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The last time I was in Bangkok I met up with a really nice GG. I was planning to spend short time with her but it wound up being around 3 or 4 days. At the risk of sounding naive there was a good personal connection. We did keep in touch by phone, SMS and email and 2 years later she still sends me SMS. I did make a small contribution to the sick buffalo fund but did not get sucked in too much.
Not very long after I went home she told me that business in Bangkok was bad and she was feeling concerned. She had tried Koh Samui for a few weeks but that was also pretty quiet. She was under pressure, paying a mortgage on a farm she had bought for her parents up north. Now, she had found, through a friend, an €˜opportunity€™ to work in Malaysia.
When she mentioned this Malaysian every cell in my body screamed €˜danger€™, €˜sex slavery€™, €˜confiscated passport€™ etc. I begged her not to go but she said €˜you no worry. My friend she say OK€™ This conversation when on for a while but I realised there was nothing I could do.
A few days after she was due to fly I received a panic-stricken phone call to say she was in Austria not Malaysia! I found it hard to imagine how this happened but apparently her €˜friend€™ (€˜she say OK€™) was with her all the way to check-in and handled everything including tickets and boarding pass. My friend, despite being a bar-girl was a fairly innocent, trusting country girl.
Anyway, my friend was on the plane thinking €˜this flight is a bit long isn€™t it?€™ and discovered that she was on her way to glorious Vienna.
She wound up working as a domestic servant for a large family. It was an extended family of grandmothers, mothers-in-law, kids, grandkids, etc, etc. She worked from dawn to dusk, had her passport taken (of course), and was not allowed out of the house except when escorted by a big, muscle-bound guy, and did not know where she was apart from €˜somewhere in Austria€™.
She gave me a mobile phone number I could call her on. They had given her a cell phone so she could keep in touch with her family. I checked out the country code and area code and, sure enough, it was Austria. (Although no district code it being a cell phone).
I asked her where the family was from and was told €˜I not know. Bodyguard guy told me but I forget€™. (Don€™t you just love the Thai capacity for detail!)
I was assuming that she was one step away from sex slavery and would shortly be moved to a brothel. But it did not work out like that.
I was very worried about her. I know she was a bar-girl that I just knew for a few days but she was still a scared and lonely human being in big trouble.
I had actually composed an email to the Thai Embassy in Vienna basically saying, €œI want to inform you that one of your citizens has been kidnapped €¦ etc, etc€. I told her about the email but she asked me not to send it because they had promised to send her home. I was a bit dubious but I held off.
Apparently she became so unhappy, miserable and thin (on farang food which she disliked) and was constantly crying that eventually they put her on a plane to Thailand.
As far as I know she landed in Bangkok with only the clothes she was wearing. She scraped together the bus fare to Chang Mai and got back to her family. Not long after she had a nasty motorbike accident which I am convinced was a product of her distressed state of mind from her Austrian experience.
When I knew her she was an attractive, fashion-model-slim girl. She emailed me a post-Austria photo where she looked like an emaciated concentration camp survivor. She also sent me some photos of her standing in thick snow so I am convinced that her story was true.
The bottom line is: tell any girl you know (lb/gg) to avoid at all costs work €˜opportunities€™ where €˜my friend she say OK€™ THEY MAY NOT COME BACK ALIVE. They will definitely come back, poorer, used and abused.
To quote BB €˜lets be careful out there€™.
Not very long after I went home she told me that business in Bangkok was bad and she was feeling concerned. She had tried Koh Samui for a few weeks but that was also pretty quiet. She was under pressure, paying a mortgage on a farm she had bought for her parents up north. Now, she had found, through a friend, an €˜opportunity€™ to work in Malaysia.
When she mentioned this Malaysian every cell in my body screamed €˜danger€™, €˜sex slavery€™, €˜confiscated passport€™ etc. I begged her not to go but she said €˜you no worry. My friend she say OK€™ This conversation when on for a while but I realised there was nothing I could do.
A few days after she was due to fly I received a panic-stricken phone call to say she was in Austria not Malaysia! I found it hard to imagine how this happened but apparently her €˜friend€™ (€˜she say OK€™) was with her all the way to check-in and handled everything including tickets and boarding pass. My friend, despite being a bar-girl was a fairly innocent, trusting country girl.
Anyway, my friend was on the plane thinking €˜this flight is a bit long isn€™t it?€™ and discovered that she was on her way to glorious Vienna.
She wound up working as a domestic servant for a large family. It was an extended family of grandmothers, mothers-in-law, kids, grandkids, etc, etc. She worked from dawn to dusk, had her passport taken (of course), and was not allowed out of the house except when escorted by a big, muscle-bound guy, and did not know where she was apart from €˜somewhere in Austria€™.
She gave me a mobile phone number I could call her on. They had given her a cell phone so she could keep in touch with her family. I checked out the country code and area code and, sure enough, it was Austria. (Although no district code it being a cell phone).
I asked her where the family was from and was told €˜I not know. Bodyguard guy told me but I forget€™. (Don€™t you just love the Thai capacity for detail!)
I was assuming that she was one step away from sex slavery and would shortly be moved to a brothel. But it did not work out like that.
I was very worried about her. I know she was a bar-girl that I just knew for a few days but she was still a scared and lonely human being in big trouble.
I had actually composed an email to the Thai Embassy in Vienna basically saying, €œI want to inform you that one of your citizens has been kidnapped €¦ etc, etc€. I told her about the email but she asked me not to send it because they had promised to send her home. I was a bit dubious but I held off.
Apparently she became so unhappy, miserable and thin (on farang food which she disliked) and was constantly crying that eventually they put her on a plane to Thailand.
As far as I know she landed in Bangkok with only the clothes she was wearing. She scraped together the bus fare to Chang Mai and got back to her family. Not long after she had a nasty motorbike accident which I am convinced was a product of her distressed state of mind from her Austrian experience.
When I knew her she was an attractive, fashion-model-slim girl. She emailed me a post-Austria photo where she looked like an emaciated concentration camp survivor. She also sent me some photos of her standing in thick snow so I am convinced that her story was true.
The bottom line is: tell any girl you know (lb/gg) to avoid at all costs work €˜opportunities€™ where €˜my friend she say OK€™ THEY MAY NOT COME BACK ALIVE. They will definitely come back, poorer, used and abused.
To quote BB €˜lets be careful out there€™.
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