I Kidnap Girls

I Kidnap Girls

by Iana Matei with Pam Pyne

“I kidnap girls from their traffickers. Their pimps never know it until the girls are in the car with me, speeding toward the safe house. This is my biggest pleasure.”

I often get calls from traffickers, demanding that I give the girls back or they’ll kill me. I never do it. I’m still alive and a few of them are in jail.

Once I got a call from the police. They confronted me. “Did you take one of Bucu’s girls? He wants her back.” I just about had a heart attack. With this statement, they let me know whose side they were on if he carried out his threat.

This is the easy part of my job. The hard part begins once the girl is safe and she attempts her journey toward a stable life.  Romanian society says: “All of this is your own fault. You went with bad people and look what happened. You shouldn’t be so stupid.”

Unstoppable Redeemer, describes how I got involved with victims of human trafficking. It also portrays some very courageous girls as they move forward into health, healing, and self-sustainability.

Included in this post is a portion of the first chapter from Unstoppable Redeemer. Keep in mind when reading, I thought the police officer was calling about adult prostitutes.

IANA’S STORY

Bucharest 1998

So many things in life start with a phone call…

“Iana, I’ve got three prostitutes here at the police station. They’ve been working in Macedonia. Now they’re back in Romania. They have no identification documents, no visas, and they need a place to stay. We need some clothes to take them to the doctor to get tested for syphilis…”

“That’s unfortunate, Alex, but why are you calling me? I don’t work with prostitutes. I work with children. Children in the streets. Children in the orphanage.”

“I know, Iana, but what am I supposed to do, lock them up or put them in the streets? Or, should I let the guys here have some time alone with them?”

I shifted in my chair. “You want me to drop everything to come and get three prostitutes?  Even through they’ve probably just had a fight with their pimp and run off? You want me to find them a place to stay, knowing their pimp wants his property back? That he’s probably right behind them!”

“I’m in a tight spot, Iana.” He let out a deep sigh. “I promised them protection if they testified against their pimp.”

“And, I’m their protection?”

“We’ll provide an apartment and police surveillance. Come on, Iana. I just need my brilliant, beautiful, blonde psychologist friend to come down here and offer me her expertise.”

“Stop trying to manipulate me, Alex. You don’t have what it takes.”

“OO-ch, Iana! Do that again! I feel such pleasure when you hurt me. OHHh,” he moaned.

Sicko clown. Can’t he ever be serious?

“Alex, nu am prost! (I’m not stupid.) My voice sped up like a record out of sync. “Remember the aid worker from England who took in a couple of prostitutes? Remember the headlines in The Bucharesti? “ENGLISH AID WORKER KEEPS WOMEN LOCKED IN APARTMENT IN EXCHANGE FOR SEXUAL FAVORS.”

Although the allegations proved false, the newspaper never printed a retraction and the pimps beat him up.

I started to slam the phone down when I heard a man hollering in the background.

“Are you whores back in Romania because you already screwed all the men in Macedonia? Now you’re back for real Romanian men, so you can infect us with your diseases?”

I kept listening. A high, thin voice pleaded, “No, no you don’t understand.”

The man interrupted. “I understand perfectly. The pimps gave you the right price. You went with them to Macedonia. End of story. All three of you are just another bunch of filthy, stinking, whores. Why did you come back? No one wants you here!”

Alex remained silent so I could hear what was going on.

Finally he said, “Iana, the yelling–that guy, he’s my boss. As you can hear, he’s an idiot. These are young prostitutes. He plans to put them back into the street where their pimp will retaliate.”

I started to remind him that I just came to Romania from Australia on a one-year assignment and my year was almost over. I couldn’t take on anything else.

“By the way, Iana, their pimp? He’s one of the worst. The girls who escape him–the ones who cost him money to retrieve–they get his full attention. When he finds them, he beats them, knocks their teeth out, and scars their faces until they’re not even fit for prostitution.

He waited before continuing. “When they reenter Romania, they don’t have identification documents. You know our law. Without documentation, they don’t exist. It’s impossible to commit a crime against a person who doesn’t exist.”

Alex took a deep breath. “I’ve been working for two years to try to get this Bucu (the pimp) convicted. When we get close, he drags the witnesses over the border and shoots them.” He paused, allowing what he had just said to sink in.

Finally he went on. “I’m in charge of the investigation. Come here and take them before Mr. Dimwit kicks them out into the streets and Bucu comes for them.”

“Alex, are you asking me to do this to help the prostitutes, or to protect your reputation as a vice cop?”

There was silence on his end. Finally he spoke.

“I don’t know, Iana…Just come, OK?”

“Alex, all of this is sad. I feel bad for these women. I feel bad for you.”

“Come on, Iana, I need a place for them to go tonight. We told them there would be protection.

My voice rose. “That’s your problem.”

I heard more shouting in the background. “Alex, are you asking me to do this to try to keep me in Romania? Because if you are, I’m sure there is a law against it somewhere and I’ll find it.” Alex had continually tried to strike up a relationship with me. Although born in Romania I’d spent the better part of the 1980‘s trying to escape. I’d lived the past last 10 years in Australia, making a life for my young son and myself.

Things had gone well there until a tragedy struck so deep that I felt ruined. As a psychologist, I had often encouraged others in similar situations not to wallow in self-pity, but to reach out beyond themselves. In an attempt to follow my own advice, I had accepted the invitation of an acquaintance to come back to Romania and work with street children. My decision came easier knowing my young son would get to know his grandmother and see where I grew up. Even so, I had no intentions of remaining permanently in the place I’d put so much effort into escaping.

There was no denying that Alex’s bulging biceps and crooked smile that implied mischief and good times ahead had made me look twice (OK, three times maybe) and that these could have gone a long way in persuading me. Except, I didn’t want a relationship with a man in Romania.

That would only sabotage my plan to return to Australia. Alex was out of the question and I let him know it. In a few months, I’d be gone.

I didn’t need to get involved in something as nasty as prostitution either. Trying to solve these kinds of problems could suck the life out of me and hold me hostage in Romania forever.

“Bye, Alex. Thanks for thinking of me.” Again, I started to hang up but I heard the shouting in the background. “You are all just a bunch of whores. I’ll get my guys and we’ll pay you a visit.”

I sucked in my breath and held it for a long moment.  “I’ll be there in an hour.”

“That’s great, Iana! I’ll marry you on the courthouse steps tomorrow. You want that too, don’t you Iana?”

I hung up on him. Sicko Clown! Every time he calls, I have to ignore half of what he says to find out what he wants.

My stomach tightened and my breath quickened. The conversation had taken me back to what I’d spent years trying to forget. Ignoring it proved impossible. I knew I needed to get moving to pull some things together if I were to be at the police station in an hour. Instead, I sat and rubbed my temples.

**************

It was 1978. I was 17. Huge flakes of snow settled on our shoulders as my father and I showed up at the Romanian Embassy…

16 Responses to “I Kidnap Girls”

  1. GabyAMP says:

    Awesome chapter! I remember you Iana and I remember the work you're doing there with the girls that were sold in prostitution. I admire your courage and many men are not that courage as you are. At least, as you are letting us to know :)
    Where can I find the book and read it?

  2. YamaHead says:

    The 1 exception where stealing can actually save somebody's life!
    Hats Off to you & your courage!

  3. Chris says:

    test message

  4. smpleo says:

    Iana,
    Bless you for the work you're doing. Please keep us updated.

  5. Iana Matei says:

    Dear Gaby

    By definition,courage doesn't mean lack of fear, but acting even though you fear, so…I guess I tell you every thing ( almost). When the book will be published, I'll put all the details on the blog. That means you have to visit me again :)
    Iana

  6. Iana Matei says:

    Dear SMPLEO,

    Thank you, and rest assured that I will.

    Iana

  7. Iana Matei says:

    Dear YamaHead,
    I have to disagree with you. I didn't steal, I gave back what was theirs, and others stool from them.:)
    Thank you for the hat,
    Iana

  8. glimpseskinnutrition4you.com says:

    Thank you for all you do. I can not wait to read the rest of the book. I am happy to know people are willing to help others and then share the story. I will share it with others.
    Sandy

  9. Jim Bennett says:

    Wow! Powerful story…you are amazing. I can't wait for the rest of the book.
    Jim

  10. Niki's Blog says:

    Iana,
    You are taking an impossible mission and making it possible, with your vision and passion for helping these women. On the other side of fear, is freedom. You are the connector to freedom.
    You are an inspiration and I look forward to the publication of your book.
    Niki

  11. Julie Barton says:

    Iana, I am overcome by the courage you display! I can't wait to read the entire book. You are being used in such a mighty way! Thank you for your willingness to risk so much by bringing this problem out into the open. You are being used to save countless lives!
    Julie

  12. Iana Matei says:

    Jim,

    That's because I know an amazing God, who passionately loves people, and constantly inspires me….

  13. Iana Matei says:

    Dear Niki,
    What you just said, it's wonderful, and I totally agree, BUT…it's not about me. It's ABOUT THE GIRLS, their courage, and the lessons they teach me every day. Thank you,

    Iana

  14. Iana Matei says:

    Julie, Thank you. I am amazed at how many people are on our side, and that gives me hope and courage. I really believe that we can change things. I'll come up with details, when I figure out a good strategy.

    Iana

  15. mircea says:

    I would like to have your book distributed to girls which are at risk: abandoned by parents or from poor cities. It is possible for you to organize distribution and gather donations for the books to be distributed. Preventing those girls fall is most important thing to do.

  16. Anja Blass says:

    Hallo Iana,
    hab ihr buch im sommer gelesen, super, daß sie so engagiert sind. weiter so.
    habe heute 10 euro gespendet, hoffe daß sie auch ankommen.
    ich hoffe, noch viele lesen ihr buch und werden endlich wach
    daß die zwangsprostitution und menschenhandel gegenwärtig ist.
    vlg aus deutschland
    anja Blass

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