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A photojournalist describes how she posed as a prostitute to follow the trade in human flesh. That's the funny thing about life.
Experience comes in random, sporadic servings. It's only years later that the story takes shape. I didn't intend to spend more than a year covering human trafficking. It ended up taking a decade. I didn't intend on reporting in more than two countries. So, how did I end up in nine? Before my trips, my mum used to ask: "It took us so many years to get out of poverty, why do you keep returning there? I can say the same about the Balkans. Each time the plane landed, I was home.
I understood the culture, the rawness of our ways, the dark humour of our days. But there is one thing I couldn't understand. What had happened to us? How did we start selling our own girls? How did we make profit from deceit and violence? At first, I was a photojournalist. I saw the world through the camera.
And my idea was to return to my origins and find girls who had survived and escaped their traffickers and pimps. I knew about the shame and stigma in our culture. I knew that once a girl was forced into prostitution, she could never return and expect her village to understand her ordeal.
She was judged, trashed, discarded - even by her own family. It took time to find women who had survived. I went to shelters; I met with lawyers and social workers. And when I finally sat there with one young lady, and took out my camera, I saw an indescribable terror in her eyes. I assumed that she was afraid of being photographed and recognised by those whom she had escaped. But that was far from the truth. The camera reminded many of the young women of their experience of being trafficked.