Subject: LUNGO articolo sul traffico di schiave gestito
dalla mafia albanese
Resent-Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2001 10:32:20 +0200
Resent-From: pck-yugoslavia@...
Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2001 10:41:03 +0200
From: Paola Lucchesi

E' dell' Irish Times (chissa' perche', mah...) e parla del rifugio di
Don
Cesare Lodeserto, la casa Regina Pacis, e del traffico di donne gestito
dalla mafia albanese.

Siccome viene fatto un collegamento fra il "boom" degli ultimi due anni
e
la crisi del Kosovo, lo metto qui anche se le ragazze vittime dei
mercanti
di schiave sono soprattutto Moldave e Ucraine.

Globalizzazione.

I businessman sono albanesi, la "roba" arriva dalle repubbliche
ex-sovietiche, i clienti sono "europei".

Quand'e' che vediamo una bella marcia di solidarieta' per le ragazze di
Chisinau?

paola


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Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2001 08:36:17 -0400
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Subject: [Stop-traffic] NEWS/REPUBLIC OF IRELAND: REFUGE FROM THE SEX
SLAVE
TRADERS.

14 Apr 01

REPUBLIC OF IRELAND: REFUGE FROM THE SEX SLAVE TRADERS.

Across the 44-mile stretch of water that separates Albania from Italy, a
modern slave trade sees thousands of east European women sold into
enforced
prostitution in the West. Some of these `sex slaves' have now found
safety
in a refuge in the south of Italy run by a remarkable priest. Lara
Marlowe
visits Don Cesare Lodeserto and the women of Casa Regina Pacis

Every young woman at the Casa Regina Pacis has a worst memory. For some,
it
was the moment of realisation, in Romania or Serbia, that her identity
and
freedom had been confiscated, that her dream of escape to the West meant
enslavement. The first rape by a new "owner" is a frequent nightmare; so
are the auctions across eastern Europe where women are sold like cattle.
The Albanians often beat their teenage "property" - and threaten to kill
relatives if they try to escape or betray their tormentors.
The story usually starts in Chisinau, the capital of Moldova, the
poorest
country in Europe. Anna, a tall, black-haired young woman with green cat
eyes and plucked eyebrows, was 17 years old when her mother Svetlana
died
of heart disease in 1997. "My father started drinking," Anna says. She
is a
cheerful soul, but her voice cracks when she talks about her family. Her
father Valeri had been a soldier in the Soviet army, and his job took
the
family to every corner of the former eastern bloc. Grief and inactivity
led
him to vodka. "For four years we couldn't pay the rent or bills. My
father's pension was enough to buy food - nothing else," she says.
Anna fetches an album of family snapshots. These fragments of lost
innocence are the girl's most precious belonging, constantly studied and
shared with the other women she now lives with. Anna opens the book to
her
favourite page, with two black-and-white photos. One shows her father,
still young, with high Slavic cheekbones. "The day I left, he wept and
said: `Maybe you shouldn't go.' He worried the way all fathers do," she
says. The other picture, lovingly trimmed into a silhouette along the
outline of her parents' heads and shoulders, shows Valeri and Svetlana
before she died: a handsome couple, tough, long-suffering former Soviet
citizens. For three years after leaving school, Anna tried to find work
in
Chisinau. As a child, she had dreamed of being a doctor. "But the
problem
was always money," she says, spitting the word out. "Money, money, money
... Life is too hard in Moldova. There is no work. Even if you have a
job,
there is no money to pay your salary. If you work in a shoe factory,
they
pay you with shoes."
Several of Anna's schoolmates decided to leave Moldova for Italy. "I
never
heard from them," she says. "I was willing to do any kind of work, but I
had no idea what was in store for me." Then, in May of last year, an
acquaintance in Chisinau gave Anna the address of a Moldovan woman in
Timisoara, Romania. "When I arrived, there were a dozen girls in that
apartment, most of them Moldovan, a few Ukrainian. We were locked up;
they
took my passport," she says. "The other girls said: `What did you think
was
going to happen? It's just a job - you'll sell yourself when you get to
Italy and you'll make money.' I had trusted the woman in Chisinau.
Nobody
there said anything about prostitution; they talked about working in a
bar
or a restaurant." This modern slave trade has exploded in the two years
since the Kosovo war, with an estimated 120,000 east European women
reaching the west European "market". Yet the EU has so far proved
incapable
of taking a concerted humanitarian approach to the problem. France and
Britain regard the young women as illegal immigrants and criminals
rather
than victims. In a memorandum presented in Paris on April 2nd, a
rapporteur
for the 43-member Council of Europe noted that member-states "have a
hard
time distinguishing between prostitution and trafficking" and that
"certain
members noted that most of the women who engage in prostitution do it
for
financial reasons".
Don Cesare Lodeserto is the balding, bespectacled bear of an Italian
priest
who founded the Casa Regina Pacis. This 40year-old veteran of missions
in
Rwanda, Madagascar and Brazil has quietly, and without preaching
liberation
theology, established what a local politician privately calls "the only
left-wing reception centre in Italy". Don Cesare's native Puglia region
-
"the heel of the boot" - is conservative, and his disregard for
immigration
laws and love for the downtrodden seem revolutionary here. "The poor do
a
great thing - the poor are our salvation," he tells me. By his own
count,
Don Cesare saved 650 Moldovan and Ukrainian women from the Albanian
mafia
last year. "I have spoken to Albanian traffickers," he explains. "They
say:
`I bought this woman. She's my property.' An Albanian policeman told me
he
had two jobs - as a policeman, and buying women to send to Italy as an
investment. The Albanian government built a centre at Shkoder to help
these
women, and the police started selling them."
Don Cesare is angered by those who suggest the young women choose their
fate. "We must throw off the image of the consenting, mercenary girl,"
he
says. "Any form of slavery is vile. Most of them leave home without
knowing. Some know - but knowing doesn't mean wanting. There is such a
thing as deliberate prostitution, but not for the girls from the East."
The
priest set up the Casa Regina Pacis as a reception centre for illegal
immigrants four years ago. Today, 200 refugees of 54 nationalities live
under his supervision. Appalled by the number of Moldovan and Ukrainian
girls who began arriving in 1999, Don Cesare built a special walled
annex
for them. In the West, the fall of the Soviet Union and the 1999 Kosovo
war
were hailed as triumphs, but Don Cesare sees the bitter aftermath of
these
events daily. "Puglia is the border with eastern Europe," he says.
Across
the Straits of Otranto, only 44 nautical miles separate Italy from
Albania.
The 60 women now living in the refuge crossed these waters at the end of
a
forced trek through Romania, Serbia, Montenegro and Albania. The journey
usually takes betwen one and three months, most of it spent in Albania
before the final leap to the West. Although the women were forced to
"service" slave-traders and clients en route, they received no payment.
When you encounter the youngest of them in the sewing workshop or a
bungalow, they look like fragile children, unsmiling Dresden dolls who
will
shatter if spoken to. Don Cesare finds employment for these girls,
caring
for the elderly or working as babysitters or interpreters (Anna now
works
in a pastry shop). He never turns anyone away, and there is no limit on
their stay. Most return home or start a new life after about one year.
The eldest look much harder; many of them became prostitutes to save
their
children back in Moldova. Those in between, like 21-year-old Anna, are
more
talkative. Anna says she has lost the ability to trust anyone, but there
is
something touching in the way she and her friends, Anka and Irina, offer
us
tea and insist on cleaning their rooms before letting us enter. Anka was
a
grocery store cashier in the Ukraine. Both her father and husband took
to
vodka, "like most men in Ukraine", she says. "The money earned was not
for
the family, but for vodka." So Anka saved $600 to buy a French visa in
the
hope of giving a better life to her son.
IRINA is 18 years old. Sitting beneath a Britney Spears poster, with her
wire-rimmed glasses, short brown hair and cross eyes, she looks like a
secondary school student. Irina ran away from home in Chisinau when she
learned she was pregnant by her boyfriend, Igor. "I was sold eight times
in
three months in Albania," Irina says, her hands trembling. "I thought I
was
going to die there." For the first half of her captivity, Irina was
protected by four older Moldovan women who were sold with her. "I was
very
nervous. I didn't eat and I cried all the time," she says. "When the
boss
told me to go with a man, one of the others would say: `She's too young;
I'll go in her place.' I don't know where those four girls are now,
maybe
still in Albania. I think about them all the time." Despite the beatings
Irina endured, her son Eugenio was born healthy last July, one of three
babies now living at the Casa Regina Pacis.
Don Cesare had told me that his greatest joy was "becoming a `papa' 32
times". He praises "my Moldovan ladies" who had the courage to give
birth
to children conceived in rape or prostitution. About 20 little boys have
been named Cesare after him, and at least one Moldovan girl is called
Caesaria. Members of a Moldovan television crew invited to San Foca (in
the
hope that they would spread the word about what happens to girls who
naively head west) joke that Don Cesare will soon be elected president
of
Moldova. In addition to Regina Pacis, he runs a safe house in northern
Italy for young women threatened by the Albanian mafia, and safe houses
in
Moldova and Ukraine to help girls who choose to go home. Don Cesare says
he
relies on providence to supply the Casa Regina Pacis' 10 billion lira
annual budget. Providence takes the form of private donors, the Italian
government, the Vatican and the Italian Bishops' Conference.
While I talk with Anna and Anka, a slightly older woman with a hard face
hangs laundry outside. She wears a backless top and has a prominent
scar,
composed of three parallel red stripes, across her back. "Gigi", the
kind
police inspector who works with Don Cesare, recalled a young woman whose
entire body was covered with cigarette burns. The barbarity of Albanian
traffickers is legendary: everyone here has heard of "owners" who
terrify
rebellious women into submission by showing them severed arms or legs,
or
driving a car over a troublesome girl as an example. From Romania, Anna
followed the well-worn path to Belgrade and the Montenegran capital,
Podgorica, where she was sold to Zef, "a short Albanian with a
disgusting
red face". Before taking her and another young Moldovan woman with him,
Zef
checked that they had no scars on their bodies. The three drove into the
mountains, then walked for half an hour to a car waiting inside Albania.
The women were locked in an apartment for the fourth time. The other
girl
was taken away by a Russian-speaking Albanian woman.
"Albanian women no longer become prostitutes," Don Cesare told me. "They
are the new bosses of the sex trade. More and more, women are the
exploiters." Another Albanian named Victor purchased Anna for 3,000
deutschmarks (�1,208). "I was with him for two weeks," she recalls. "He
said he was 24 years old. He was ugly, with long hair." She shivers as
she
describes him.
Other immigrants wash up on the Puglia coast in overcrowded, rusting
freighters, but the Albanian mafia dispatch their sex slaves in little
speedboats known as scafi. "One night, Victor said he would bring over
the
scafista who was taking us to Italy," Anna continues. "Victor went into
the
kitchen to make coffee and the scafista said to me: `You don't know
anyone
in Italy. I'll give you my phone number. I'll help you.' When he left, I
didn't say anything to Victor. He found the phone number in my wallet
and
he beat me, yelling: `I paid for you and you were going to go with him.'
"
Anna's lower lip split and bled profusely. "If you try to escape and you
go
to the [Albanian] police, they'll sell you again," he told her.
"Then he showed me two bullets," Anna says. "And he said: `I'll find my
pistol and I'll use these to kill you.' " The photo album still sits on
the
table between us. Anna gently pulls the silhouette of Valeri and
Svetlana
from its plastic pocket. "I took this photo of my mother and put it next
to
my heart, because I thought I was going to die," she says.
"Victor demanded to know why, and I told him: `So my mother will see
what
you do to me.' He hit his own head against the wall; he was crazy. He
said:
`I was going to keep you. You were going to work the street for me. Why
did
you take that phone number?' " Anna climbed out of the scafo on the
beach
at Otranto a few nights later. "I was so happy to see the guardia di
finanza waiting for us," she says. Victor was taken to prison, she to
the
Casa Regina Pacis, where she told her story to Don Cesare and the
carabinieri. That was in June 2000. Six months later, Anna testified
against her former "owner" at the tribunal in Lecce.
"When we were still in Albania, Victor told me he would have my whole
family killed if I did that. He had their names and addresses. I'm
afraid
of this still. I don't know how long he will be in prison," Anna says.
Cataldo Motta, the deputy prosecutor in Lecce, who is heading a new task
force against the Albanian mafia, says seven years is the longest any
sex
trafficker spends in an Italian prison. About 100 young women denounced
their "owners" last year - tremendous progress, says Motta. In exchange,
the women are given Italian residence papers. "We arrested about 250
scafisti, but that doesn't take us very far," he says. "The girls are
often
accompanied by their `bosses', so their help is essential. The
relationship
with a priest is different from a policeman or judge. That's why Don
Cesare's help has been so important."
Motta describes the Albanian mafia as "very dangerous and very
intelligent". When the big waves of illegal immigration started in the
late
1990s, "they became the managers, a sort of agency for Albanians, Kurds,
Egyptians, Chinese, Pakistanis, Afghans ...Then their role changed. They
continued to traffic illegal aliens, but they expanded into drugs,
weapons
and prostitution. Today in Italy, Albanians have almost exclusive
control
over the prostitution of east European girls. They annihilated the
Calabrese Ndrangheta, who ran prostitution in Lombardy and the
Piedmont."
But sometimes the mafiosi co-operate, as shown by the arrest in Italy
this
week of 105 men from Albania, the N`drangheta and the Sicilian Camorra.
The
suspects are accused of working together in the sex slave trade.
Don Cesare is protected by eight bodyguards at the Casa Regina Pacis,
and
by three during his forays outside. When he goes on walks to meditate,
the
priest asks his escorts to keep their distance. One evening this winter,
two Albanians approached Don Cesare in the woods near the centre, and
ordered him at gunpoint to go with them. "They said I had to `restore
the
property of the Albanians'. They wanted a girl who had sent 17 Albanians
to
prison. The carabinieri sealed off the area and three hours later they
freed me," he says. It is late afternoon as I accompany Don Cesare
around
his small kingdom in the Casa Regina Pacis. In the illegal immigrants'
quarter, Kurdish, Arab and African men rise as he passes. "Don Cesare,
we've missed you. Where have you been?" one shouts.
Outside, a Romanian girl with black hair and blue eyes, baggy jeans and
a
Walkman, sits crying on a bench. "Christina, what's the matter?" Don
Cesare
asks tenderly. Christina is to leave the following day to visit her
family
in Bucharest (Don Cesare pays for each young woman to visit her family
once
a year). "I'm afraid my fiance will forget me," the Romanian girl cries.
"Don't worry," Don Cesare chides. "We'll find another when you come
back."
Don Cesare never talks to the refugees and former prostitutes about
religion. A tiny cross at the neck of his jumper is the only sign of his
vocation, and there are no religious symbols or chapel at Regina Pacis.
But
the parallel with Mary Magdalene is blatant.
"The Gospel says the prostitute will precede you to heaven," Don Cesare
tells me. "So I cast my lot with them, because I want to arrive just
behind
them." Don Cesare Lodeserto can be reached by e-mail at
donce(at)tiscalinet.it. Website: www.reginapacis.org.
IRISH TIMES 14/04/2001 P60
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