This is a must read.
In light of the dramatic events in Romania Romanian journalist Adriana Oprea gives a chilling message, but a message of hope too.
In fact, what she describes was the driving force of Roelie Post and Arun Dohle for setting up Against Child Trafficking (ACT).
To ACT.
To be back.
Reporting the traffickers.
Like in a nightmare that is repeated endlessly.
Thank you Adriana Oprea!
They were there, unseen, and all the children who disappeared without even starting to cry for help. The children who will disappear and the same cops will look for.
We were there and we will be back there, like in a nightmare that is repeated endlessly.
There, instead of mourning mothers, in the inability of parents who do not know how and where to look, in the despair of children who cannot save themselves.
All at the mercy of some who don’t even want to imagine what it’s like to be there
Google translation from Romanian
Source: Libertatea
Tuesday, July 30, 2019,
Adriana Oprea, 48, is a reporter on the Freedom Investigation team, has written two books on serial killers and has been in charge since 2005 of a journalistic series dedicated to missing children.
I was there in the 90s, when the police found missing children wandering the streets and interned in orphanages where, under a new identity, they were leaving for international adoptions. I was there when a 2-year-old boy was missing in the streets, and the police found him and called his mother to recognise him from the pictures, then lied to him for a while – in an orphanage, but they gave him up for adoption without her knowledge and consent.
I was there all the way before 2005, when the police sent home the parents whose children were missing and put them on hold for another 48 hours, before recording their notification. I was there in December 2005, when Andreea Simon, 9, was kidnapped in Miercurea Ciuc from the corner of the block where she lived, and investigators covered the suspect for months, only because he was a policeman, a colleague of them.
I was there when the body of Larissa Chelaru, 8 years old, was found in a dumpster near the block, after being hidden, 73 days, in the basement where the police had passed, without going inside, but checking it as being verified. I went to Hoghiz, where Roxana Iakab, 4 years old, died frozen in the annex of a stable, which the head of the lie lied to check, and the girl’s body was to be found by accident after five months.
I was there when the mother of Adina Motaş, a teenager from Vaslui who disappeared in 2013, in suspicious circumstances, vainly implored to be received in the audience by the Attorney General of Romania, Tiberiu Nițu. I was near her when the gendarmerie kept her on the doorstep, and the prosecutor sent her home to the village where she had come from.
I was also in the Romanescu park in Craiova, where exactly four years ago, Alexandra Goghez, 17, disappeared and the police searched her so conscientiously that the girl’s lifeless body was found only 18 days later, by a passer-by, a few tens of meters from the place of disappearance. And it was not discovered until today who killed her.
I was in the garage on Craiovei street, when Alexandra cried on the phone and told the 112 policeman that she saw a walnut and fir trees, dogs in the yard and that she was in the neighbourhood of Caracal.
I was there when the policeman, she thought would save her, told her not to keep the line busy. He didn’t know, but I was there all along.
Because there could be anyone in Alexandra’s place. She could be your child, who would put her life and all hope in the hands of some who would not be able to help her.
I was all there when the cop hit Alexandra with “Come on, what do you want?”. Even though he himself has a child, a 13-year-old!
They were there, unseen, and all the children who disappeared without even starting to cry for help. The children who will disappear and the same cops will look for.
We were there and we will be back there, like in a nightmare that is repeated endlessly.
There, instead of mourning mothers, in the inability of parents who do not know how and where to look, in the despair of children who cannot save themselves.
All at the mercy of some who don’t even want to imagine what it’s like to be there.
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