Have you
ever wondered why a sleeping child is in the hands of beggars?…???
Just read
this story on the Internet, but I have know about 'borrowing children' since I
first went to live in Spain; the only difference is that those babies were
never asleep.
I put this on my blog because we all can do
something about this dangerous problem: warn the police if you don't trust the situation!
Thís story is to weird for words…
This is an article I came across months ago. We are not sure
of the author. However we’ve checked the authenticity of this with our
followers in Bangkok and Cambodia. Surprisingly this seems to be true and their
request is only to offer beggars with food and water and not money. Any hlp you
can do in terms of their needs are just fine. But make sure you do not hand
over big bills that will keep the begging industry going. You should be wise
enough to know whom to help and how to help. Make your decision based on the
situation and knowing it well enough.
”Near the metro station sits a woman of uncertain age. Women’s
hair is confused and dirty, her head bowed in grief.
The woman sits on the dirty floor and next to her lies a
bag. In that bag people throw money. On the hands of a woman, asleep, is a two
year old baby. He’s in a dirty hat and dirty clothes.
“Madonna with baby” – numerous passers-by will donate money.
The people of our kind- we always feel sorry for less fortunate. We are ready
to give unfortunate people the last shirt, the last penny out of your pocket
and never think another issue. Helping, seems like. “Good job done”…
I walked past a beggar for a month. Did not give any money,
as I knew that this is a gang operated scam and money collected by the beggar
will be given to whoever controls beggars in the area. Those people own
numerous luxury properties and cars. Oh and beggar also gets something, of
course “ A bottle of vodka in the evening and a döner kebab”. A month later,
walking past the beggars, as shock, it suddenly hit me….
I’m staying at a busy crossing, stared at the baby, dressed
as always- dirty track suit. I realized that it seemed “wrong”, finding a child
in a dirty underground station from morning to evening. The baby slept. Never
sobbed or screamed, always asleep, burying his face in the knee of a woman who
was his MUM.
Do any of you, dear readers, have children? Remember how
often they slept at the age of 1-2-3 years? Hour two, maximum three (not
consecutive) afternoon nap, and again – movement. For the whole month, every
day of my walking in the underground, I’ve never seen a child awake! I looked
at the tiny little man, with his face buried in the knee of his mother, then at
the beggar, and my suspicion was gradually formed. – Why he sleeps all the
time? I asked, staring at the baby.
The beggar pretended not to hear me. She lowered her eyes
and hid her face in the collar of her shabby jacket. I repeated the question.
The woman again looked up. She looked somewhere behind my back, tired with
utter irritation. Her look was similar to the creatures from a different
planet. – F *** off … her lips murmured.
-Why is he asleep?! I almost cried …
Behind me
someone put his hand on my shoulder. I looked back. A some old man was looking
at me disapprovingly:
– What do
you want from her? Can’t you see how hard she’s got it in her life… Eh …
He gets some coins from his pocket and throws them in the beggar’s bag.
He gets some coins from his pocket and throws them in the beggar’s bag.
Beggar made
a hand wave of a cross, portraying the face of humility and universal grief. The
guy removed his hand from my shoulder and strolled out of the underground
station. I bet, at home, he will tell how he defended poor, distraught woman
from a soulless man in a tube station.
Next day I
called a friend. It was a funny man with eyes like olives Romanian nationality.
He only managed to complete three and a half years of education. The complete
lack of education does not prevent him from moving around the City streets on
very expensive foreign cars and live in a “small” house with countless number
of windows and balconies. From my friend I managed to find out that this
business, despite the apparent spontaneity, clearly organized. Its supervised
by begging organized crime rings. The children used are in “rent” from families
of alcoholics, or simply stolen.
I needed to
get the answer to the question – why is the baby sleeping?
And I received it.
My friend Gypsy said the phrase, completely ordinary with calm voice that
twisted me in shock, just like he was talking about weather report: -They are
on heroin, or vodka …
I was
dumbfounded. “Who is on heroin? Whom – under vodka?! ” He answered -The Child,
so he doesn’t scream. The women will be sitting whole day with him, imagine how
he might get bored?
In order to
make the baby slept the whole day, it pumped up with vodka or drugs. Of course,
children’s bodies are not able to cope with such a shock. And children often
die. The most terrible thing – sometimes children die during the “working day”.
And imaginary mother must hold another dead child on her hands until the
evening. These are the rules. And the by passers-by will throw some money in
the bag, and believe that they are moral. Helping “mother alone” …
The next
day I was walking near the same underground station. I stocked up journalistic
identity, and was ready for a serious conversation. But the conversation didn’t
work out. But turned out the following …
A woman was sitting on the floor and
in her hands she was holding a child. I asked her a question about the
documents on the child, and, most importantly, where was yesterday’s kid, which
she simply ignored.
My questions were not ignored by passers-by. I was told
that I was out of my mind screaming at poor beggar with a child. All in all, I
was escorted out of the tube station in disgrace. One thing remained was to
call the police. When police arrived, beggar with the baby disappeared. I stood
with a full sense of – “I’m trying to fight windmills”.
When you
see in the subway, on the street whether women with children, begging, think
before your hand climb for money. Think about that, if it wasn’t for your
hundreds of thousands of handouts, the business like this would have died. The
business would die and not the children-inflated with vodka or drugs. Do not
look at the sleeping child with affection. See horror… Since you’re reading
this article, you know now- why the child is sleeping in beggars hands.
P.S.
If you copy this article, your friends will read it too.
And when you decide again to open your wallet to throw a coin to a beggar, remember that this charity could cost another child’s life.”
If you copy this article, your friends will read it too.
And when you decide again to open your wallet to throw a coin to a beggar, remember that this charity could cost another child’s life.”
©Author
unknown.
©Gavi Mensch
Nederland BV 22-1-2015
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