Other fates
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... helpless with a gaze that screams for help a mother is lying next to her child. A tube is stuck up its nose. The child is feeded artifically. The birth was induced by a traditional midwife. It was difficult, the child got stuck, the midwife gave up finally. It took a long time until the mother was brought to hospital at last. The child could be saved. It takes breath, moves, but does not react. The child's brain is damaged due to the lack of oxygen, possibly without a chance of improvement. Another mother is talking to her and trying to give her some comfort, trying to take some of her agony of her. I cannot understand her, only see her warm and soft smile. Sher herself has to cope with a dreadful situation. She got AIDS...
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... Last loophole is an abortion with one of the traditional midwives, most of them illiterates, where women go to in their desperate situations. First they are given any "magical" medicine. If this does not work these hags start with painful massages of the uterus and finally all sorts of things are inducted into the cervix. These are mostly cotton buds drenched in any solutions, but also wooden sticks and twigs. These are not removed properly, start to rot and provoke therefore and also due to substandard hygiene aweful and life threatening infects...
... laying on the bare floor next to his excrements, near to give-up and insanity. Only his long experience in meditation helped him stand the humiliation, the beatings, the torture. The only source of light was a coin-sized hole in the ceiling. There he could see shadows, not more. Every two hours his tormentors were calling him for presenting, stealing his sleep, making him weaker. After his release he escaped to Thailand. A short way to the frontier he was ambushed. Rusting scrap metal tore both his legs to pieces. Infects were the reasons for amputation. Several times the amputations had to be repeated because the gangrene was spreading...
... 42 children live here in the dark huts of the orphanage, protected by high fences from the child traffickers who are looking for supplies of human organs or children for child abusers from countries all over the world. Therefore, they are only allowed out of their imprisonment very rarely. They would love to play football somewhere and discover the area. They squat on the bare floor, eat rice and lenses with fish paste two times a day. Seldom there is more than this. Once a month they get eggs, the same with meat and vegetables. One boy was fishing water cress out of a neighbour's pond and prepared it as a supplement of his sparse meal...
... Everybody was wearing a jersey. The bright yellow ones of the Bamboo Children House, the hospital-owned orphanage in the far away refugee camp Umphiang, were sponsored by Help without Frontiers. That was a great motivation for them. They have been playing with full commitment and have been winning against all expectations the pre-Christmas football match. Great exultation erupted when they lifted the trophy in the shape of a huge Christmas parcel. A lap of honour together with the players of the ranked-behind team was the smallest thing they owned their audience...
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