Trafika Europe 11 - Swiss Delights

Mariella Mehr

i hear a door slam close, heavy feet drag up the stairs. “greasing the belt,” that’s what my foster father called the beatings. he beat me with his military belt and cried. most of the time i was naked. the bathroom of the children’s home “to the smiling jesus.” a gray, foul smelling room into which they locked the three year old silvia for hours because the little girl had pooped in her pants. outside, the other children played. silvia devoured her own feces. afterwards they beat the crap out of her for that.

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