Doina was 23 when she gave birth to her first child—a beautiful little boy she could never get enough of looking at. He was the most precious thing in her life. She was raising him on her own. The man she had dreamed of building a family with had left her when she was eight months pregnant. He told her she was "not the same anymore," that she had changed, and left for Russia with a younger woman. Doina was left alone in a modest house in the countryside—the home her parents had lived in before they passed away when she was just 17. It was around that time that she met the man who would later abandon her, the one who had promised to love her "for better or for worse." To make ends meet, Doina took any work she could find. She would leave her son with a neighbor, work a few hours as a day laborer, come back to feed him, then head out again to earn a little more money for her little boy. She cleaned neighbors' homes for small amounts of money that barely covered their basic needs. Most days she worked in the fields, washed clothes for other people, or weeded gardens around the village, yet it was never enough. It was a stifling July evening. Even after sunset, the air was heavy with heat. Doina sat in the yard, gently rocking her baby's stroller, her thoughts drifting far away. Her mind was overwhelmed, and she felt the lump in her throat growing heavier by the minute. Her son slept peacefully while she wiped away her tears and whispered softly: "I promise I'll do everything I can for you, my love... anything to give you a better life. We'll make it through this somehow, sweetheart..." Lost in thought, she was suddenly brought back to reality by the sound of a message notification on her phone. It was from Lidia, an old classmate she hadn't spoken to in years. She asked how Doina was doing, whether she had finally managed to visit Paris—the city she had always dreamed of seeing—and said she had an opportunity that Doina might be interested in. Doina smiled bitterly. "Paris... I can barely afford to walk to the village store these days," she whispered to herself, careful not to wake her son. She sat there for several moments, staring at the phone. Then, after letting out a deep sigh that carried the weight of the past few years, she opened Lidia's message. "I have a job for you in Dubai. A large hotel is looking for housekeepers. The pay is excellent, everything is legal, accommodation is free, and meals are provided. You don't have to worry about a thing. If you want, I can help you get there. Speaking from my own experience, I don't regret it." Still holding her phone, Doina sat on the porch and looked up at the stars that had begun to appear. For the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to believe that maybe luck had finally found its way to her. Maybe God had heard her prayers and sent Lidia into her life exactly when she needed her most. But almost immediately, her thoughts turned to her son. He was still so little. How could she leave him? Who would feed him? Who would hold him when he cried? She sighed again, her heart aching as she fought back tears. "It's an opportunity, Doina," Lidia had written. "One thousand five hundred euros every two weeks. Who earns that kind of money here?" That question stayed with her for days. She heard it over and over again whenever she watched her son sleeping or counted the few coins left in the jar, only to realize they still weren't enough. It haunted her. It was as if Lidia's voice kept whispering in her ear: "Go, Doina... don't let this opportunity slip away." By the middle of August, after countless sleepless nights and endless inner battles, Doina finally made her decision. She sold her phone, borrowed a little more money, and, with Lidia's help, bought a plane ticket. One morning, she packed a small bag with a few clothes, a photograph of her little boy, and a small religious icon that had belonged to her mother. She left her son in the care of a trusted neighbor, promising she would return soon. "Just a few months... until I save enough money." With a heavy heart, she made her way to the airport. On the journey there, she kept thinking that, at last, she would no longer be "poor Doina" from the end of the village. The thought of finally being able to give her son more than she ever could before—new clothes, diapers, a better crib, maybe even a room of his own—gave her the strength to wipe away her tears and embrace what she believed was her chance for a better future. Dawn was just breaking when she landed at Dubai International Airport. The sky slowly turned a pale shade of pink as Doina sat alone on one of the airport benches, staring blankly through the enormous glass windows. She clutched her bag tightly against her chest, as though every hardship she had ever endured was folded away inside it. She thought about her son—his scent, his tiny fingers wrapped around her hair, the way he would fall asleep with his cheek pressed against her chest. She was waiting for Lidia to pick her up while the hot, dry air seemed to press down on her with every passing minute. Around her, people hurried in every direction. Voices echoed in languages she couldn't understand. Suitcase wheels rattled endlessly across the polished floors. She waited in silence. Every now and then she glanced toward the sliding doors, her heart pounding. She worried that something had gone wrong—or worse, that Lidia had changed her mind. "She'll come," she kept telling herself. "She said she'd meet me." Then, suddenly, she heard a familiar voice calling from the other end of the terminal. "Doina! My dear... welcome!" She jumped. For a brief moment, an overwhelming sense of relief washed over her, so strong it nearly brought her to tears. She turned around immediately. Lidia was walking toward her with a broad smile, elegantly dressed, wearing oversized sunglasses and her hair loosely tied back. She looked confident, successful, and full of life. "Lidia..." Doina said as she quickly got to her feet. "I'm so glad you came..." The two women embraced. "Come on, hurry. Someone's waiting for us," Lidia said, taking Doina's bag before she even had a chance to respond. "Where are we going?" Doina asked, struggling to keep up. "To your accommodation, of course. It's a little farther away, but you'll like it. Get some rest today, and tomorrow we'll sort out the work." The way Lidia said "we'll sort it out" barely registered with Doina. She was too exhausted to think about it. Too hopeful to believe anything other than that her life was finally about to get better. They drove in a large black car to a neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. The buildings shimmered in the morning light, and Doina stared in amazement at everything around her—wide roads, palm trees, people dressed differently, dazzling billboards. Lidia kept talking about the excellent salaries, the order, the rules, but Doina barely heard a word. She was simply too tired. The only thing on her mind was her little boy, asleep with his tiny hand wrapped around her finger. Several hours later, a harsh beam of sunlight slipped through the spotless white curtains, startling Doina awake as a door slammed somewhere down the hallway. It was Lidia. She was carrying two small bottles of water and a laminated ID badge. "Here," she said, handing it over. "I've brought your temporary badge. You can't move around the building without it." Doina took it instinctively. Printed on it were her name, the photograph taken quickly at the airport, and a job title in bold capital letters: HOUSEKEEPING TRAINEE "Trainee...?" she asked, clinging to the unfamiliar word. "Yes, of course. Everyone starts that way," Lidia replied calmly, as though explaining something completely ordinary. "You'll spend two or three days getting familiar with everything, then you'll start your regular schedule. You'll get used to it. For now, get some rest. You start tomorrow, so you'd better be fresh for work." Doina went to the room the hotel management had assigned to her, hoping to regain her strength before the big day—the day she believed would finally mark the beginning of a better life. As she walked down the corridor, she noticed several other women. Young. Exhausted. Silent. They looked at her without curiosity, as though they had seen someone like her a thousand times before. That night, Doina lay awake listening to the sounds of Dubai—a city that never seemed to sleep. She thought about her son. Was he crying? Had the neighbor remembered to feed him on time? For the first time since leaving home, a cold sense of fear crept into her heart. Something didn't feel right. Everything had happened so quickly. "Tomorrow is a new day," she reassured herself. "I'll sort everything out. And besides, I have Lidia. She wouldn't leave me completely in the dark..." Eventually, she drifted off to sleep. The next morning, she woke once again to the blinding sunlight and the sound of another door slamming somewhere along the corridor. For a few moments, she couldn't remember where she was. She stared at the white ceiling, the heavy curtains, and the bright light streaming through the window. She smiled. "Today's the day," she thought. "My first day." She got up quickly and stepped into the hallway. "Lidia?" she called softly. No one answered. A man in uniform appeared at the far end of the corridor. "Passport, please." Without hesitation, Doina handed it over. She assumed it was just another routine procedure. The man flipped through it for a few seconds before placing it inside a folder. "You're taking it? Why?" she asked, knowing he wouldn't understand because she didn't speak English. He didn't even look up. "Company keeps it." She wanted to say something else, but the man had already walked away. That day, she was given cleaning supplies and shown how to prepare the hotel rooms. She changed bed linens, scrubbed bathrooms, vacuumed hallways, and cleaned windows. The work was exhausting, but she didn't complain. She kept reminding herself that every bit of it was worth it—for her son. But when evening came, her workday didn't end. A woman from the hotel administration approached her and said curtly: "Room 714." Doina assumed there was another room waiting to be cleaned. She walked to the room and knocked on the door.   From inside, the door was opened by a tall man with broad shoulders and a strong build. He wore a perfectly ironed shirt and a large watch on his wrist. His face remained almost expressionless, and his cold, fixed gaze seemed not to rest on people, but rather to assess them. Doina smiled awkwardly, lifted her cart with cleaning supplies, and said in a slightly embarrassed voice: “housekeeping” (pronounced “hauskiping”). The man did not answer. He simply stepped back, motioning for her to enter. She hesitated for a moment, then crossed the threshold, convinced that this was how every cleaning assignment began. The door closed slowly behind her, and the sound of the lock turning echoed loudly. There was no sign of disorder in the room. The bed was perfectly made, the towels were neatly folded, and on the small table there was a glass that had barely been touched. Doina stopped, confused. — I think there has been a mistake…, she told herself. In that moment, she felt that something was wrong. The man’s gaze, the silence in the room, and the way he discreetly blocked her path to the door slowly erased every explanation she had been trying to give herself. That was when she understood that she had not been sent there to clean. She tried to leave. She tried to explain that she had come to work at a hotel, not for this. But no one listened to her words. She was not understood — neither literally nor figuratively. In the days that followed, the same story repeated itself again and again. During the day, she cleaned hotel rooms. At night, she was sent from one room to another. Every time she tried to say that she did not want to, that she had come for something else, someone reminded her that her passport was no longer in her possession and that, there, nobody asked what she wanted. She had to work if she wanted money and if she wanted “everything to be fine for you until the end.” Sometimes she did not even know what day it was. She slept for a few hours, then someone would knock on the door again and tell her she had to go downstairs. She was not allowed to leave the hotel alone. She had no passport. She had no phone either. Every time she asked when she would be able to go home, she received the same answer: — You still have debts to pay. Doina did not understand what debts they were talking about. She had paid for her plane ticket herself. Later, she was told that she still had to pay for her accommodation. On top of that, they threatened her with her child’s safety. They knew many things about her: that she was struggling financially, that she had a small child, and many other details. That hurt her deeply. She did not want to put her child’s safety at risk. They had also frightened her by saying that they had connections with the local police and that, if she did not obey, she could get into trouble. Lidia had disappeared. From that moment on, Doina never saw her again, never had the chance to ask what was really happening. With each passing day, she became weaker. More exhausted. Further away from her child. Every night, she fell asleep with her son’s photograph hidden under her pillow and whispered prayers that she would be able to return to him as soon as possible. Several months had passed since she had come to Dubai to work. It was the end of November, and one afternoon, one of the women she worked with at the hotel helped her get a phone so she could make a call. When she held the phone in her hands, her heart was beating so loudly that she felt as if everyone could hear it. She picked up the phone and, with trembling hands, did not know who to call. She did not know whether she could still trust anyone. But then she remembered a number she had once seen on television, related to working abroad. It was the number of the Safe Migration and Anti-Trafficking Hotline, a specialized service managed by the International Centre “La Strada” that provides information, counselling, and support in cases related to human trafficking or risks associated with irregular migration. She searched for information on Facebook and found the service’s page. Her message arrived one afternoon: “Hello… I have a friend who is in Dubai. Her passport was taken away, she is not allowed to leave, and she is being forced to do things she does not want to do. Can you help her? She says she is afraid for her child. The people there are threatening her, forcing her to work, and, on top of that, they keep selling her from one room to another…” Our colleagues began responding to her. They asked questions. They requested details. Slowly, from the way she answered, from the pauses between messages, and from the fear she was trying to hide, they understood one thing. Doina was not asking about a friend. She was asking about herself. She was in a situation of labour exploitation, almost five thousand kilometres away from home. In Doina’s case, every minute mattered. Together with the institutions and partners involved, the necessary steps were taken to identify and protect her. It was not an easy journey, but eventually, Doina managed to leave the place where she had been exploited and return home to the Republic of Moldova. She received logistical, financial, medical, and psychological support. The first person she wanted to see was her little boy. She hugged him so tightly, as if she wanted to recover all the hugs they had lost. Today, Doina says that it is not easy for her to talk about what she went through. But she does it because she knows that her story may save someone else. If you have found yourself in a similar situation, or if you suspect that someone is being exploited at home or abroad, ask for help. Human trafficking often begins with a promise that seems too good to be true. Help exists, and the first step can begin with a single message or a single phone call. Call the Safe Migration and Anti-Trafficking Hotline: For calls from within the country: 0 800 77777 (free call within the Republic of Moldova) For calls from abroad: +373 22 23 33 09 You can also write to us: hotline@lastrada.md We are available every day from 8:00 to 20:00. All calls are anonymous and confidential.  

The Safer Internet Centre of Moldova (SIC Moldova) will be co-funded by the European Union over the next three years through the Digital Europe Programme, marking an important step towards strengthening the national child online protection system and bringing the Republic of Moldova closer to European standards for digital safety. The project “SIC Moldova – Empowering Children to Learn, Explore and Stay Safe Online” has been selected for funding under the Digital Europe Programme. Through this project, we aim to expand and strengthen the activities of the Safer Internet Centre of Moldova so that every child can learn, explore and use the internet in a safer environment. Over the next three years, the project will further develop essential information, counselling, reporting and youth participation services, while also contributing to the alignment of national policies and legislation with the European Union acquis in the field of child protection in the digital environment. Implemented by the International Centre „La Strada”, the project will reinforce the four core pillars of the Safer Internet Centre of Moldova: the Information and Awareness Centre for Online Safety; the SigurOnline Counselling Service; the Hotline for reporting online child sexual abuse material (CSAM); youth engagement and empowerment in the development of digital safety initiatives and policies. As part of the project, a wide range of multimedia educational resources and information materials will be developed for children, parents, teachers and professionals. In addition, nationwide awareness campaigns, teacher training programmes, youth activities and innovative initiatives will be organised to promote digital skills and the responsible use of technology. A key focus of the project will be the further development of support services. The SigurOnline Counselling Service and the Hotline for reporting illegal online content will be strengthened to provide specialised assistance to children, parents and professionals in cases involving cyberbullying, exposure to harmful content, online-related mental health concerns and other emerging digital risks. At the same time, the mechanisms for identifying and removing online child sexual abuse material will be enhanced, while efforts will be made to support the adaptation of the national legislative framework to address new challenges arising from artificial intelligence-based technologies. The project “SIC Moldova – Empowering Children to Learn, Explore and Stay Safe Online”, co-funded by the European Union under the Digital Europe Programme, is implemented by the International Centre La Strada in coordination with the Ministry of Labour and Social Protection, the Ministry of Education and Research, the General Police Inspectorate, and in partnership with other public authorities and private sector stakeholders.

The International Center “La Strada” presents the results of its services’ activity for the first half of 2026. The semi-annual factsheets reflect the work carried out by our teams during January–June 2026, translated into figures through the number of cases managed, calls received, interventions provided, as well as the support offered to those who needed our assistance. The semestrial factsheets are available at the links below: Half-year factsheet 2026 - Safer Internet Centre in Moldova (SigurOnline): https://yurl.lastrada.md/clue8 Half-year factsheet 2026 - Child Assistance Team (CAT): https://yurl.lastrada.md/7fnd5   Half-year factsheet 2026 - Trustline for Women and Girls (0 8008 8008): https://yurl.lastrada.md/cet4j Half-year factsheet 2026 - Women and Girls Support Team (WGST): https://yurl.lastrada.md/w88lr Half-year factsheet 2026 - Hotline for Safe Migration and Anti-Trafficking (0 800 77777): https://yurl.lastrada.md/w5xcl

In the context of the press release issued by the General Police Inspectorate (GPI) regarding the investigation of a case involving a 19-year-old woman, the International Center "La Strada" condemns the way in which the circumstances of the case were presented and calls for a review of public communication practices in such situations. Institutional communication must not contribute to perpetuating stereotypes and prejudices about sexual violence, nor should it revictimize those affected. The GPI press release is problematic for several reasons: Failure to clearly identify the nature of the offence under investigation. The institution does not explicitly state that it is investigating a rape case, instead using vague language about the subject of the complaint. Cases of sexual violence cannot be presented to the public as alleged "consensual sexual relations" under the pretext of respecting the presumption of innocence. Such an approach risks privileging the perspective of those under investigation from the outset of public communication while minimizing the seriousness of the alleged offence. The focus is placed on the victim's behaviour rather than the alleged offence. The press release includes information that the victim allegedly invited the young men to her home, consumed alcohol with them, met them through social media, and had previously been in an intimate relationship with one of them. These details do not clarify the facts under investigation; instead, they shift attention to the victim's behaviour, reinforcing the perception that she bears some responsibility for what happened. The language used creates a misleading public perception. The press release states that the individuals concerned "allegedly engaged in sexual acts" with the victim without clarifying that the investigation concerns whether those acts were non-consensual. Moreover, given that the victim was reportedly under the influence of alcohol, the issue of consent must be assessed with the utmost care. Institutional communication should not imply the existence of valid consent before the facts have been established through the investigation. References to the victim's sexual history are irrelevant. Mentioning that the victim had previously been in an intimate relationship with one of the suspects has no relevance to determining whether consent existed in relation to the acts under investigation and has no place in an official press release. A fundamental principle promoted, including in police training, is that consent given in the past does not constitute consent to any future sexual act. Investigating sexual violence cases is not limited to forensic medical examinations. Establishing the circumstances of a rape case requires the collection and assessment of all relevant evidence. The absence of physical injuries or signs of force cannot be interpreted as proof that consent existed. The presumption of innocence must be balanced with victims' rights. Respect for the presumption of innocence is a fundamental principle of criminal proceedings. However, it does not justify public communication that shifts attention away from the alleged offence and onto the victim's behaviour. Institutional communication must strike a balance between the rights of those under investigation and the rights of victims to protection, dignity, and an objective investigation. In light of the above, we call on the General Police Inspectorate to: Withdraw the published press release, as it is inconsistent with the principles of responsible communication and ethical standards for reporting on cases of sexual violence. Acknowledge the institutional communication failures and publish a revised statement that objectively reflects the facts under investigation, avoids perpetuating stereotypes about victims, and includes information about the specialized support services available to victims. Review its internal policies and practices on public communication regarding sexual violence cases, including by developing clear standards for institutional communication to prevent similar situations in the future. Furthermore, the International Center "La Strada" recalls that, pursuant to Government Decision No. 508 of 19 July 2023, all cases from the Călărași district must be referred to the Regional Integrated Service in Ungheni, where victims can access multidisciplinary specialized assistance. In this case, we note the failure to comply with Government Decision No. 508/2023, as the territorial Police Inspectorate did not refer the case to the specialized service immediately after the complaint was registered, as required by the approved sectoral procedures. We reiterate that the purpose of this service is to ensure a coordinated, professional, and victim-centred response, enabling victims to receive medical, psychological, legal, and forensic assistance in one location while minimizing the risk of retraumatization throughout the investigation process. Women and girls affected by sexual violence can seek support and report incidents by calling the Women's and Girls' Trust Line at 0 8008 8008. The service is free of charge, confidential, and provides information, counselling, and referrals to specialized support services.