Dianara was one of the difficult ones. As her former owner said: “We had to ride her in.” His words resonate against his matter-of-fact expression, like he’s just trying to explain standard operational procedure. “You know, like you do with wild horses.”
She crawls out a leg at a time from the compartment hidden behind the plastered wall just knocked in by the Israeli taskforce. The mood is strange, agitated, and cops curse at girls now pouring out from everywhere, as bodies emerge from tiny niches in the walls. It’s like Pandora’s Box unleashed.
The three storey building is like a childhood fanatsy of hidden doors and secret tunnels warped into the adult reality of hide-and-seek with the police. Hydraulic mechanisms managed by remote controls ties this nifty system of hideaway niches and underground escape tunnels together.
The cops uncover another hide-out, just above the stairs, and since they can’t find the remote for it, they slam a piece of the wall in with a sledgehammer, their flashlights tangle and dance with particles of concrete dust whirling in its beams.
Three more girls extend their double-jointed limbs out of a space in the wall roughly the size of a small trunk. One of the girls wards off the helping hand offered by one of the officers. A conduct that doesn’t go down well with the special unit, as one of them pulls her down by the leg, ordering her to shut up and behave.
This isn’t the scene you would expect to find between the newly rescued and their rescuees. Being kept in a coffin compartment for hours at the time, you’d expect the girls to jump with joy. But there’s a cultural core of contempt and distrust running all through the hierarchy of Israeli law-enforcement, explaining the weird and wary encounter. The brothel will more than likely not be closed. The girls will more than likely be deported.
The Superintendant of the Tel Aviv policeforce couldn’t state his point of view any clearer than with the note of conduct he pinned to the billboard of the squad-room: “Everyone is a liar. Believe no-one.” He claims they don’t have the mandate to close the clubs down.
Dianara is one of the girls rescued in the raid. Her story is far from unique. She comes from a small formerly russian country, lured to Moscow with the promise of easy money and a bright and shining future. Once there she was kept in a three room apartment with eight other girls, surveilled by five men who took turns sleeping.
In Moscow, the initial stage of negotiations took place, as a representative of the Israeli importer flies in to evaluate “the stock”. A girl usually goes for between 5000-8000 USD. Dianara induced a price in the higher sphere, 7000 dollar. A couple of thousand for a forged Visa and then there’s the cost of the flight from Moscow to Cairo, roughly about 4000, another number stapled to the bill of debt the girls have collected before even entering into Israel.
Dianara was put to work from 9 PM until dawn. She went for 90 dollars by the hour for regular sex, maybe a slight adjustment upwards for anal. A lesbian act would set the paying customer back anywhere from 150 to 200. An orgie would come a little cheaper, give or take 125 USD. Dianara earned about 12 bucks a day.
There’s a discount for soldiers.
Prostitution is not only legal in Israel, the state also collects around 25 million in taxes from this boom industry turning over billions each year.
Pandering is illegal though.
Dianara and the eight other girls from the Moscow-apartment were forced under gunpoint to hide in the trunk of a cross-country Jeep. The men inEgypt were expert smugglers, beduins, familiar with every sand-lizard in the Sinai desert. They get 200 USD a body. If their cargo gets confiscated at the border, the smugglers recieves a hefty fine by the importers. And the state of Israel loses tax revenues.
Dianara’s former owner estimates that there’s a constant influx of 200-300 new arrivals a week. You lose one… hmm, well.
After the police-raid Dianara was put in state custody, waiting to testify against her former owner. She was discovered to suffer from some sort of a lung condition when examined by the state appointed doctor. But it was left untreated. Anyway, she was meant for deportation as soon as her day in court had passed.
In the beginning, Dianara put up a fight against her oppressors. But with time, they managed to “ride her in”. She said, “I was weary, so weary. I did whatever they wanted me to.”
She was put on a respitory as her lung condition proved malignent. She had her day in court. The next day she was deported. The day after that, she was dead.
Juha Nilsson, for USA Pink