I was kidnapped by the Gypsies at the age of seven. Going from school, a woman approached, asked to show the road to the store, the way through the courtyards went, well, I went without a glance of conscience. After a few meters the car stopped and the woman said it was her friends and sooner it would be, I sat in the car and realized that something was wrong only when we drove as many streets past the store. I asked to let go, very persistently, and open the door, but the man who sat next to me grabbed me and shrugged my mouth. In general, I was thrown into a basement, and in the morning the woman took me through the courtyard to the station and told me to sit near the peron and ask for money from everyone in a row, and that whoever does not "work", he does not eat, she sat next to me. I was in such a stress that I sat for a couple of hours so, and as I recovered that was even ripped through the crowd, and then from the station where the eyes look, and I was lucky, I stumbled on a colleague nearby, he took me to my father and I told them everything with tears. My father and the men then searched for this swallow at the station all night but found no one. In general... Teach children not to trust anyone on the street, for me it could have ended badly. Many times the dream dreamed where I flee from it, but over time it ceased... Now I feel I can see it again...