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History of Heroin: Over 100 years ago a multi billion dollar heroin industry was birthed by the British, French and Dutch colonial powers when they introduced the Mediterranean Opium Drug to Asia. Outrageous behavior by governments of so called sovereign nations, profited and perpetuated the biggest illegal drug industry the world has ever seen. 100 years of wide spread global addiction to Opium and Heroin followed.

Slavery and forced labour, was common 100 years ago for tea and sugar in many locations. Jamaica, Fiji, Queensland, Sri Lanka.

But the biggest slavery of people the world has ever seen is a tribe that lives in the mountain forests in south east Asia - China, Myanmar (Burma under British rule), Thailand, Loa and Vietnam (Indo China under French rule). A peaceful people that have never formed an army, lived and worked hunting, gathering and subsistant farming. There culture was destroyed with wide spread destruction of the forest to grow opium.Then being enslaved or used as forced labour to grow opium poppies. The slave masters used to be the colonial solders and now the slave masters are the rebel armies with up to 25,000 disciplined soldiers, protecting an illegal drug industry worth billions of dollars.

Many of these slaves have escaped, and many more will continue to make a shocking and terrifying journey. We have listened to many 100's of children's stories, but the girls typing them into the computer were so upset and crying we had to stop the documentation.

Stateless Children are left vulnerable, exploited and dying.

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Escape from slavery, too shocking and terrifying to think about. My father wanted to save my little brother from being taken to be a child soldier. We had to go through the hills with 20mm machine guns mounted on the highest hills, then avoid the armed patrols. We walked all night higher into the mountains. We camped on the ridge, but there was no food. Many little babies died from sickness, we worked very hard to find and plant food. Then the worst night of my life, soldiers crashed through the door of the hut and started beating my father, I could hear screams coming from other huts both sides. Blood came out of my fathers noise and mouth and then they chained my mother and dragged her away. Girls were being raped.

Children were running everywhere and I ran with a group for days and nights. Then a group of men took us to a compound to be taken into sex slavery, some of the girls were raped. The men drank a lot of Mekong Whiskey and fell asleep. There was a lot of fighting in the night with machine guns going all night and flares lighting up the sky. I didn't care about anything, my life was over, I was going from one terror to another, I was cursed, I was better off dead.

In the darkest hours of the night we hid in the back of a truck. In the morning a man just looked at 17 of us, some screamed at him to drive away and were scared the men would come and catch us again, some were sobbing uncontrollably re-living the events that killed, en-slaved or raped their family. Some were separated from siblings and were frantic. He couldn't speak properly and didn't seem to understand the trauma or the danger we were in. Others like me just stared vacantly at nothing, we didn't care if we lived or died.

How did he know? He drove through the mountains and always stopped were children needed help. He knew nothing-but knew everything. About 25 children got into his truck that day. He never asked us to come, he just stopped and looked and children just knew they had to go with him. Some children said they had been waiting for him for three days and others said God told them to wait for him.

Children were everywhere at his camp, but nobody had guns. No screaming, just bursts of spontaneous laughter, and song, because we knew that evil couldn't touch us anymore. We felt secure, happy, clean and alive.

Children were Glowing and overjoyed at the miracles and their new freedom and possibilities. Some just stared at nothing and it would take time to get over the shock of the journey to freedom. But fear and anxiety had gone. Just peace and joy flooded over us.

My Father knew there was a better life somewhere and I had found it. My little brother was dead, my father was dead and my mother was chained to be a slave again and would be rapped. But now I had to be grateful that God had spared me and I had to do my very best to hang on to the hope my father had given me.

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Slaves risking everything in a shocking and terrifying journey. Many don't make it to freedom. Please help the stateless children that do make it to freedom.

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