VIENNA – At night, many women are lined in the streets of Austrian capital. They are prostitutes. How one comes to do this dirty business on her own will? Social opinions and taboos still hold on our minds, and let others intrude in deepest resources of your body for symbolic reward means to cross the border, rebel against values and embodiment of love our mothers transferred us with their breast milk. Some girls, as they say, trying to escape from poverty, fell for false cleaning and waitress jobs advertisements, and were caught in cobweb of false debts, beaten, forced to bare pervert things and sold into prostitution, some came after their illusions about easy money of the Golden West. Many were trafficked by agents of the net from their native towns in Eastern Europe.
The Austrian manager of a children protection organization told last week that Austria was not only becoming a gathering place for prostitutes from Eastern Europe, but also a transit point of the flow of these prostitutes into Western countries.
Astrid Winkler, head of the Austrian Division of the End Child Prostitution, Child Pornography and Trafficking of Children for Sexual Purposes (Ecpat) organization, said during the press conference in Vienna that body trade endures nowadays globalization. (more…)

JETZT mit DEUTSCHE ÜBERSETZUNG

There are 580 entries for ‘escort agency’ in Vienna yellow pages
There are more than 1.506 registered prostitutes in Austrian capital.
There is no data how many prostitutes work in Vienna illegally, at least 3.000.
(Prostitution in Österreich, Wien, 2008, Bundeskanzleramt)
In Österreich sind nach Schätzungen von NGOs etwa 5.000 bis 7.000 Frauen in der Prostitution tätig. Der Großteil sind Migrantinnen (Sexworkers News)

AMS (Austrian work market service)
Early in the morning I arrived at AMS for routine checkup as one of 287.150 Austrian unemployed. There was already a queue by the door. Jobless stood by the wall with air of hopelessness and anxiety expecting their names to be called out. Their faces kept traces of adjustment to existing order of things and their cloth – traces of long-time scarcity, when bright yellow shirt with writing “boss”, perhaps gained at charity, shone defiantly in dim light of corridor beside velvet shabby designer suit and hiking jacket, that saw better times decades ago. I already knew that such appointments scarcely bring good news or worthy job offer, but may change my life to the worse. Unemployed may be send as herd of sheep to variety of mandatory courses, distinguished by formality and coercive discipline, which is based at threat of allowance abort. Nervousness of others infected me, I felt sweat pouring down my back, and my knees trembled. As if escalating tension of situation, man in yellow shirt started to hiccup loudly, and others stood around and looked in the space numbly. Then Tanya appeared. (more…)

Women seeking men

Secrets of Austrian national character and enigmas of male race,
revealed by Galina
Guidelines for Russian women seeking decent man abroad

Уж замуж невтерпёж,
или Тайны мадридского двора

Мои австрийские знакомые частенько обращаются ко мне за советом, когда русские потенциальные невесты из интернета выставляют им вместе с обещанием примчаться и любить до гроба цены на дорожные издержки.
Суммы эти, мягко выражаясь, завышены, и сам факт выглядит либо как свидетельство российского мифологического мышления о баснословном изобилии западной жизни, либо как проверка золотого бычка на платежеспособность. (more…)

With my first old Nikon hidden under the jacket that made me look at least 6 month pregnant. I crept in one of multistoried houses (Laufhaeuse) where prostitutes rented working rooms. Though houses looked shabby outside, wooden panels, leather arm chairs and thick carpets preserved air of pomposity inside.

Every girl had big poster with nickname, close-up photo and short service description on the door of her cabin. Visitors were to make up their minds looking at these pictures. Pretending to be absorbed by process, I kept eye on the men who appeared in the hall, and could unmistakably judge they were already aroused.

Some of them looked red in face and walked clumsily along the corridor as if salami in trousers suddenly changed its dimensions.

They were excited by very idea of visiting taboo place and by lewd images of their own imagination. Also promise of pleasure in its porno-illustrative form drive them temporary insane. (more…)

Most probable, men of power never pay visits to local brothels, where they can be spied out. If somebody appeared at least once on the screen of TV, it was risky for him to break with the air of lewd innocence in whorehouses or visit corrupted pussy at home when he could be recognized.

I guess discriminative law making is connected with chronically sick libido. Gentlemen in nice suits circulating in city hall and parliament are victims of their own public images and unsatisfied wishes. They strive for demonstration of self-importance erected on cramped libido of unhappy marriages. They could only dream possessing prostitutes – their body and soul. But grip of passion for political power was equally strong, and it made the choice.

I always felt myself investigative and curious about prostitutes, these enigmatic night butterflies, queens of seduction and throat tripper. Do they separate themselves from their bodies when giving blow job or offering orifices to next drunk man with bear belly and dim eyes of ill animal? I used all small tricks available to milk my occasional acquaintances for information about hot places in town. (more…)

Our attachments is the source of our problems. You are attached when you think your life would be impossible without what you are crazy about.
Ten years ago, I was standing in the long line behind the doors of British embassy in Moscow with supreme trepidation and wish to see London where I had never been. My attachment was Anglo mania and sincere belief in superiority of universe with epithet British over universe with epithet Russian including advantages of English breakfast tea over Russian tea.
I was accompanied by middle-aged gentleman – my pen-fiend from Eastbourne, who entertained ideas about Russian women approachability and hoped to bring me to UK, he was bold and shaking – not because of anxiety, but because of being ruined by diabetes and two heart transplant operations he had come through.
I had not passed embassy interview, because could not give direct answer to the question of stern looking English woman separated from me by glass as in prison or zoo, how many times I executed sexual acts with my English friend. I flushed painfully, and in this fire, my Anglo mania was burned. I destroyed books of my favorite English authors and threw pages down from balcony at the heads of Moscovites. (more…)

Moving forward, as I already wrote before its always major part of life nativities unavoidable. Oddly enough all my depressing experiences concentrated in sphere of relations. It is like sado-maso games with your own gastronomic perceptiveness. When being invited to occasional restaurant I am hardly appreciative, though never complain, perceiving product freshness and also hygienic conditions it was cooked in. Far from praising Vienna restaurants. It was not rare case to be ill after dinner together with gent who wanted to get in my pants. Felt literally ill eating greasy food and necessity to resist male stupidity. I feel innermost layers of humans when communicate, including those who obtain official power (more…)

Terrible bang at the door came after midnight. Since it was bars area, I reached for rolling pin and
then shut open the door. Russian woman Natasha stood there together with her husband – short man with disproportional big hands. Natasha looked as child who broke vase playing football in living room and tried to postpone inexorable penalty of angered parent.
- Galya, confirm that I was with you last night, – retorted she miserably.
Looking at her companion whose hands were clenching like claws of big cancer anticipating piercing through soft flesh, I hurriedly confirmed falsehood.
I knew Natasha for a few years. Now and then, she visited me in my attic to narrate about her life of struggle with controlling and jealous husband.
Couple came to Austria from Moscow region 15 years ago. They had two children, and
man belonged to category of -imported Russian brains- being highly qualified specialist welcomed by Austrian science.
Natasha existed in situation of complete financial dependence on spouse,
what stimulated significantly her victim attitudes and brutal dominant manners of her man.
She went so far in confessions of being beaten by him regularly at least once a week.
I would suspect exaggerations, as if she would not appear with bruises. Once it was violet lantern under her eye that she tried to cover with strand of hair. (more…)