In Turkey, you can feel and see sexual harassment just walking down the street, a kind of aggression everywhere that women feel first. He said he knew a few places in the neighborhood of Aksaray as well as in Istiklal street.
He had been very poor. We planned to go to the nightclub on a weekend night. He said it was still too early to go to the club. They may subject them to sexual abuse or rape. These women have no documents or money and therefore have no way of escaping from this trap.
It was almost midnight when we packed up and headed for the club. It was a regular club with a light show and an Iranian DJ. The club managers and staff came to welcome Saeed and took us a nice table with the best view over the whole establishment. Finally I saw the women, who looked like mannequins with an imposed bitter smile on their faces.
I could barely smile either. Saeed introduced me as Shiva, his new girlfriend, and after a few minutes, the DJ announced my name as the special guest of the night. There were two Iranian women dancing on the stage.
After they made eye contact with customers, they would give them a sweet smile and sometimes reluctantly shake their body to the music. Saeed pointed out one and whispered in my ear: The club owner filled our table with drinks and snacks and Saeed called Mariam to join us.
