Although, this is a very hard story to tell and to read, I want to make a special mention on the talent of Deborah Sontag from the New York Times for her wrtting and human skills. Is well known The Times has the greatest writers along US but I just wanted to shared this story which writting elements I found delicious.
(By:Deborah Sontag, New York Times) 
PORT-AU-PRINCE, Haiti — The 22-year-old woman, wearing a gauzy blue  dress that she had changed into after her release, spoke in a whispery  voice.  
Perhaps the worst part of the whole ordeal, she said, was the place  where her kidnappers had chosen to imprison her. That they abducted her  was terrifying. That they raped her, repeatedly, was too horrendous to  absorb just yet.  
But stashing her in the ruins of a home? Making her crawl on her stomach  beneath a collapsed slab into a destroyed house where they hid her in a  pocket of rubble? That was torture, she said.  
“Since I had not slept under any roof since the earthquake, I was so  scared I could not breathe,” said the woman, Rose, who requested that  her full name be withheld.  
Rose’s kidnappers told her brother-in-law, who delivered the ransom of  about $2,000, that they would kill her if she talked. She had no  intention of doing so. But police investigators showed up at the family  house in the Delmas 33 neighborhood shortly after her release, and a  reporter from The New York Times happened upon the scene, later  accompanying Rose to a women’s health clinic at the family’s request.  
Being present when Rose and her family were grappling with the horror of  her ordeal offered a firsthand glimpse inside the vulnerability that  many Haitians, and particularly women, feel right now. Sleeping in  camps, on the street and in yards, many feel themselves at the mercy not  only of the elements but of those who prey on others’ misery.  
So many cases of rape go unrecorded here that statistics tell only a  piece of the story. But existing numbers, from  the police or women’s  groups, indicate that violence against women has escalated in the months  after the Jan. 12 earthquake. Kidnappings are rare,  but they, too, have increased, and “the threat is constant,” said  Antoine Lerbours, a spokesman for the Haitian National Police.  
Malya Villard, director of Kofaviv, a grass-roots organization that  supports rape victims, said that the presence of thousands of prisoners  who escaped during the earthquake aggravated an environment where  insecurity and despair feed on each other.  
“It’s an ideal climate for rape,” she said.  
Ms. Villard said that Kofaviv’s two dozen case workers,  in  Port-au-Prince, had counseled 264 victims since the earthquake, triple  the number in an equivalent period last year. Arrests for rape are fewer  — 169 countrywide through May, but more arrests have been made in the  last few months than during the same period last year.  
Since the earthquake, international relief groups have expressed  concerns about violence against women, especially in the camps under  their watch. Poor or nonexistent lighting, unlockable latrines, adjacent  men’s and women’s showers and inadequate police protection have all  been problems.  
Recently, security in eight big camps has improved, with joint Haitian-United  Nations police posts or patrols; about 100 Bangladeshi policewomen  arrived late last month to deal with gender-based violence at three of  them. But there are about 1,200 encampments throughout Haiti,  and this city’s battered neighborhoods are largely left to their own  defenses, too.  
Rose and her relatives recently moved back to their properties when the  owner of the property where they were squatting threatened the tent city  residents with eviction. Their homes have been marked with a yellow  stamp by surveyors, meaning they are damaged but fixable. Rose and her  relatives sleep outside them, fitfully. They were scared of the  “young  thugs in Mafia sunglasses,” Rose’s cousin said, even before Rose’s  abduction.  
On May 10,  Rose, a statuesque  woman who is learning to be a  beautician, went out to buy some cookies.  A police officer whom she  knew beckoned her to sit in his unmarked car,  she said. She did. Then  two  men  ordered the officer out of the car, taking his gun and driving  off with Rose.  
The men shoved her into the back, and made her lie face down. She does  not know what neighborhood they took her to; it was empty and  rubble-filled, and had many destroyed houses. When she protested  entering one, they slapped her, she said, and forced her to squeeze  through the collapsed entrance. They pushed her into a crawl space  beneath a fallen ceiling.  
“I was scared mute,” she said. “Only when they raped me did I scream. It  hurt.”  
Clutching her pelvis as she talked, Rose said that the men had taken  turns, raping her seven times. “Or maybe eight,” she said, shutting her  eyes.
Read the full story on the following link:
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/24/world/americas/24haiti.html?pagewanted=2&ref=todayspaper
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