Due to my poor English and basic education, I found it challenging to manage and understand things such as my rent, my bills and other letters or documents.
One day, through the help of a volunteer at the Gateway I was able to find out about the Nepalese-speaking advice and guidance service provided by Migrant Help. Without hesitation, I went to seek help and immediately felt comfortable.
The Migrant Help adviser and volunteers have been helping me ever since and have dealt with many of my problems such as benefit overpayment, my housing benefit application and many other issues. Through this service, I am now able to understand all of the documents. The advisers also take the time to support me to take the lead in resolving each issue myself.
Many nights my children would go to bed hungry. My wife Tasaria and I gave them whatever food we had, but it was rarely enough. Their clothes were worn through. But with no money, I’m ashamed to say I’d even looked in rubbish bins for clothes other families had thrown out.
This was not the life I had planned for my family. I wanted to come to England to work and provide for them, to give them a better life. In Slovakia it had been impossible. Employers didn’t give jobs to Roma people like me.
When I arrived here, I found an employment agency and took any work they could offer. By the time I’d paid travel, rent and bills, there was nothing left.
Jitka an adviser from Migrant Help, made such a difference to my family. First she arranged a loan so we could buy food, clothes, soap and shampoo. She also helped us apply for benefits, translating information and helping us fill in forms. Without her support and patience, it would have been impossible.
After arranging for my older children to go to school, Jitka even came to meetings with the teacher, to translate and support us. Things were desperate before we met Jitka. She has given us the help we need to move forward.
I look every day for a better-paid job and hope things will improve further for my family very soon.
I’d been desperate for work. When I was finally offered a job as a driver in Rosiori de Vede, I felt so happy. I quickly realised things were not as I’d expected. My employers, a couple in their 40s, wanted me to steal and be violent to people who owed them money. When I refused, I was beaten. I had my kneecaps smashed and my ribs broken. One time, they slashed me with a knife. Another time, the couple’s sons raped me.
That winter, with no idea where we were going, I drove for six days. We ended up in London. More than 25 people – my captors’ friends and family – lived at the house we arrived at. I slept on the floor of a wooden shed in the garden.
The hardest thing was seeing what was happening to Elena. She was just six years old. The couple had tricked her mother into letting her live with them, promising to look after her. But she had become their slave. They beat her violently and made her work up to 20 hours a day. Elena gave me the strength I needed to escape. I had to get her out of there.
One night, when everyone was sleeping, I found where they had hidden my passport and went to the police station. They went back for Elena and I was introduced to Migrant Help. Our lives finally changed.
Two years ago I had nothing. No food and nowhere to live. I’d managed to shower maybe twice a year. Now, thanks to Migrant Help, I have safe accommodation, new clothes and they have helped me see doctors for my health problems. Most of all, they have listened to me. I’m so thankful for everything they’ve done. They’re like a family to me now.