< Translator’s note: The original formatting of the stories has been preserved. The translations aim to remain as close as possible to each author's original wording and expression.

 

It happened in the Carpathians, near one of the sanatorium buildings, where I was waiting for my massage appointment. A man came out of that room and started talking to me in a joking manner. I thought it was just politeness, but during one of the jokes, he touched my shoulder, and I flinched away. Later, I found out he was the director of that sanatorium building. During our conversation, he said that I was “with character and sexy.”

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When it was my turn to go into my massage therapist’s room, I noticed that he appeared again. I went behind the curtain to undress and realized he was standing in the room, “jokingly” peeking behind the curtains. I started shouting for him to leave immediately. His status as a director, as it later turned out, gave him a sense of impunity, and according to my massage therapist, he regularly harasses both visitors and employees of the building.

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I wrote an email to upper management with a detailed description of the situation in which he was spying on me, and left a review on Google Maps. Of course, I received replies asking me to provide my phone number and come to meet with them, but I didn’t care — I just wanted people to know that the sanatorium grounds are not safe for women.

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Daria; story shared in 2022 as part of the campaign “16 Days of Activism Against Gender-Based Violence.”