There is no smile quite like it. A diminutive, slight young Vietnamese woman walks through a London park - new trainers, a spring in her step.
It’s no wonder she’s happy. When she first arrived in the capital, Thanh had no idea where she was. She was kept in a basement with seven others by her gangmaster - forced into sex work, allowed out only to pack vegetables under a watchful eye: otherwise kept under lock and key.
Now after an astonishing 30 years - she is free.
Of all the many harrowing stories I’ve heard from trafficking victims - I have never heard one like Thanh’s.