#mpdl

These days I've appeared in the Spanish media because I- along with several people my age- have been swindled, scammed, whatever you want to say. Most of us- due to the unemployment in Spain- were recommended an agency by our universities to get an internship in the UK.

As you can imagine, that went wrong, very very wrong. But you know, as desperate as we were, we would have taken anything. I didn't see it clear but either I remained in Spain losing my time or I came here and try to make it. I had nothing to lose so I came, some people decided to remain.

Once I was here in the UK, I received 0 help, but I was also seriously threatened by those people. I talked to my family, they were worried about me and I decided to let it go and start looking for a job by myself, as I did.

Only after some days did I hear of some young professionals in mty situation. Each one of us had different experiences and proofs, we started investigating them and we discovered many, many things. They lied about who worked there, testimonies and legal conditions, for instance. With that, we denounced them to the police in Spain and in the UK. We had to stop this people no matter what, but those guys- at least one of them- were quite famous in the UK. It'd not be easy!

I started talking to economists, banks and lawyers- to try to get our money back- while some others created a webpage to denounce it. After all, we tried to contact different journalists in Spain. With all the information we had, we got a lot of coverage. A couple of days ago, an article appeared on a Spanish newspaper, that same day I talked to the radio and a Brit paper and yesterday some other pals appeared on different TV programs. Now it's up to the police to act, we can't do anything more- apart from trying to convince people those guys are pro swindlers (or maybe not so pro, if we discovered so many things about them).

As you can imagine, I'm mentally exhausted because I've been doing all of this while working/studying/looking for another job- and this is the other part.

I didn't share this with my friends or family. I thought it was my responsibility, my problem and there was nothing they could do, so I didn't want to burden them with my life. Of course, they are deceived- this I understand. But I told them over and over again during that time that I didn't feel well and all I heard was 'you have to adapt'. Bullsh*t, I'm used to moving around, I have no problem with that. If I speak, it means that I just complain, if I shut up, that I don't want to share anything, if I don't do anything, that I victimise myself, and if I do, I'm wrong again. I am trying for them to understand my POV, but as they won't, I can only respect their opinion.

Thank God, I've got the most supporting and patient family I could ever have asked for. Sometimes you don't need pieces of advice (after all, it's easier to sell wheat than to grind it, as my father says). You just need somebody to tell you it's OK.