Today, 13 years ago, the wild abuse of a girl in Paros by a Pakistani hotel worker frozen the country.

On July 23, 2012, 15 -year -old Myrto Papadomichelakis fell victim to rape and wild abuse, which left her quadriplegic and incapable of talking or walking.

Hours later, her mother found her thrown into rocks, wildly struck with stones and abused. The perpetrator was condemned but Myrto never happened as it was before.

Today, 13 years later, Myrtos’ mother, Maria Kotrotsou, shared her feelings with a moving post on Facebook.

“13 years since. 2012-2025. Today I woke up with a heavy mood. From yesterday I was thinking that tomorrow is the day my soul stopped to live… to feel, to rejoice and to hope … Someone else remembered that today a monster melted my child’s head and condemned it in a life without a voice, without a step. […] I look at your eyes, your face, and I try to suck strength, courage, hope – because you are only the source for all this. It is every breath of you that sprouts all this. And life goes on … some days better … Some days worse, sank in lethargy or seizures … “Myrtos’s mother says.

The whole post of Maria Kotrotsou

“13 years since then …. 2012-2025

Today I woke up with a heavy mood. Yesterday I was thinking that tomorrow is the day that my soul stopped living … to feel happy and hoped before I received a phone call from afar. It doesn’t matter who. It doesn’t matter the name. It might have been a surname or anonymous. It is important that another man besides me remembered that today a monster melted my child’s head and made it a quadriplegic incompetent to speak and walk… .that he condemned him to a wheelchair life without even being able to express his regret. And I a mere spectator of his misery, without being able to overthrow it.

And then you hear a second chance … forgiveness maybe … how? With what power? With what courage? Who said it lived it and did it? Let me tell me someone who was in my place. Not that he surpassed it, who lives it and will continue to live it every day in his life in his daily life 24 hours a day, that he did it .. that he did it … and ceased to hurt …

My God should not dawn on July 22, 2012.

I look at your eyes I look at your face and I try to suck for power courage hope because you are only the source for all this. It is every breath of you that sprouts all this. And life goes on … some days better … Some days worse, sank in lethargy or seizures … “.