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Surgeons found 27 contact lenses stuck in a woman’s eye while preparing her for cataract surgery.

The lenses, which resembled a ‘blueish mass’ in the 67-year-old patient’s eye, were causing the woman discomfort that she simply attributed to dry eye and old age.
The case happened in November last year but has only just been reported in the British Medical Journal.

Rupal Morjaria, a specialist trainee ophthalmologist who dealt with the case at Solihull Hospital near Birmingham, told Optometry Today: ‘None of us have ever seen this before.

‘It was such a large mass. All the 17 contact lenses were stuck together. We were really surprised that the patient didn’t notice it because it would cause quite a lot of irritation while it was sitting there.’
Surgeons find 27 contact lenses lodged in woman's eye

The woman thought her discomfort was related to old age and dry eye ,
Initially, eye specialists discovered 17 lenses, before a further examination revealed that another 10 lenses were stuck in the eye.
The patient said she had been wearing monthly disposable contact lenses for 35 years but did not attend regular appointments.
As a result of the findings, the woman, who said she was unaware that the lenses were missing, had her operation postponed as the risk of developing endophthalmitis, inflammation of the interior of the eye, was increased.

Ms Morjaria added: ‘She was quite shocked. When she was seen two weeks after I removed the lenses she said her eyes felt a lot more comfortable.’

The woman did not report any symptoms in an assessment prior to surgery.

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Twin sisters are slowly being turned into stone by a one-in-two-million genetic condition.

Zoe Buxton and Lucy Fretwell, 26, suffer from fibrodysplasia ossificans progressiva (FOP), a condition that affects just 800 people worldwide.
It causes muscle tissue and tendons to be replaced by bone, gradually reducing movement.

Zoe and Lucy, from County Antrim, Northern Ireland, have suffered the effects from a young age.
Both were born with small bony lumps on their toes, a common sign of FOP – but doctors did not pick up on it at the time.
Twin sisters slowly being turned into stone by rare genetic condition

The condition causes their muscle tissue and tendons to be replaced by bone
Twin sisters slowly being turned into stone by rare genetic condition

Both of them have suffered the effects from a young age
Zoe, a fashion blogger said: ‘When I was five, I fell off the sofa and broke my elbow.
‘We thought it was a normal injury until the cast came off and I couldn’t straighten my arm – it was agony if I tried.
‘While we didn’t know it then, the bone that had formed over the joint was a result of FOP.’

She was diagnosed along with Lucy, aged eight, but their parents tried to hide the condition from them.
Lucy tripped over at school when she was 11 and hurt the back of her neck.
Twin sisters slowly being turned into stone by rare genetic condition

Zoe uses crutches to walk but sometimes needs a wheelchair for long trips

The resulting bone growth left her unable to raise her arms over head.
The same year, Zoe broke her leg falling off a scooter and was unable to straighten it.
FOP can worsen over time, and they are both likely to lose mobility in more of their body.

Zoe uses crutches to walk, but sometimes needs a wheelchair for long trips away from home.
She is eager to start a family with husband Mike Buxton, 29, but there is a 50 per cent chance she could pass on FOP to her child.
Twin sisters slowly being turned into stone by rare genetic condition
Lucy is considering adoption with her fiance as having children ‘isn’t an option at the moment’

Lucy is considering adoption with fiancé Michael Smyth, 27 as having children ‘isn’t an option at the moment.’
The twins are now undergoing clinical trials in London for a new drug that might help their condition.
So far, neither have experienced more bone growth.
Zoe said: ‘It’s early days, and our injuries are irreversible.

‘But we’re so positive about the future, and we refuse to let our condition stop us from living life to the full.’
Twin sisters slowly being turned into stone by rare genetic condition
They are both undergoing trials for a drug that might help their condition

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1.a I.M. Cooling Tower, Old Power Station, Belgium
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These are worn out parts of a cooling tower in an old power station in Monceau, Belgium. The magnificent trumpet-like structure in the middle introduced hot water to the structure, followed by a cooling effect while dripping down hundreds of small concrete troughs and slats.
2. Abandoned Domino Sugar Factory in Darkness – Brooklyn, New York.
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The Domino Sugar factory in Brooklyn, New York, was the original refinery of the American Sugar Refining Company, that produced Domino brand sugar. It dates from 1882, when it used to be the largest sugar refinery in the world. But in 2000, the refinery witnessed the longest labor strikes in the history of New York City. Over 250 workers protested their wages and working conditions for twenty months. As a result, the refinery stopped operating in 2004, after running for 148 years.
3. The Maunsell Sea Forts – England.
4. The Maunsell Sea Forts, England
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These magnificent forts were supposedly erected near the Thames and Mersey rivers in Britain to provide protection against German air or naval raids during World War II. After being decommissioned in 1950, the forts became inhabited by some new tenants like pirate radio operators and by the Principality of Sealand, which claims it is an independent sovereign state.
4. The Last House on Holland Island – U.S.A.
5. Last House on Holland Island, U.S.A
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This house used to be a part of what once was a flourishing small island colony in Chesapeake Bay in the U.S. Frequent and fast erosion of the island’s mud and silt led to decrease in the livable area of the land. This house was what was the last of the remains of Holland Island before it too collapsed in 2010.
5. Pripyat – Ukraine.
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The city of Pripyat was established in Ukraine, close to the border of Belarus on Feb. 4th 1970 as a Soviet nuclear city. It was a residential to the workers who worked in the nearby Chernobyl nuclear power plant. But in 1986, the nuclear power plant faced a disaster, more popularly known as the Chernobyl Disaster of 1986, which led to the evacuation of the entire city. Priypat, thus, remains a radioactive ghost city haunted by the nightmares of that dreadful night.
6. Kolmanskop – Namibia.
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Kolmanskop was a very small settlement in Namibia that suddenly grew and flourished in the early 1900s when German settlers found the area to be booming with diamonds. But, eventually, the craze for wealth gave out after World War I when the diamond fields began to deplete. By the 1950s, the town was completely deserted, and is now visited only by photographers and tourists.
7. Chateau Miranda – Celles, Belgium.
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The castle was built with the intention of hiding by French aristocrats who were trying to escape the revolution. During and after World War II, the Castle began operating as an orphanage. It was suddenly abandoned in 1980, with the family denying rights to allow authorities to care for the castle. Because of its past, this haunting castle forever remains a favorite ghost hunting destination among people who visit it.
8. An abandoned church with a few lingering parishioners – Czech Republic.
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9. Nara Dreamland – Japan.
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The Nara Dreamland park, opened in 1961, was inspired by Disneyland. The entrance to the park was built similar to the one in Disneyland and it also incorporated its own version of Sleeping Beauty’s Castle within it. But, in 2006, the park was haphazardly closed down due to lower number of visitors.
10. An Overgrown Palace – Poland.
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Built in 1910 for the Polish Royalty, this castle was a beauty within itself imbibing stories of kings and queens in all their royal heritage. But that century turned out to be a time of uncertainty for the country. The communist rule transformed the palace into an agricultural school, as well as a home for mentally handicapped adults and children. The palace that once sung of the Polish royalty was abandoned following the fall of the USSR.
11. San Zhi Houses – Taiwan.
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These alien-looking houses were built to serve as a holiday destination for the U.S. military officers who returned from their positions in Asia. However, huge losses in investments and some dreadful car accidents, forced the the site to shut down abruptly in 1980, shortly after it had been built. Unfortunately, in 2010, the buildings had to be brought down.
12. The Jet Star Rollercoaster, Seaside Heights – New Jersey.
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After the Superstorm Sandy hit in 2013, The Jet Star Rollercoaster fell victim to its might and was left submerged in the Atlantic Ocean. It stood rusting for six months, until it was plucked from the sea.
13. The 102-Year-Old Floating Forest in Sydney – Australia.
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This is what is left of the SS Ayrfield, a large steam ship that went wreck in Homebush Bay, Australia after World War II. When the dismantling yard closed down, SS Ayrfield along with numerous other ships remained where they were. Now, it is a hauntingly beautiful floating forest that sets an example of nature’s struggle for survival.
14. Uninhabited Island in Southwest Florida – U.S.A.
The dome-like structures were built in 1981 on Cape Romano off the coast of Florida. They were the summer home of oil producer Bob Lee before falling into disrepair. What their fate will be today is still uncertain and eerie!


15. Abandoned Military Hospital in Beelitz – Germany.

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These completely spooky pictures are what is left of the abandoned Beelitz-Heilstätten hospital in Beelitz, Germany. The complex was built sometime around the late 1800s. It had also helped Adolf Hitler recover from a leg wound that he incurred at the Battle of Somme fought in 1916. However, some parts of the complex are in operation till date, but most of them were abandoned shortly after the Soviets left the hospital in 1995.

[size=8pt]I checked my watch for the seventh time in as many
minutes. Face it, Mel, I told myself, he isn’t going to
show.
I was hovering in the foyer of the local multiplex
cinema, in my short skirt, denim halter-neck top and
strappy high heel Bleep-me sandals, looking like a woman
who had been stood up by her date. Which I was.
I flipped open my mobile, telling myself that maybe I
hadn’t heard it ring when he called to leave a message for
me, which he must have done, if he’d had to cancel. If
some kind of emergency had occurred. But there were no
messages.
I’d met Bill at a Pilates class. He was the only guy in a
group of ten women, so he kind of stuck out, so to speak. I
was impressed that he was brave enough to join an allfemale
class – and by his physique. He had a really toned
body and I liked watching his muscles when we did the
press-ups, imagining that I was spread out on the exercise
mat beneath him as he lowered himself down on strong
arms and then, with a grunt, pushed back up.

I decided to chat him up after the class, we went for a
drink, hit it off and then went back to his place for a great
sex session.
Initially, it was passionate, steamy, animal fucking. He
had tremendous stamina and I loved feeling his big hard
cock pumping inside me. But he also liked to tease,
thrusting, filling me, while I gripped with my (greatly
improved from Pilates) pelvic muscles, and then he would
raise himself up, taking all his weight off me and slowly,
carefully, pull out of my slippery, aching pussy until just
the glistening tip of his wonderful cock was barely
touching my wet gash.
He’d stay like that until I begged him to fill me again,
my arms and legs wrapping around his waist, his back,
desperate to be bleeped. It was torture, but exquisite torture,
and he would bring me to a point where I couldn’t stop
myself coming, repeatedly, at which point he gave me a
huge, smug grin before shooting his load with a cry like an
injured wolf.
I felt smug, too, at landing such a great lover, ignoring
several of my mates’ warnings that he had a bit of a
reputation as a user.
‘Hey, he can use me all he likes,’ I responded,
remembering those great orgasms.
We’d been out twice since then – once to a club,
another time to a wine bar. I didn’t know if it was going to
go anywhere, but the sex was so good I really didn’t care:
as long as I got my fix.
Bill only came to a few of the Pilates classes, said he
never really stuck at anything; just liked to sample
different things. I should have realized that included
people.
I glanced at the crowds filing past me to the box office.
It was Saturday night and this was a popular movie. And,

of course, just to rub salt into the wound, the audience was
mostly couples
The film was due to start in five minutes. I had a
choice. I could go home, feeling sorry for myself, and get
drunk. Or call a friend, and get drunk. Then again, I could
always go in and see the film on my own.
It wasn’t something I’d ever done before. I imagined
I’d feel self-conscious, like when you’re in a restaurant
eating alone. In which case, I always took a prop, like a
book or my laptop. I’d picked up the cinema’s free
Coming Attractions magazine but I’d read that twice just
waiting for Bill.
Why was I so hung up about seeing a film alone? God,
I was a grown-up woman. I’d suggested we come to the
cinema because I really wanted to see this film. I’d been
looking forward to it (and the sex which would have
followed). Of course, I could always wait until it came out
on DVD, I supposed. Relieve my frustration with my
favourite vibrator.
I watched as the last of the queue dwindled and people
disappeared into Screen 1, the really huge screen with
Dolby surround sound. It would have been fun. Damn it, I
wanted to see whether Uma did get to kill Bill. I almost
laughed at the irony. Because right now, I felt like killing
him myself. And the idea of seeing Uma kick male ass
really appealed.
‘One, please,’ I said, thrusting a ten pound note at the
bored-looking teenager in the box office. Probably doing a
weekend job while he was finishing his A-levels at school.
‘We only have a few seats left. Where do you want to
sit?’
I wanted to sneak in and sit at the back, unnoticed.
When I was sixteen, you could sit where you liked in the
cinema and preferably at the back with your mates so you

could mess about, and have a snog and a fumble. I hated
having to choose my preferred position from a computer
screen.
‘What about in the middle of this row?’ he suggested.
The lights had already gone down when another
teenager with a uniform shone a torch at row F and I had
to ask people to get up, as I stumbled and pushed against
them. I felt like they were all staring at me, and a few
muttered, irritated that I’d left it so late. I kept whispering
‘Sorry’ until, finally, I got to my seat.
I glanced either side of me. I was between a girl
snuggled up to her boyfriend, her tousled blonde head
resting blissfully on his shoulder, and a guy in a light
coloured shirt and dark jeans.
Trying not to fidget unduly and further annoy those
who were already comfortably settled, I sat down and
discreetly adjusted my skirt. There wasn’t a lot of room
for manoeuvre here, because I’d chosen to wear a very
short, flimsy little number that barely covered my thighs.
Okay, so it wasn’t entirely my choice. Bill had suggested I
wear something that would enable him to ‘get at me
easily’ in the cinema. At the time, I was more than happy
with this idea but now I frowned, deciding to send him a
nasty little text after the show to tell him what I thought of
him. However, to hide my immodesty, I left the film
magazine on my knees to cover some of the exposed flesh.
I was still fuming about Bill as twenty minutes worth of
advertising was bombarded into the cinema, which simply
added to my irritation. Finally, the main feature began and
I focussed on the screen.
The film was at the bit where our poor heroine has been
buried alive in a coffin, with seemingly no way of escape
when I felt something brushing against my ankle. I
ignored it at first hoping the cinema didn’t have a rodent

problem, but as it continued I peered down to see that the
guy sitting next to me had moved his leg across so the
leather of his shoe was touching my bare ankle. I froze.
He was staring intently at the screen, as if he hadn’t
noticed. Perhaps he hadn’t. Maybe he didn’t realize we
had made physical contact. I carefully shifted my foot
away and decided to ignore it. My focus returned to the
screen, and nothing further occurred. I was relieved that I
hadn’t ended up sitting next to some pervert, particularly
in the mood I was in. But, after a while, I felt the slightest
of pressure against my calf, so slight as to be almost
imperceptible, which made me doubt the sensation.
My eyes dropped down and I saw that his leg was
touching mine, the roughness of the fabric of his jeans
creating an interesting sensation against my bare flesh.
Hmmmm. I wondered what to do next. By rights, of
course, I should give him a sharp kick at the very least, or
stamp on his foot with my lethal stiletto heel. Then he’d
get the message. But while I was deciding, I allowed
myself to savour the sensation a little longer, which wasn’t
exactly unpleasant. Quite the opposite, in fact. So when I
felt fingertips trailing gently across my thighs, I wasn’t
surprised.
Perhaps he’d interpreted my inaction as unspoken
consent to what was taking place. And what exactly was
taking place? An erotic exploration of sorts in a large
darkened room full of other people. I was in no danger. I
was quite safe. And I knew somehow that if I indicated to
him to stop he would immediately do so. I wondered if
anyone else could see what he was doing. Somehow that
heightened the excitement, because I was, despite myself,
getting a bit of a thrill from this.

His touch was incredibly light and gentle, as if he was
stroking the most precious velvet, sending little tremors
through me.
Although I could see the screen, hear the brilliant
soundtrack, the great music, the witty dialogue, I was also
in a parallel universe which consisted of pure physical
sensation.
As his fingers moved, he could sense my arousal and
perfectly judged when and how to step up the action.
I trembled as his hand moved slowly, inexorably, up
my thighs and under the hem of my flimsy skirt. Then he
stopped, as if unsure of whether it was safe to proceed. I
was torn between indignation, outrage and excitement. But
I was turned on. Big time!
I breathed deeply, audibly and he moved his hand
further and higher, until I could feel the tips of his fingers
caressing the insides of my thighs; my pussy lips, already
moist, tantalisingly close.
He found the thin fabric of my lacy thong, pushed it to
one side and then I thought I heard him gasp softly as he
realized I was shaved, completely.
I froze like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a rapidly
approaching car, mesmerized.
Then his intrepid digit found my opening, slipping
inside while his thumb stroked my clitoris.
I stared ahead, unable to bring myself to look at him.
Normally, I would have been groaning loudly by now but
having to stay quiet, to pretend that I was fully engrossed
in the film, heightened the excitement, the illicitness, the
sheer naughtiness of what he was doing. It was our secret.
But it was hard to deny my vocal chords release, and I
realized with exquisite horror that if he continued to
minister to my wet pussy in this manner, I would almost
certainly come. And almost as soon as I’d allowed the

thought expression, I did come. Suddenly, blissfully. And
silently. I thought I was going to pass out, as the waves
racked my body, drowning me. For a moment, I closed my
eyes.
When I opened them again, wondering if I had dreamt
what had just happened, I let my hand rest on his, and he
turned over my palm, his grip gentle but firm, moving my
hand away from my own body and placing it carefully on
his lap. I was shocked to feel his unsheathed cock, hard as
a rock, and took a sideways glance.
He had folded his jacket and laid it across his groin,
unzipped himself (had he been wanking himself with his
other hand while he was making me come?) and my hand
was beneath it, resting on his rod.
So while I lusted after David Carradine on the screen,
savouring his amazing sexual charisma, I brought off the
stranger in the seat next to me. It took a matter of seconds
and it made me feel powerful, like Uma.
When the film ended, I wasn’t sure whether I should
get out quickly. He might be embarrassed. I didn’t know
what to expect. Except I knew I was curious. I was also
feeling randy again. Then the lights went up and it was my
first chance to look at him properly and he at me.
He smiled uncertainly and I smiled back.
‘Do you want to go somewhere?’ he asked in a deep,
smoky voice.
I nodded. ‘Yes.’
Together, we walked through the crowds into the foyer.
‘I know a place very close by,’ he said, taking my hand.
Walking down a corridor he whispered, ‘Wait here.’
He disappeared into the men’s toilets, where I imagined
he would be using the condom machine.
Minutes later, he reappeared, grabbed my wrist and
pulled me into one of the cubicles. I opened my mouth to

protest, but he whispered, ‘Shhhhhhh. I don’t know about
you, but I don’t think I can wait until we get back to my
place.’
Pushing me against the partitioned wall, he knelt down
between my legs, lifted my skirt, ripped off my soaking
wet thong and started to tongue me. I quickly experienced
my second quiet but incredibly powerful orgasm of the
evening.
While I was still reeling, my legs shaking, he rammed
his rigid cock into my waiting, very open pussy. My pelvic
muscles instinctively gripped him like a vice, milking him
until he exploded inside me, at which point we both placed
a hand over the other’s mouth as we came, desperate not
to be discovered.
We heard several guys come in and go out during the
next few minutes and when the coast was clear, we crept
back into the corridor like a couple of naughty teenagers.
Outside the cinema, I decided to introduce myself. ‘I’m
Mel.’
He grinned sheepishly. ‘Steve. Thanks for a lovely
evening, Mel.’
‘It’s not over yet,’ I pointed out.
‘Very true. You know what I want to do right now?’
I shook my head, deciding that nothing would surprise
me about this guy.
‘This.’ And he opened his mouth and screamed.
Loudly, as if he was coming all over again. I quickly
joined in, vocalising the ecstasy I’d experienced during the
past couple of hours but had been unable to give vent to.
‘That feels better,’ he sighed. ‘What now?’
I took his hand. ‘Back to my place for some good, oldfashioned
sex. In a bed. With no noise restrictions.’
‘Sounds good to me. By the way, what did you think of
the film?’

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Criminals who conducted these crimes are tracked by the governments of these countries to arrest them, as they started to form big gangs. Follow up this list including the top ten countries with the highest kidnaps.
10 Haiti:
Travel advisors tip of tourists that nobody is out of harm’s way of kidnapping, notwithstanding occupation, race, gender, or age. Yet, the majority of victims in Haiti are Haitians. Haiti has traditionally been a place of kidnapping rings that clutch political and business rivals. Haitian kidnappings are covered in more privacy than in other countries. If you are visiting Haiti, get your resort’s transport unswervingly.
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9 Brazil:
Mostly unfortunate inhabitants of the cities’ infamous favelas are those who are mostly kidnapped. Contrasting kidnappings caused by drugs, approximately all abductions in Brazil are monetarily forced. Kidnappers confess that they aim people who are well dressed and seem not to talk in Portuguese.
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8 Mexico:
Mexico is a country where locals, not tourists are kidnapped the most. The preponderance of American kidnappings in Mexico engages ATM delays, where tourists are kidnapped for some days at the same time as they remove money. If you want to avoid such kidnappings, abide by the resort areas in whatsoever city you’re in.
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7 Philippines:
In the southern area of the country, in particular the Zamboanga region, and the Sulu archipelago are the most parts where kidnappings take place. Mainly, tourists from China, Australia, and the United States are the main target of kidnappers. Actually, terror groups such as Abu Sayyaf are in charge of many kidnappings. Pirates of the Sulu Sea are recognized to grab people from resorts. In order to keep away from such accidents, the northern and middle parts of the Philippines are secure for visitors, so stick to them.
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6 Colombia:
In fact, rural areas such as mountain roads, rivers, and plantations are the most areas where people are kidnapped. Tourists are exposed to risk there. The Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia is responsible for 30% of the 29,000 kidnappings happened in the last 40 years. But some scoundrel groups still do it. The cities are much safer, yet they are not completely defended from kidnapping.
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5 Venezuela:
Venezuela is now deemed to be the most unsafe country in Latin America. Surely, the majority of middle and upper-class Venezuelans are the most kidnapped there, as well as the foreign visitors. Gangs also connect in virtual kidnapping, then they cut off your phone service or call a relative asking for money.
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4 India:
Indian kidnappings are not predominantly well-organized, and often done by the poor to earn money. Indian kidnappers are not willing to kill their victims. If you are there in India, indeed you are not mainly a target, but also take safety measures. And do not show off your iPod Shuffle, or any costly items.
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3 Pakistan:
Pakistani Parties are clashing with each other and the regulation of this country is shattered. The vital reason for the mount in kidnapping is the breakdown of law enforcement agencies to hunt down the kidnapped people that heartened criminals to kidnap people. Actually, kidnapping in Pakistan is a stable surge in danger in opposition to properties. Indeed, at average, five persons a day are kidnapped. About 2,054 kidnappings were said in 2012 that were not recovered.
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2 Nigeria:
There is a marvelous augmentation in kidnapping rate in Nigeria. Over 1,800 people are kidnapped every year.. Kidnapping in Nigeria does not just target the rich but also the poor and traders. The country is in a dire need to get a strict law enforcement to get rid of this crime.
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1 Iraq:
It is reported that kidnappings reach 1,700 kidnappings annually. The Crisis-management support company makes this country one of the most countries with the highest kidnappings. There are many threats and dangers in Iraq.
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