My name is Afina Filippova (born Boytsova; you can find me under this name on social media). I want to tell what happened to me end of October 2025.

I was forcibly deported from Germany to Estonia without warning, without any possibility to prepare, or even understand why this was happening.

In the middle of the night, the police came to my home.

When I began having a panic attack, they didn’t try to help they simply gave me tranquilizers, against my will.

My body stopped responding, my movements became heavy, as if I had been plunged into a thick, viscous sleep.

Half-conscious, in a state of shock, I was taken out of my home and driven straight to the airport. I was wearing the pajamas I had been about to sleep in, a jacket, summer sneakers, and the trousers the police put on me. At the airport, they brought me into a screening room and told me to undress completely for inspection. It was cold and frightening.

I wasn’t allowed to take anything with me, no belongings, no phone.

I had only 10 euros in my pocket, which later went toward a train ticket to go to the refugee center.

It was humiliating.

I didn’t feel like a human being more like an object that was simply being transported from point A to point B.

Before boarding, they gave me another pill, again without my consent.

I remember the flight only in fragments: white clouds outside the window, cold light, and the police officers sitting next to me.

I could barely speak. Inside, there was only emptiness.

After landing, I was taken to a detention facility in Estonia.

Since then, I have been trying to comprehend what happened, but the feeling of violence and helplessness does not leave me.

I am not sharing this to seek pity.

I want people to know. I want no one else to go through something like this.

While I was living in Germany, I was waiting for the government’s decision regarding assistance with obtaining a residence permit.

I worked officially, at the BeeOne tattoo studio.

In my free time, I painted it helped me recover and feel life again.

But everything changed.

I lost everything in a single moment.

I don’t understand why no one warned me, why I wasn’t given even a little time to gather my things, to say goodbye, to understand that my life was about to be turned upside down.

I had been undergoing therapy with a psychotherapist I trusted.

Now I will have to find a new specialist, tell the whole story again, open the most painful pages once more.

It is difficult. It is painful.

But I still believe that my voice matters.

And if someone hears this story and stops to think, then it wasn’t in vain that I decided to speak.

I’m Sebastien Vitali, the fiancé of Afina and will give her all the money we have raised to help her rebuild a new life after this shocking tragedy.

The money will serve mostly to pay lawyers fees!