Part 8: Barbara Schwarz reveals more shocking news!
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in a Lubeck prison cell. I could not find sleep because the wardens
had a green light shining on me all night. Despite that the judge had
promised that I can talk to an attorney after the hearing, I was
further denied to talk to any attorney or anybody else.
Next morning they sat me on a train to Munich. I was accompanied by
several female prison wardens and constantly changing policemen. When
one left the train, another one joined. I told each one of them about
the unfair treatment and that I am not allowed to talk to an attorney.
Everyone of the policemen knew that my rights were violated
outrageously, but not one uttered that this would be not right and
that they will report it. A train from Lubeck to Munich takes
approximately nine hours. The women handcuffed my hands on the back
and deliberately too tight, that I had extreme pains during the long
trip. I had to sit in one straight position all nine hours, because
when I leaned back, my hands and wrists were hurting even more. I
asked the wardens to re-adjust the cuffs, because too tight. They did
not, but loughed in my face. One of the female wardens, the biggest
one with approximately 230 pounds, slammed the back of her hand in my
face on which she carried a big pointy ring. Everything around me got
dark and my ears were ringing. In addition to the painful wrists and
hands, I had a bloody nose and a burning face. Lovely country, isn't
it?
I got nothing to eat during the nine hours not even a sip of water,
but the wardens surely ate like pigs.
We arrived in Munich. When they opened the handcuffs, my hands were
two swollen red ballons. I was put in two different prisons, first in
a prison in Stadelheim, then transferred to Aschheim. Both prisons
were filthy. One female prisoner in Stadelheim told that District
Attorneys are not so bad, as long you go to take walks with them and
are nice to them. It was just unbelievable.
I was still not allowed to call any lawyer or anybody else. Because I
continued to complain about the outrageous handling and the abuse, I
was stuffed in isolation in Aschheim.
Next day, I was taken to see psychiatrists. And guess you run up and
down in those halls enjoying the attentions of everyone? Rosemarie
Bretschneider! I had strong urges to ring her neck there for
everything she put me through, just because he is so unnaturally fixed
to have me live with her and nobody else.
I got the suspicion that Rosemarie suffers under what is defined
somehow as the Munchhausen disease. This is for example a "mother",
that makes her "child" sick or declares her child as sick, just to get
attention. She really enjoyed it that every of those similar crazy
psychiatrists took her seriously and worked out a plan to get me in a
mental health institution. They brought me to a psych who had one eye
of glass, the other one was his real eye. The strange thing was that
with the glass eye he confronted me, but with the real eye he avoided
to look at me. It was really odd, because I did not know what to look
at. I was angry. I complained about the treatment and the denial of my
rights and that I am still was not allowed to talk to any attorney.
The pyschiatrist decided that my complaints are a mental sickness.
(Come on, folks, even if some of you hate my guts, but would you not
be outraged if this kind of justice would happen to you?)
Another psychiatrist came out of his office and asked me only one
question: "Is your father an Iranian?" I replied, he isn't. That was
enough for this guy to declare me insane.
Rosemarie Bretschneider claims that my father is a rich Persian
business man from Iran, Mohammed Kermantschi, a moslem. I met him when
I was 19 years old, the first time. He never gave a damn and he never
behaved like a father. He told me he rather would have me call him an
uncle. When I became a Scientologist, Rosemarie contacted this man,
wanted to become his other wife and wanted him to kidnap me to Iran,
to keep me under a veil and away from Scientology. She would have sold
me to Bin Laden in a heartbeat if she would have known his address.
She pressured Kermantschi so badly with the kidnapping me that he got
a heart attack. He had to be hospitalized. He did not die, but I never
heard back from this "father". The Germans set this middle eastern man
up to be my father, just as they secretly run Al Queda.
I was stuffed back in a prisoner transportation car. It was like
standing in a tight closet, there were no handles anywhere and during
the crazy and fast ride, my body was bounching from one part of the
closet in the other one. It was painful and dangerous.
I had asked one of the primitive Bavarian beerbelly policeman that he
shall tell me where they take me. He loughed in my face and hollered:
"To America!"
Read in part 9, where I landed. It just got worse and worse. Once,
again, I hate the completely lawless Germany with all my heart. I
don't even want to be burried over there.
Barbara Schwarz, Nov. 30, 2002