Part 21: Barbara Schwarz reveals shocking news!
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a little flat in Deggendorf/Germany with just two small rooms and a
kitchen. We children lived in one that had no heat. It was always cold
in there, but I preferred the cold over the other room in which RB was
bossing everybody around. I just could not stand it.
She had to check again in a hospital, but I was very glad that she
decided this time to not deliver us in a hospital, but instead in an
orphanage. The catholic nuns were terrible hostile. My little brother
was not even two years old and was seperated from my sister Ulrike and
I. Franky must have suffered awfully without us in this hostile
environment. In the eyes of the weird nuns, such a little boy was
considered "inappropriate" to live with the girls. (Yes, those are the
words of representatives of the catholic church, that are experts on
sexual abuse. Did I mention that Dr. Ahorn who abused me was also very
active in the catholic church?) It was a torture in the nuns-house as
well. Instead of being allowed to go to bed and sleep we had to sleep
sitting on wooden chairs! Once more we got headlies.
They cooked so badly that food did not more taste after food. It was
water with gelatin and bread crums in it, all unseasoned. It they
would have given us a raw potato to chew on, it would have been
tastier and healthier. When we came back from school, the nuns told us
that our little brother had run off. It happened again and again. They
were so nasty to that nice and friendly boy, that he run away. We
found him each time, but he had crossed several streets with heavy
traffic. I often think it was a miracle that he was not hit by a car.
He was just in school when his appendix bursted. RB brought him in the
hospital of city Deggendorf and went home after it. He did not get
medical help for a long time, they just put him in a bed to die. RB
should have been on his side, but as usually when she was needed she
was no way around, likely chasing after me for no reason at all. But
when we were fine, she said we would be not and forced her will on us
to make us "happier". There was a mayor in the same hospital room with
Franky, who finally complained that he can't stand it watch this boy
dying in his room. After that complaint, the "fine" doctors removed
his appendix. I don't know what the perverted doctors else did to him
in the hospital, but I am sure it was Nazi-abuse.
Our family was split in two parts. My brother and I sticked together
and my RB got Ulrike in her corner. She was very supressed by RB and
did all RB ordered to be loved by her. I did nothing what RB ordered.
I was the rebel. Franky became like me when he got older.
RB brought us up on a high fat, high sugar diet. I went to bed
dreaming about salad. She poured butter and sugar over everything, the
sandwiches, the porridge, in sauces, in beverages. She often did not
bother to make any gravy. She just melted a pound of butter and poured
it over the food. I had to be the adult in the family and I refused
often to eat her junk food. It was often a hard fight, but I learned
to battle with her till I got something better.
RB lived mostly from welfare. She was at home, but Ulrike did all the
work. It was my sister who did her homework and after that did nothing
else than serving RB, she was doing the laundry, she ironed, she
cleaned the kitchen, did the dishes, polished shoes, dusted, ect. RB
mainly just bossed around. She often screamed at me that I should work
like my sister in the household, but I did not, because I did not see
the need for RB to get another slave. RB was usually not after me to
make my homework. She rather wanted me to serve her.
Anti-Semitism is deep within the Germans. When we children were
playing, RB barged in the room hollering that we would be so
"misbehaved as the children in a Jewish school". After that my wish to
go to a Jewish school grew. I thought if they play in there so
wonderful games as my siblings and I, those Jewish schools must be a
dream. But there wasn't a Jewish school around. The Nazis had killed
all the Jews.
When RB saw that I was not suffering, she used to rail at me following
words: "Are you feeling to well, or what?" What kind of "mother" is
that which doesn't want her child feeling too well?
While I was growing up, the CIA and Ron's detectives were still
watching us. RB told me one day that a man was standing on the window
sill of our kitchen and took photos of the inside. I know that Ron
wrote me numerous letters, but that the German secret service made
sure none where delivered. I know one big reason why he recovered his
eye sight and why he learned to walk again: He wanted to help me.
I hated German schools. I was beaten in school by the teacher with a
hard stick, called "The Spaniard". They also gave me deliberately bad
grades to let me fail tests, that I did not fail, but they did this
also to my siblings. I had only a few english classes. After the
German secret service got how easy I learn this language, they told
the teacher to play sick, and she never returned and of course no
replacement was provided.
In seventh grade we should learn about the United States. In order to
prevent that I learn anything about the USA, they cancelled the entire
school year. But I learned about Russia and about Germany a lot, not
what they did against the Jews, that was pretty hushed up, but how
glad I am that I can live in that wonderful country.
Some of the teachers lied, that I would have not the IQ to even visit
the middle school(!) and RB believed them. In other words: The Germans
worked hard at it to deny higher education to me. I decided to get my
own education. I checked out twice a week as many books that I could
carry from the library and often read two books a day. RB hated it
often, because she wanted me rather to serve her instead of having my
nose in books. My siblings also read a lot, but I think I held the
records. Sometimes I did not even know anymore what to check out,
because I read already so many.
My class mates were run by the German Nazi secret service just like
the teachers. They carried microchip implants in their middle ears and
a case officer told them what do write and say in a test or
examination. That is why they did not fail, despite they were complete
idiots. They were sitting in class with stupid grin of their faces,
while the classes become a battle between the teacher and I. I asked
so many questions about the universe, science and religion, that
nobody could answer them anymore. I also wrote the most artful essays
in school, had to read them even to the class loud, but I was still
not qualified for higher education according to many of the teachers.
Today I am glad that I don't have any German university decree,
because Germany would claim that I got my sharp mind through their
education system. I witnessed first hand what primitive people those
"educated" Germans are. I really don't want to be like them.
RB changed her opinion about my IQ completely after I became a
Scientologist. She told me that if anybody would have the stuff to
become a doctor, it would be me. A doctor? Thanks a lot, I met to many
of those perverted animals.
Read in installment number 22 about the wonderful day when Marty came
to Deggendorf.
Barbara Schwarz, December 10, 2002