Part 25: Barbara Schwarz reveals shocking news!
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in Deggendorf, Germany and walked with him on a little wooden mountain
behind it, where we sat for hours on a little park bench hidden away
from the world.
Don't let your fantasy run wild. It was a very innocent love and we
were holding only hands and kissed each other. Marty knew always to
behave, he never went a step too far. I remember one day on which I
wanted to be especially pretty for him, so I put on a pound of
lipstick. He took a hankie out of his pocket and wiped my lipstick
off, before he kissed me. That was the last time I wore heavy loads of
lipstick to my date. He was so wonderful, exciting, but same time it
was very relaxing to be with him. After all I was through in my life
before, he was the one that made it up to me, despite he never had to.
He taught me a lot in those two weeks and nobody would have noticed
anymore that my school english-teacher never had shown up.
On day I came from work, run over the graveyard to threw myself in
Marty's arms, who was waiting for me smiling. Suddenly a shoot fell
and Marty broke down. It was evening but I saw blood all over his
shirt. I tried to help him up, but he could no more. I screamed and
cried for help as loud as I could. Marty did not tell me to run for
help or to run to get doctors. He was sad, because he felt dying, but
he was in face of death the same hero that he was in life. The last
words that he told me were that he loves me, then be became
unconscious. My entire world had crashed. I just had found the most
wonderful man in the world and now he was dying in my arms! I screamed
my heart out for help and suddenly two men ran towards us. One said he
would be a doctor and he had a medicine bag with him.
I briefly wondered where this doctor came from, because I had not
heard any ambulance, not even a car and there was no clinic around the
graveyard, but I thought I can think about this later, they just
should save Marty. The doctor examined Marty and told me that he is
dead. Martys hand indeed got colder and his breath was so flat that I
could not more see or feel it. I screamed so loud in pain over his
loss that the doctor and his friend apparently got scared that other
people would come to look what was going on there. Once again,
somebody pressed a linnen over my face with a strong chemical. I too
became unconscious.
The next what I remember is that we sat in a black car and drove to
Saint Hill Manor in East Grinstead, Sussex, England. Marty wasn't
dead. He sat in the car too. The German Nazi secret service had shot
im in Deggendorf with a narcotic cartridge and fake blood, but don't
even think for a second that it did not look and feel like a real
assassination. Marty went exactly through the process of being shot
and dying. The doctors apparently had hoped that I would choose one of
them to help me over the loss of Marty. In such a case they had
planned to return Marty to the UK with altered memories, to tell Ron
that I did not want to come to England or did not want to see him. But
I am sure that would have never worked, because Marty and Ron would
have figured out that set up. But the German secret service, dumb and
perverted as they are, had this plan. They could not kill Marty,
because he was the son of famous Jewish American family de Rothschild.
On German orders one of his brothers was already murdered before. If
the young man that was sent to Germany to rescue me from the still
existing Nazis would have been murdered, (after Ron had filed numerous
legal cases against the German government because they kidnapped and
abused me), the Germans would have ended up in hottest water. The CIA
had a standing order to protect my life and they feared that I would
kill myself after being informed that Marty was dead. They knew that
they could lose their lives not protecting mine, if they were found
coordinating with the Germans.
Another plan was worked out by the Germans. They returned us both the
the UK, but both with altered memories. One more the German secret
service had put us under hypnosis, while being unconscious and removed
with laser the last weeks from our memories. I came to England with
completely altered memories of my life in Germany.
Neither Marty nor I knew anymore that we wanted to get married. We had
no memory of it anymore that we were already so close. Also the ambush
on the graveyard was taken from our memory banks. I also had no
recollection of Rosemarie Bretschneider ("RB") anymore. In my new
memory, I was a foundling and a nice old woman raised me and other
orphans, my brother and my sister in Germany. I did not even know
anymore that I was really related to my siblings.
They had altered my memory so badly, because Ron had extensive
litigation pending against the Germans and I should not become Ron's
star witness against them. He was completely right with every case and
motion he filed against the perverted and inhumane German government
that were still Nazis.
My siblings were with me in the car that rolled before the manor. They
too had the same altered mind, no memory of RB anymore. They backed
the story that we were raised by a friendly old woman, that was glad
to let us go, because she got so old. The Germans provided us even
with fake papers saying that my siblings can be adopted, because they
knew that Ron would have adopted them, so that they can stay with me.
The German Nazi idea behind that all was getting RB wild and come
after us with the German government to blame Ron to be the kidnappers
of her children. However, I am sure that DNA tests would have anyway
revealed that Franky and Ulrike were not the children of RB, but the
biological children of Ron, despite that he never fathered them or
agreed to have his sperm used for any baby. And Germany knew this all
along.
The car stopped in front of the manor and I saw Ron the first time
again after more than a decade. The moment I saw him I knew that I am
home. It was as if we never were seperated. I hugged him and knew
right away that he is my real father and that I am a lot like him. He
turned out to be the best father and person in the universe. I showed
him my siblings, unfortunately also the wrong story of the old nice
German woman, and asked him my siblings can stay with me. Ron
answered: "Your family is my family, Sarah, of course they can stay."
He prepared to apply for the adoption.
I know however today, that he had serious reservations as to the story
of the old caring woman in Germany. He was sure that the German secret
service had altered our minds hereto. He planned to get me in session
to get my original mind and true back, as soon as I felt at home and
there was time for it.
We moved in the manor. My sister lived in the same room with me.
Marty's parents, Elizabeth and Claude Rathbun (De Rothschild) and his
siblings lived also there. I recall Phillip was there and a litte
sister, who's name was Olivia. There were absolutely lovely people and
Marty has all reasons to be proud of his fine fine family.
Mary Sue was nowhere around. Ron was not married to her and I am sure
he never met her in his life or knew that she even existed. Diana,
Suzette and Arthur also were not there. I am also certain that they
never met Ron in person and that he never knew of their existance.
Mary Sue must have been a fan of artifical insemination. However, I am
also sure that Diana, Suzette and Arthur are not the biological
children of Mary Sue. They must have exchanged them with Mary Sue's
real children. In order to make the children of Mary Sue look more
acceptable to the world being indeed Ron's children, they could not
use Mary Sue's real children, they had to find ovum of a woman that
was much better than her.
Read more in installment 25 and how Marty and I married nevertheless.
Barbara Schwarz, December 11, 2002