Part 30: Barbara Schwarz reveals shocking news!
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because Rosemarie Bretschneider ("RB") was afraid of flying, or
because the bus was cheaper. I was 19 years old and she ordered me to
come along to be introduced to Mohammed Kermantschi, the Persian
businessman, according to RB a multimillionaire and the father of RB's
real child, the girl with the "Basedowsche" illness. As the German
still Nazi secret service and the German still Nazi government made
her believe that I am her daughter, she thought and still thinks that
he is my father. (I told RB several times that she is not my
biological mother and Kermantschi not my father, but German
mindcontrol and hypnosis is quite effective on most people, that is
why she did not want to confront this issue. She was afraid to face
the truth and rather lied to herself.)
It took us seven days to travel through Germany, Austria, the former
Jugoslavia, Bulgaria, Turkey and finally Iran. The people on the bus
were Germans, Turks, Iranians, Jugoslavs, Americans, Jews and some
looked and behaved as if they were not from this world at all. We had
also German smugglers on board. The nicest people on the bus were the
Americans and the Jews, sorry for the rest, but this is just the way
it was. I don't have time to turn this in a travel report, despite it
was a very adventurous journey, with lots of roadkill.
I jump right to when we arrived in Theran. Kermantschi was a member of
the rotary club and had an export/import business right in middle of
downtown Theran, on the Eisenhower Avenue. The Germans helped him of
course to keep his business on this big and impressive street so that
in case I ever should remember the name Eisenhower in relation to me,
I should wrongfully conclude that this is only because Kermantschi had
his business there. (As a footnote: Soon after I returned to Germany,
the Iranian royal family was made to flee the country and had to hide
in exile, Chomeini got the power and the Eisenhower Avenue was
re-named.)
The German secret service tipped Kermantschi that RB and I were on
route to Theran, and he cowardly flew to Paris. We did not meet him in
Theran. RB pushed me through the main entrance of the business
building and announced to everybody that I would be the daughter of
the Kermantschi. An English office manager and Kermantschi's father
showed us in a seperate room. Kermantschi's father did not look like
an Iranian at all. He was tall, had light skin, he was thin, he looked
more like an American Jew than an oriental, he held his forehead with
his hand all the time and said no word. Kermantschi on the other side
looked very oriental.
RB felt offended by the Englishman and left the building in anger and
pulled me with her. A young Iranian man came running after us and told
us he is Kermantschi's brother in law and we should not return but
should stay in Iran. However, we were running out of money, family
Kermantschi did not offer us any shelter or money, so we had to return
to Europe.
Many oriental men, including the bus driver were rather obstrusive and
I had my hands full with getting away from their advances. Of course,
RB bought a veil for me, but I never would have worn that thing.
RB met in Istanbul a somewhat handsome young Turkish student, a
muslim, not much older than I was and they started to have an affair.
She expected me to sit in the next room and wait till they were done
with lovemaking. RB and the student concealed before me that they had
an affair, but a friend of that student told me later that they indeed
had one. RB was such an unfit "mother". She was just unbelievable and
everything around her became humiliating and insane. Fact was that
this Turk had used RB just to get to me. After RB found that out, she
tried to sell me to this man. She drawed up papers that he should sign
that he should marry me. He signed them, but once again, I was left
out of any decision concerning my own life. I tried to run away that
day and wanted to leave Istanbul, but they caught me. This story also
shows how contradictory RB was and still is: She seperated me from
Marty, but would have married me short after to another young man,
despite she knew the Turk was not worth much. The Turk followed me
later to Germany, but by then I was convinced that he had an affair
with the guy, and I surely didn't want to have one of her ex-lovers.
Yuck. RB did not insist on the marriage anymore and I would have not
married him anyway.
Few weeks after we had returned to Germany, Mohammed Kermantschi
showed up at our home. He had quite some nerve comming by. He was a
rich man, for 19 years he did not do anything for his "daughter", but
had her live from welfare. He acted as he would have never done
anything wrong. I felt no connections whatsoever with this man. He was
was petite like a woman and RB rough and big boned like a man. I just
looked at them and knew that I have no similarities with those two
creatures.
I had the plan to move to Munich alone, because I was sick of that
little Bavarian town Deggendorf. Kermantschi however suggested that
all of us should move to Munich, which I hated, because it meant that
RB would further breath down directly in my neck.
But so it came. We moved from Deggendorf to Munich and I never
returned to Deggendorf, I just took the photos of the catholic
graveyard, on which Marty was shot, with me.
Kermantschi gave RB some money, but no cent to me. She rented an old
flat and wasted much of the money fixing property, five rooms, that
did not even belong to her. She also opened two "businesses", one
Jeans-store, in an area where mainly retired people lived, and she
never sold anything. The other business was an export-import project,
to help Kermantschi make more money in Europe, but he never explained
to her how to run it and he also did not refer her to customers. In
other words: Once again, she didn't knew what she was doing.
Kermantschi visited us in Munich several times. He was married in Iran
and has at least three children there, this didn't stop him to
re-kindle the affair with RB. He was twice in Mecca, which means that
every sin committed after that were ten times as significant. But this
did not made him a honest man. He knew exactly that I am L. Ron
Hubbard's daughter and President Eisenhower's granddaughter, but he
did not tell me, that I was kidnapped and exchanged with this real
child. He tried to let me believe that he is my real father , but he
asked me not to call him that, but rather "Uncle Mohammed". I was just
hoping that the bastard would go out of my life and leave me alone.
RB also tried to make him buy me a drugstore in Munich. He attention
was fixed on a little store in the Maistrasse. I didn't wanted any
drugstore. I hated working in them. As Kermantschi was greedy, esp.
with me, there was no risk that he would have bought me the store or
anything else, after all I was not his flesh and blood.
But the interesting thing about that store was that it was only half a
block away from the Munich org in the Lindwurmstrasse. If I would have
ended up in that store, my customers would have become mainly
Scientologists. It's a small world after all.
Read in sequel 31 how I found back to Scientology.
Barbara Schwarz, December 14, 2002