The police, paramedics, didn't know what was wrong! They have seen him behaving strangely! Sorry!
In 2018 I felt like leaving Hungary, I wanted to travel to Canada. I bought the air ticket for
Budapest – Reykjavik – Toronto. I would have flown to Canada with a transfer in Iceland.
Unfortunately I already had problems in Iceland. Two Hungarians arrived, of whom I knew
one personally and the other just by hearsay. There were some other people who I have seen
since then, they were probably together. Here a psychological warfare started! What happened
? They did not let me sleep, stole some small things from me, for example a phone charger
and some clothes. You can live without these, but you start to become suspicious, you start to
be scared what else is awaiting you. I spent several days at the airport because I could not
move into the accommodation I had booked, so I stayed at the airport.
I got into such a state of mind that by the time check-in came, my hands and legs were
shaking. Behind me were the two, who must have known what mental state I was in, and they
found pleasure in it, they poured, sprinkled me around the waistline with warm water. At that
time I did not know that it was water, I thought it was some chemical, and I would be I die.
there before boarding the plane. That made me panic even more, I would have preferred to
run away. The girl asked her partner what would happen if I managed to get on the plane...
Her partner said I would not manage! He proved to be true. Now, let’s return to the story. I
was not allowed to get on the plane to Canada, and because of that and the harassments I had
been exposed to, I started panicking, and on the way back, thanks to my “benefactors”, I bought an air ticket to London and planned
the rest of the journey back home by coach. I was able to get on the London flight but because
my ear plugs had also been stolen and I was sitting over the engines, so the noise intensified
my already existing panic. It can only be understood by those who have been in a similar
situation or who is a specialist . We finally arrived in London at Luton airport. As renovation was going on there I did not really have the opportunity to sit down and relax. I had been away from home for a week by then, and I had not had too much sleep. I started to look for where I could go to sleep. What seemed like a good idea then was going to Heathrow Airport, as it was a bigger space and warm and maybe I could sleep a wee bit. I couldnot get a good asleep there either, maximum for 30 or 40 minutes. I started panicking and become terrified.I badly needed sleeping.I made up my mind to go and look for Flixbus. I went out to the bus stop but I took the wrong bus, and when I realised it, I quickly got off and set out on foot towards the centre of London. As I was walking I saw that more and more people started to walk up and down around me.I do not really know of what! I reached a petrol station. A police car was there, I walked up to it but as I do not speak English I told him silly things and asked him to help! I walked on, all kinds of thoughts raced through my mind, what should I do? A police car came, I stopped it. As I was panicky, they were not too helpful, so I opened the back door and jumped into the seat! I had not done anything! I had never taken any drugs and I had nothing to fear from the cops. In theory! I was taken somewhere, supposedly the police station, but I will never learn it. There was a woman with two kids in the room, and how lucky I was, she happened to be a Hungarian interpreter! There they started my interrogation but at least they did not try to pretend that anybody would be interested in my misery apart from me. I have experienced this since then several times. They asked me why I wanted to speak to them. How can I react to that? I said I do not dare to go out, I am scared, they asked me of what? I said I did not know! I started to make a scene, talked a load of crap, I asked them to take me for a blood test or anywhere else, just not to leave me alone. They said goodbye then! I did not know what to do. I came out of the police station. I was going in one direction, which direction, I was not aware of, I did not care. Cars were coming, the drivers tried to frighten me People shouting. I remember going over a bridge, the people from the bus stop were following me. I kept on for some metres, then all I remember is that my strength failed me and I freely fell flat on the ground! The next picture was that I opened my eyes and did not know where I was, which was understandable, I just kept looking and looking, it felt like being in a box. It turned out, no, not in a box, just in a hospital!I was in diapers
My genitals were bleeding.
A doctor came and asked me how I was feeling, what could I answer.. Fine, I said. Obviously,
I was not feeling well at all, just the opposite. I felt numb, I was hardly alive. Two men came,
they were Afro-Americans. They showed me some kind of ID but it might as well have been a
library membership card. They asked me if I spoke English, I said no. One of them indicated
by putting his forefinger to his mouth that I should not speak, then he made an unmistakable
gesture with his finger at his throat that he would cut my throat! They left and I think I fell
asleep. Then a nurse came and brought some clothes. She told me to go with her. We went
into the lavatory and she gestured to me to take off my clothes and she would replace them. I
showed that I need to go to the toilet, she told me do it. I sat down on the toilet seat,
somebody came and knocked, then tried to open the door but it was locked. She was banging
on the door, I opened it and she started screaming! I didn’t understand what was happening. I
changed into the new clothes and lay back in the bed.
It was in the afternoon when a guard
came and said that I had to leave, now! I didn’t understand, he said others needed the place.
The doctor said I had to stay at least until the next day. They took me to another room, gave
me back my clothes, I changed, they accompanied me to the door, showed me where the bus
I did not receive my backpack (laptop, HDD, mobile phone, clothes, etc.).
stop was, and gave me a bag with food. I somehow managed to get to the train or metro, and
caught it to get to the coach. I bought a ticket for the coach. It was due to go to Brussels. I
only bought a short-distance ticket because I bought a ticket to Germany but the coach didn’t
come and the cashier laughed at me. I met Serbians and Hungarians from Vojvodina several
times,1700 euros nobody would come to Iceland or
Norway to torment me. All sort of jobs have found me but I haven’t been able to find a job by
myself for a long time! So if I had a workplace problem it wasn’t by accident.
Better safe than sorry, I would rather make small losses several times.
I arrived in Köln, nothing special happened, I still could not sleep. In Cologne I got to the railway station, there obviously I did not sleep, a group of young people came who were playing tag all night... I drank a coffee at McDonald's. A lot of sugar was put in it! This was especially good as I have diabetes! I had not slept for several days and the coffee with sugar helped me reach good well-being. My phone was not working, I was on the point of fainting! I wanted to go into the shower room but the owner did not let me in! It would probably have solved my problems only for minutes. As for my appearance, as I wallowed on the ground in London.In hospital I only washed body but could not change my clothes as they were stolen mine is a bag. My hair was not shaggy just because I was bald. My trousers were pants in blood! I was not bleeding any more but I passed blood in my urine and the pants were the same. Then I spoke to a man on the phone. So I was in my train station where I almost fainted! As there were no seats free I sat down on the ground. That is when the security guards came and told me to stand up! I stood up but had no strength so I often had to sit down, and the security guards came again! The point is I almost fainted and panicked, that is when I went up to the policemen. I told them that I was very scared and asked for help. I was panicking! It was like a film shooting, there were a lot of policemen, they were marching maybe it was really a film. I fainted! I often had to sit down, and the security guards came again!So I was scared, I knew that I shouldn’t escape or hide, because it is safe here, so is the neighborhood. I went to the river bank, I wanted to wash myself. The water was so cold that when I put my hand in, it was hurting. I saw that under the bridge the pillar was big and what’s more protected from the wind. I went up to the bridge and there was a gap as big as allowed me to climb down to the pillar. Before I could survey the place, came a fire-fighting boat, and then the police. They helped me up the bridge, then took me to an ambulance. I wanted to leave, the policeman didn’t touch me but always stood in front of me! In football terms you would call it a give and go. I wasn’t in a state to protest. I was taken to a secure ward, and I wasn’t let out for four days, my roommate threatened me from time to time, he wanted to take away my phone. Not that he needed it, just for the sake that I wouldn’t have it. I was let out because my photo was put on Facebook and that they were looking for me. I stayed at Cologne airport for some days, I bought a sleeping bag and slept on a bench. I didn’t want to go home because it was no question that all this happened because of Hungarians (since then I have learnt because of whom). My fear was founded! I went home and because my keys had also been stolen, I couldn’t get into the flat. I didn’t have too much money, so I went to the hospital. I had been treated there for four years before because the doctor thought I was paranoid. I went in and I was put in a secure ward. I didn’t understand! The judge and lawyer said it was justified! I went to the hospital voluntarily, I was exhausted, but I knew what I was doing!