The Story.!



23.05.2018 I could not enter the online bank. 24.05.2018 I could not withdraw cash. i am payed fuel in front of him for 20 euros.

What supports my statements? why did i make this page? Since I left Hungary in December 2019 From December to April:

24- times. The police have checked my identity . Soldiers have checked my identity..!(Norway, Sweden,Danmark,Germany.Netherlands.)

1- times I have been taken by the police to the police station.

1- times I have had a full body search on the Swedish border and my vehicle was taken to a workshop for inspection.

1- times: My vehicle has been broken into.

1- Bmw car came to me in the back. Crash!

1- Times: Soldiers have checked my identity..!

1- times the rear windscreen was torn out while I was asleep (they said because I stole a light off their car)

1- Times : A dog was set on me.

I have had to get used to these. After I was robbed because since then such and similar insults have happened almost on a daily basis.









I traveled into danger!





I 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. I was not allowed to get on the plane to Canada. 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 . 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!








To be continued. Köln Germany

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. 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 had more a panic disorder but you do not dispute with a doctor if you want to live. 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! It was declared after four years of treatment for paranoia that I was schizophrenic! Thirty minutes conversation with the doctor! A couple of days later I was let out and I forced the door of the flat. I thought it was the end of my tribulations, but they were only just starting! Then I started working at Wb. I worked for two years, I traveled all over Europe. I didn’t go for psychological treatments and didn’t take any medicines! I did my work, I didn’t feel sick even though it was hard work.











Reykjavik – London 2018 Destination is Canada! 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 killed 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”, it only became more overwhelming but it would not stop all along the way, my calm started to come back. It took one month. 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 and here also some people started to accompany me, say offending things to me and so on, which sustained my paranoid state. 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. This deteriorated my psychiatric state even more, which brought me to the border of utter exhaustion and insanity. After I bought a phone charger 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 couldn’t get a good asleep there either, maximum for 30 or 40 minutes. I started to hallucinate and become terrified, I took some medication but it did not really help, 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. Since then I have learnt that there was a Polish driver and also the driver of the W ..... English fleet. I was really scared, I don’t 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 lied a bit but they knew what I wanted to say and show (I will write about it later), they said drug, laughed at me and said that I was nuts. That’s when I became aware that there was a policeman among my enemies, later in Cologne I even met him. I walked on, and became more and more terrified without any real reason. Then two women were coming along with a kid lagging behind them. The women walked past me and the kid started to run towards me, then he ran past me. When he got to his parents, they asked him in: ”you bought the drug from the man? ” That was the last straw, it threw me into such a blind panic that it is impossible to describe. I wasn’t in my right mind, my brain was spinning, what shall I do? I called Brother I told him silly things and asked him to help! He couldn’t and didn’t want to. I walked on, all kinds of thoughts raced through my mind, what should I do, what if these people report me to the police for selling drugs? Of course, I don’t sell drugs, but in such a state you would even believe that you are up in the space dancing with UFOs. So I was petrified. I had been cudgelling my brain for some time, then I decided that even prison was safer than this situation. A police car came, I stopped it. The police woman said “I know what you want to say, Drug, fool”. As I was panicky, they were not too helpful, so I opened the back door and jumped into the seat! Now it was their turn to be astonished, and not just a little bit. They started to inquire by radio what they should do. I understood on the other side of the radio a man asked her why he let me get in. The woman said she did not let me, which was true! They said a man would be sent, well, not exactly this but this was the essence. After a little while a man came on a bicycle, I also met him later (it seemed as if I knew him from somewhere), he gave the woman a McDonalds cup with some liquid in it. The woman took it and like someone getting her drug, dipped her finger in it and tasted it, then as drug addicts do in films, she smeared her gum above her upper teeth with coffee…. Well, this enhanced my “good” state of mind! I didn’t get out of the car in spite of this, I clung to the seat. The action did not bring the expected result, they expected me to escape ... No, nothing would have been farther from me! I was scared but I knew if I left then, only something worse could come! I hadn’t done anything! I had never taken any drugs and I had nothing to fear from the cops…nor from the police. in theory…!? I was taken somewhere, supposedly the police station, but I never know 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 didn’t 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? Shall I say in a situation that is obviously not too lucky for me, that what happened was that a kid pretended to buy drug from me… to a policewoman and an interpreter who are there not by chance. So I decided what to do. I said I didn’t want to speak, let them put me behind bars, I demand a protected status. They asked me why I asked for it, is my life in danger…? I said, yes it is! I was asked to prove it. I said I had a laptop with me and there was evidence on it. They told me to show it to them. I said not here and not now! They said goodbye then! I said I don’t dare to go out, I am scared, they asked me of what? I said I didn’t 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. It didn’t help! I said I would give them my laptop, but they said they didn’t need it anymore! As I was going out, the plainclothes man said, “what’s happening here is nothing compared to what would happen at home!” He proved to be right with the modification that not at home but in Europe someone managed to reach me. Probably the reason is that four policemen in England are involved in the case. I will write later why. No question, the police would punish those who do anything against them but it would give them worries if it turned out that they have to look for the criminals among themselves. As I said my life was not too calm in Europe either! I came out of the police station, and felt really low. I didn’t know what to do, but fate wanted the evil plan to fail. What happened was that while I was going in one direction, which direction, I was not aware of, I just didn’t care. Cars were coming, the drivers tried to frighten me, people made remarks, but I just walked on. I got to a bus stop, where, if I remember well, three people were talking, they looked at me suspiciously, they pretended to be drunk. They were talking loudly and looked at me from time to time. Since then I have seen one of them. This in itself made it worth getting back to truck driving. I avoided them and started out on a side road. 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 didn’t 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 feeling horrible. It was like someone drinking, doing drugs, taking medication for ten days and then having. What I didn’t understand was that I had a nappy on and blood was flowing from my genitals! That was a real riddle. What happened after I passed out? I wasn’t able to do much, so I can’t have committed any crime, that’s sure..! What was done to me? During the night I got out of bed, I had the urge to go to the loo. There was a guard or something beside me. He asked, or rather said and showed that I was not trying to escape, I said no, I wasn’t. In the morning I woke up at another place. 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 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 I would rather make small losses several times. I have never been on drugs! To be continued. akos0814@gmail.com

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