Estonia…State of Terror

All it takes for evil to thrive is for good people to do nothing…but really…where are you going to actually find a GOOD person. I finally give up my quixotic quest for justice.

Posted on May 20, 2013. Filed under: Estonia...State of Terror |

jane.vali@kohus.ee

Viru Maakohus

Kooli 2a

41598 Johvi

 

Markus Heinrich Rehbach

36810200044

Puru Tee 37-30, Ahtme linnaosa, Kohtla-Jarve linn, Ida-Viru

 

I am forced to withdraw my appeal of decision number 2440, 13, 002030 of 27.04.2013

 

I request that if possible the appeal be postponed until 2014.

 

This is due to various personal, health, and financial reasons which would make it impossible for me to arrange an effective appeal or investigation, and which will most likely make it necessary for me to leave Estonia for at least several months.

 

Please note that I paid the 120 Euro, that the decision number 2440, 13, 002030 of 27.04.2013 demanded, on 15.05.13

 

I was told that if I didn’t pay the 120 Euro I would end up having to pay even more.

 

I sought to arrange a private session with a judge, however this was denied me. The public prosecutor said it was not their job to help me in these matters either.

 

The legal center was closed, and so I was unable to get any legal advice. It is only open one day a week, the next day being 22.04.13.

 

My payment of that fine in no way indicates my agreement with it.

 

However it appears that it will be impossible for me to pursue my legal rights without a lawyer. Like most Estonians residents, this means that the appeal is out of my reach.

 

My experience with the police and the system here over the last 2 years, which you can read in detail on my wordpress bloggs, makes it clear to me that it would be unwise of me, not at all in my interests, and unlikely to achieve any public benefit, to seek any further investigations.

 

Therefore I will just accept my bad luck and try to move on. This whole business of the last 2 years has cost me too much already in nerves, stress, health, money, and things that go much deeper. I can not afford, emotionally or financially, to keep fighting a battle I see no way of winning.

 

I hope you will do me one favor. I will ask you to please have someone once more contact the police on my behalf, to confirm that there are no other outstanding fines or matters that I should know about, and then confirm this in writing to me.

 

I emailed Tatjana Saulitz many times, requesting information about the charges, my appeal, my court date, and so on, but she made no reply. She knows I am too terrified to go to the police station to ask personally. Surely she should have mentioned the fines, and the deadline for making an appeal? And I had clearly asked to be present at any hearing, and to be assigned a court assigned legal representative at that hearing, when the translator asked me if I did, in prison. She ticked the boxes when I said yes, and I signed the document and wrote a two page statement refuting the charges and calling for an investigation. For some reason the police present actually filmed me do these things with a video camera in the prison cell. I only found out by chance that the police had already decided without my knowledge. when a court employee contacted the police for me, and got the police to send a fax.

 

Please confirm that there are no other matters that I should be aware of, or need to deal with, no other charges or fines that I have not been told about, that I should pay.

 

I want to make sure that there is no reason why I would be denied an extension of my residents permit in November. No surprises from debt collectors. No surprises from police. No repeats of past experiences here. No reason for George Soros to decide not to set up a foundation in Estonia.

 

Thankyou for your consideration in these matters.

 

I am sure that if I had the chance to explain and demonstrate everything in detail to you, in your own language, that you would be shocked, and on my side.

 

I thank everyone who did act in good faith and with good will towards me. I appreciate your efforts. It it is sad that we do not all speak one universal language yet. It is sad that we do not have 24 hour surveillance cameras everywhere so no-one can make up stories, or deny the truth about events. It would have saved me this ordeal. And it would make your job so much easier : )

 

But what if I DID in fact have an audio-video recording of everything that has happened in my flat and outside my front door? Everything that I describe in my bloggs : )

 

And would you arrange for everyone involved in my 2 year long ordeal to be hooked up to polygraphs i.e lie detectors? I would submit immediately. Would the others? Maybe we can arrange a television show?

 

All the Best

 

Sincerely

 

Markus Rehbach

 

20.05. 2013

 

 

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PERSONAL LETTER AND CHALLENGE TO THE ESTONIAN MINISTER OF JUSTICE

Posted on May 17, 2013. Filed under: Estonia...State of Terror |

THIS EMAIL IS FOR YOU, AS MINISTER OF JUSTICE. IT IS FOR THE JUSTICE MIINSTRY, AND NOT FOR THE POLICE.
 
I CONTACTED YOU HOPING FOR INDEPENDANT AND RELIABLE ASSISTANCE IN THIS MATTER.
 
INSTEAD YOU PASS ON MY EMAILS TO THE POLICE, AND ONLY MAKE MATTERS WORSE FOR ME, ADDING AN ADDITIONAL 80 EURO FINE TO THE EXISTING 40 EURO FINE.
 
SO PLEASE, EVERYONE, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.
 
I HAVE BEEN FORCED TO LEAVE MY HOME. I HAVE BEEN TORTURED WITH HANDCUFFS. I HAVE BEEN ASSAULTED BY POLICE. I HAVE BEEN IMPRISONED FOR 48 HOURS. ALL BECAUSE I TRIED TO GET THE POLICE TO STOP MY NEIGHBOUR FROM ASSAULTING AND HARRASSING ME. ON TOP OF THIS I HAVE BEEN FORCED TO PAY 120 EURO. AND IF I WANT TO APPEAL I WOULD BE FORCED TO PAY A LAWYER. ALL FORMS OF VIOLENCE.
 
UNLESS I CAN GET SOMEONE TO HELP ME PROVE ALL MY CLAIMS, WITH THE SIMPLE AVAILABLE EVIDENCE, I WILL HAVE TO JUST ACCEPT EVERYTHING THAT HAS BEEN DONE TO ME.
 
WHETHER THE GERMAN GOVERNMENT OR EUROPEAN COURTS CAN HELP ME REMAINS TO BE SEEN.
 
BUT I WILL NOT BE STUPID ENOUGH TO RISK FURTHER TROUBLE WITH THE POLICE BY PURSUING THIS MATTER INSIDE ESTONIA. THEY HAVE MADE THEIR ATTITUDE QUITE CLEAR ENOUGH. I WILL NOT RISK IT. JUST TOO DANGEROUS AND EXPENSIVE. 2+2 EQUALS WHATEVER YOU SAY IT EQUALS.
 
BUT THE TRUTH IS THAT I HAVE BEEN THE VICTIM OF FAINA, HER BOYFRIEND, THE POLICE, AND THE SYSTEM. IF ANYONE IS INTERESTED, THIS IS THE TRUTH. I CAN ONLY STATE IT. I HAVE NO POWER TO PROVE IT IN ESTONIA. I HAVE NO WAY TO HAVE IT VALIDATED IN ESTONIA. ANY ATTEMPT TO DO SO WOULD BE MASOCHISTIC ON MY PART. FROM WHAT I HAVE READ, MANY ESTONIANS AGREE WITH ME. FEW PEOPLE HERE CAN AFFORD TO EVEN TRY TO SEEK JUSTICE. AND FOR SOME REASON THE GOVERNMENT ACCEPTS THIS SAD FACT.
 
MY CLOSING COMMENT TO YOU WOULD BE THAT UNLESS YOU SOCIALISE THE LEGAL INDUSTRY, VERY FEW ESTONIANS WILL EVER BE ABLE TO APPEAL ANY POLICE DECISIONS, AND SO THE POLICE WILL RIGHTLY FEEL UNACCOUNTABLE BY THIS FACT. IF IT COSTS MORE TO APPEAL THAN TO PAY A FINE, PEOPLE WILL PAY THE FINE. IF THE POLICE CAN IMPRISON YOU FOR 48 HOURS ON THE SLIGHTEST OF PRETEXTS, THEN WHO ON EARTH WILL EVER DARE CHALLENGE ANYTHING THEY DO?
 
AND WHO IS GOING TO APPEAR IN COURT AS A WITNESS AGAINST THE POLICE UNDER SUCH  CIRCUMSTANCES?
 
YOU CAN LET THE POLICE KNOW THAT I HAVE LEARNED MY LESSON. I WILL NOT BE PURSUING JUSTICE. EVEN I HAVE TO BE PRACTICAL SOMETIMES, AND THINK OF MY OWN HEALTH AND WELFARE, RATHER THAN FIGHT FOR PRINCIPLES WHICH AFFECT EVERYONE. IF NO-ONE ELSE WILL HELP ME I HAVE TO ACCEPT THAT THIS IS LIFE IN ESTONIA. AND JUST TRY WARN OTHERS ABOUT THE SITUATION.
 
THE COLONEL OF POLICE IN TALLINN TOLD ME THAT HE LOOKED AT MY FILES, AND AGREES WITH THE TRANSLATIONS OF MY COMPLAINTS. I CHALLENGE YOU PERSONALLY TO TAKE A LOOK AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. I CHALLENGE YOU TO CONTACT MY WITNESSES, AND FIND OUT WHAT THE POLICE DID OR DID NOT ASK THEM, AND WHAT THEY REPLIED. I CHALLENGE YOU TO LOOK AT 18 MONTHS OF COMPLAINTS, INCLUDING ASSAULTS, ABUSE, AND CONSTANT DISTURBANCES OF THE PEACE ON THE PART OF FAINA AND HER FRIENDS, AND THEN TO VERIFY MY COMPLAINTS WITH MY WITNESSES.
 
IF YOU ARE NOT WILLING TO DO THIS, THEN THERE IS NOTHING MORE TO SAY.
 
 
I ONLY WISH THE PEOPLE OF ESTONIA, AND ANYONE WHO HAPPENS TO COME HERE, THE BEST OF LUCK UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCES.
 
SINCERELY
 
MARKUS REHBACH
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2+2 equals 120 Euro…Estonia State of Terror

Posted on May 15, 2013. Filed under: Estonia...State of Terror |

How obvious does it have to be before anyone admits the obvious. Police make up a 40 euro misdemeanor charge. They torture me. They lock me up in a dungeon for 3 hours. In the ‘interview room’ I ask to write a statement saying I refute the charges, and I am put in prison for the remainder of 48 hours. In prison I am showed the 40 euro misdemeanour charge sheet again. This time I am allowed to write a statement, and with a translators help, state that I want them to tick the boxes stating that I wish to appeal the charges, and appear personally in court. They write up a different charge sheet stating I did NOT want to appeal the charges or appear in court. Then when I try to have them investigated they make up a NEW charge, which they have NOT mentioned to anyone in ANY of the investigations that have been made, and in ANY of the correspondence sent to me. How obvious does it have to be. They make things up as they go along. You complain and they add new fines. And no-one notices this? No-one cares? Clearly a ‘punishment’ for trying to get an investigation, and a warning to give up? What comes next if I keep trying to get justice???

 

Hamlet lists all the ills of this world that make being dead a positive alternative. ‘The insolence of office’ is among them.

 

Seems that no matter how far we think we have progressed as a ‘society’, bad old human nature just keeps rearing its ugly head. Dumb and ugly.

 

I look around at all the dumb and ugly buildings and broken pavements. Compare this to a similar community is Eastern Germany. Why is it so dumb and ugly after 15 years of ‘freedom’. Expensive cars parked outside rotting concrete buildings. Priorities! But I can understand people not wanting to invest in things you cannot just pack up and take with you in a hurry, when you are forced to leave.

 

The Russians came here, unwelcomed, and told everyone what to do. If you didn’t do it they terrorised you. If you didn’t bow to them they tortured you, locked you up. If you still didn’t bow, they transported you to Siberia. The ‘Russians’ here told me to go. They terrorised me. They tortured me. They locked me up.

 

Now they have ‘fined’ me my complete living costs for 2 weeks. After torturing me. After imprisoning me for 48 hours. After wasting so much of my time and energy and willpower.

 

6 weeks ago everyone at the court building, including people in the public prosecutors office and court, expressed shock when I told them my story. Disbelief. Yesterday they are saying ‘yes, of course the police can lock you up for 48 hours on the smallest of misdemeanour charges, as long as there is some charge. The tiniest supposed infringement, such as making some noise. Anything they care to consruct. Any sort of meaningless charge. And then and there they can handcuff you, and imprison you, without you having any rights except to have one person informed of this, and the right to call a YOUR lawyer, whose phone number you have memorised. And even then they will just lock you up. The lawyer will not be able to stop this. And all for some slight, meaningless, trivial excuse they made.

 

And then they do can change paperwork, so that where you said you definitely didn’t accept the charges, and wish to go to court, and have a legal aid representative, they simply write up another form and sign it. They claim YOU wouldn’t sign it, to explain why YOUR signature does not appear on the fake new one they wrote up. On this fake one you do NOT wish to appeal.

 

You ask them again and again for the date your appeal is to be heard in court. If you fail to attend they can come and lock you up again. So you are motivated to find out.

 

However they don’t tell you anything. In fact they are using their new fake report to ‘decide’ themselves, without any court hearing. And they decide to add another charge to the original 40 euro fine misdemeanor. In the last 6 weeks they have told different ‘investigators’ different stories about what it is they are claiming I did. And only now, after 6 weeks, do I see a NEW charge. One for an additional 80 euro, which one person says is for insulting police officers, and another says is for failing to follow police orders.

 

The order to ‘Go home Yankee’? The order to agree that Faina is a really nice person and I am evil? The order to agree that I deserve to be tortured, and have no right to call out to a passing friend to get them to witness what is happening, and maybe translate for me?

 

Now apparently in Estonia is IS quite normal for police to put you in prison in this manner, on the very slightest of pretexts / excuses. Be warned. I find it hard to believe. I cannot believe that the European Union could tolerate this sort of law.

 

Next the issue that the police made their decision without informing me. They apparently have no need to inform you. Apparently you are supposed to keep going to the police station every day to ask what they are doing with regard to your case. For I only found out by accident, when I asked someone at the court to check the computers again, and they called the police and got some papers send to their office.

 

According to which the police had ‘decided’ weeks ago to fine me, adding that nasty 80 euro fine to the original one, even though I had already spent 48 in prison. And the thing is, I would never have known I had only 2 days left to appeal, or pay the fine. If I failed to pay the fine they will send the ‘debt’ to a private debt collection agency which would freeze my bank accounts and simply take whatever money they wanted i.e the original fines plus their own fees, commissions, interest etc, which certainly, from a brief visit to a ‘justice ministry’ webpage, would have quickly more than doubled the fines.

 

Fines for not agreeing with police that Faina is not the world’s most delightful person. Fines for not accepting torture.

 

And so I ask at the public prosecutors office, and court, what I can do. They each send me back and forth to the other. Finally one insists that the court is responsible for taking my statement that I wish to appeal. Finally they tell me to take a seat and write a note to that effect.

 

But they all want me to see a lawyer. And here is the point. What sort of legal system can claim to be in the interests of the people, if the people cannot possibly deal with it without expensive middle-men?

 

It is one thing to be fined two weeks living expenses for nothing, after having already served 48 in solitary. For nothing.

 

They then basically coerce you into accepting their ‘decision’ by making it impossible to appeal without an expensive lawyer. You have to pay more than the fine to a lawyer to get them to fight the fine. So you cannot win. It is just another form of violence. A fine on a fine. You agree with police about everything, that 2+2=whatever they want it to, or they lock you up. Then they fine you. They don’t tell you you have been fined. You only find out when your bank accounts have been frozen by a debt collection agency, or they have appeared at your house with a bailiff, and are taking anything of value they can sell off cheaply to cover the fine plus fees.

 

So basically this is a continuation of the harassment, violence, and intimidation. The terrorisation. You cannot know what they will do next. Any time you try to get someone to investigate, they do a lame job of it, merely asking superficial questions and accepting any superficial responses, no matter that each time the police give a different response. No matter that each time the police change some part of their story, and paperwork.

 

No need to explain why your signature or statement is not attached to their NEW charge sheet. They simply say you didn’t write a statement and refused to sign it. So they can keep writing new documents as they need to cover themselves. Not that any real investigation every occurred.

 

As far as I know the people I listed as witnesses have never been given a chance to give their statements. Statements which contradict what they police have said. Of course they would have given Faina every chance to vent her malice, and continue her persecution of me.

 

This is all comes on the tail of around 18 months of police victimisation, bias, prejudice, fraud, failure to follow up on my complaints, and basic terrorisation. All criminal as far as I can see. For police have a certain job to do. Not doing it is a criminal act. An act of omission. They began with acts of omission, and worked their way up to actually committing acts of criminality. Falsifying my statements. Not allowing me to make statements. Apparently it is NOT criminal just to lock someone up for 48 hours on some trumped up trivial misdemeanor charge. Like not doing what Faina says all the time, and ‘disturbing her peace as ruling monarch at 5-11 Pargitaguse’. Like not agreeing with police that she is a lovely woman with only everyone’s best interests at heart. Like not agreeing with police that they are supposed to treat all residents equally.

 

So beware. You can easily be locked up in Estonia for 48 hours if the police decide they want to. The excuse they give will mean nothing. It can be so trivial that you won’t believe it. And it will be legal.

 

So I cannot complain about that, here in Estonia. That is the law. The law of the terror state.

 

But even Estonia has laws about falsifying evidence, falsifying documentation, prejudicial treatment, and maybe even torture. Who knows. It IS possible. One can only dream right?

 

So the only way to get anywhere is to have someone investigate the last 18 months, allowing me access to all files concerning me, so I can direct the investigators attention to the significant things. Otherwise they would never get anywhere. Just ask ‘did you do a bad thing’ and get the answer from police ‘no, we did nothing wrong’.

 

I felt like I had walked into alternate universes back at the court building. 6 weeks ago everyone was shocked that I had been locked up for a misdemeanor. Yesterday everyone acting like of course that is O.K. What happened in between? Some blanks on a pro-forma police document were filled in with lies? And because police have written something it must be true?

 

This is what sucks. People who work with the police just assuming that they, as a ‘we’ are all nice guys, and anyone who challenges this self-perception must be a criminal. It is the state going from the assumption that anything police say must be the truth. Anyone who challenges the police version is lieing, and must be punished for doing so.

 

They have to be deterred from challenging authority in any way. This is George Orwell’s 1984. This is the terror state. This is Estonia, a fully subsidised member of the European Union in 2013. German and french tax payers are subsidising it. So Estonian police can race around in cars like boy racers? So Estonian lawyers can grow rich ‘interpreting’ the law for the people who supposedly have ‘made’ the laws in the first place?

 

Or who makes laws? And for whose benefit? If the average person needs to spend months of their income just to appeal a trivial, trumped up misdemeanor charge, then what does this say about the legal system. Is it intended to produce justice? Or is it intended to crush the average person into submission to a police state?

 

What could be so difficult about writing up laws in plain language that anyone can understand? What is so hard about making processes transparent, so that anyone can represent themselves in court? Surely it is simply about calling witnesses, getting access to documents, and simply laying the case bare?

 

It would be if the object of the legal system were justice. So it clearly isn’t. Every social survey they do in Estonia reports on the failure of the system, assuming it was meant to produce justice. Is it failure, or is it a deliberate strategy? How hard can it be to change things in a democratic society? Don’t you simply vote on things? If a system is failing, don’t you simply reform it, and get new people in who can make it work? Surely you fire incompetent tradesmen from your building project? But what is it about incompetent public servants? Why are they so special that they don’t need to perform the tasks they are paid to perform with any competence and ethics?

 

Surely if there is a problem and the public know about it, they simply demand changes. Demand reforms. Laws that are clear and fair. Demand greater accountability. I have argued for years that the legal profession needs to be socialised. It shouldn’t take 4 years of university to work out what the law is, and how it applies to a case. If the government have any record relating to me, I should be able to walk into their office and get a copy of it. I should be asked to actively participate in any investigation that I am demanding. I should be able to direct it. I should have MORE power than the police when it comes to investigating them. For they have the natural advantage over the citizen, and this needs to be balanced.

 

If challenging police and asking for an investigation of their corruption and/or incompetency automatically cost you a tripling of your original fine, then who is going to do this? If appealing a decision will cost you multiples of what the fine would have cost, in legal fees, not to mention all the time and effort and stress, and fear of further police persecution, then who is going to appeal?

 

Who except the real criminals with the expensive lawyers who know all the tricks? A Professional criminal is more likely to get off completely free after murdering someone than the average person is likely to get justice after being charged with some absurd and patently fabricated misdemeanor charge, as far as I can see. For real criminals have lawyers. Real lawyers.

 

I have to remind you of the important of principles. You either have them or you don’t. If you don’t get people to behave when it comes to relatively minor things, then it will certainly be too late when it comes to larger things. This is the real reason most society’s ultimately fall apart. People doing nothing about the ‘little’ things and then finally everything blowing up, when big things happen, and there is no system in place for really dealing with it. The victims take things into their own hands and run riot. For they have lived for years having sacrificed their rights to natural justice to a state that had promised to care for their rights itself. They had put up with a lot, on the understanding that no system is perfect, and that the benefits of centralising ‘violence’ in the hands of the government is still the best option. But when that government continually fails to protect the people, it becomes clear to them that the government itself is a problem that must be eliminated, and the people take back their right to natural justice, to the law of the jungle, to the right to employ violence against violence on an individual basis.

 

And so the society falls into lawlessness, with each person seeking justice for themselves. This is, in my mind, the real reason for the collapse of societies. Socities usually ‘fail’ at the height or depth of their economic conditions, but the depths are usually only the result of an unjust state, as the heights are usually associated with massive inequality.

 

I hate to make myself vulnerable to having my honesty about human nature abused, but I will risk it again. I was surprised by my own emotions regarding my experience. I could easily imagine taking revenge upon the people who have committed acts of violence against me, to satisfy the emotional need, knowing full well it would be ‘unreasonable’. For I am a philosopher by nature. I am the most reasonable of people. And even I felt this overwhelming emotional drive just to act, without regard to the consequences. A natural innate urge to protect yourself from the violence and threats of others. And if I am capable of feeling this even for a few moments, then I can only imagine how others feel. Others who are not committed to principles. Others who do not share my silly dreams of a better world. Others who have still not given up on lofty ideals. Others who do not have a vision of a better world. A vision that seems so easy to realise. A vision that is shattered every time I have to deal with average people in average situations.

 

What would happen if there was a sudden break-down of this society? How many people have grudges that they feel a burning desire to avenge? You think all the violence that has happened in history was just an exception to the rule of human society? You think we are somehow different from those people? People who, as soon as society broke down, began murdering each other. Began torturing each other. Began plotting and scheming to destroy each other. Began transporting each other to Siberia, or labour camps, or prisons. Do you think that all the violence is history? That human nature has changed? That even the systems have changed? That the police today are here to protect our rights? Without bias or favor? Do you think that people in the past suddenly woke up, and because some revolution had been proclaimed, they suddenly became malicious, nasty, violent, vicious individuals? That their hate, their malice, their impulse to destroy others, was produced by some clever propaganda of some clever dictator?

 

I confess I am a dreamer. I have a vision that I can almost touch, it is so realisable. So easy to attain. So easy to make real. Only problem is human nature. The subjects I would need to work with are the actual problem. It is heart breaking. So predictable. So easy to have contempt for.

 

6 weeks ago a woman was shocked at my story. Yesterday she was accusing me. Surely I must have deserved whatever happened? ‘You have had trouble with police in other countries, haven’t you?’ Yes, Korea. But nothing like this. She went on to imply that that was obvious proof of my guilt. She made some typical comments, to be expected in this context, which I had prepared for. i.e Why do I keep having trouble with people, if I am not myself the source? i.e I am the common denominator, aren’t I? Well, you see, the common denominator is human nature. And as soon as you are denied the justice in one circumstance, the next victimisers will use your past victimisation against you as an accusation and indictment. So I mention that famous character Jesus, and asked her why he had so much trouble. Of course she got excited that I would dare to place myself in any connection with Jesus. For she was the christian.

 

I remember 6 weeks ago when she said she would pray for me. And I responded that that was one of the problems with supposed ‘christians’, that they will not actually help you. They will ask their god to. Very generous. Very likely to be of help to the victim. This is the problem with religion. It is all masturbation. No principle. Actions help. Not prayer. All the good christians are unwilling to behave as Jesus has begged them to. Instead they make empty confessions of being ‘christian’ and talk about Jesus , and build huge new churches. They do nothing that would make Jesus smile. It is so irritating and predictable.

 

And so I replied with my prepared response. It was a predictable attitude so I have considered how I could reply. So I asked her about the woman who was raped once, and had everyone’s sympathy. And then she is raped again, and people stop being sympathetic, as if this second rape somehow casts doubts over the first one. For who gets raped twice? Surely she must be doing something to attract this? Surely she is responsible for being raped? What is she doing to attract all this rape’. I commented in this line, and suddenly, to my surprise, the woman actually agreed, indicating by body language and words that ‘yes, she must have been somehow provoking the rapes, by the way she dressed or something’…as she sketched out a short skirt with her hands…I was shocked

 

And this is the thing. I watched a movie a few days ago. About an Albino kid whose mother had died after being struck by lightning just before his birth. And in this film a character asks the young man ‘did you think that all those terrible things you have read about in books only happen in books, and not in real life?’ And he went on to list all the horrific things people did to each other. And he really got me. For I have to wonder at my own naivite in harboring hopes for humanity. Why do I bother trying to get people to behave as if they were nice, caring, conscientious, good willed, and all that. When they are patently not? How can I ever be heartbroken by people again and again, as if I could have expected better of them? Why do I do this to myself?

 

Of course I don’t go looking to get into trouble. It finds me. That woman accused me further by claiming that ‘other people don’t have the problems you have’. I tried to explain to her that my other neighbours did more or less have similar problems, only they figured it was better to simply NOT challenge Faina. They were not willing to ‘take up arms against a see of troubles’. They simply put up with things they didn’t think were right, for fear of suffering even worse.

 

And that is my problem. Most people, in the situations I have found myself, would simply have accepted whatever injustice and added it to their reasons to hate people, their reasons not to care about others, their reasons to try to screw anyone and everyone they could before they screwed them. Most people take the line of least resistance in public. In private they complain, drink, take drugs, plot their revenges. But in public they just put up with the injustice. They maybe even kind of like it, as it justifies all their own worst character flaws and everyday behaviors. For if others are evil, selfish, malicious, and only out to get you, then that justifies anything you might do, or feel towards them. Right? It’s hard to express unless you are willing to get my point, and meet me halfway.

 

If the clever, ambitious youth is victimised, then they can use that to justify opportunistically exploiting their superiority later in life, in business or their career, and not giving a damn about anyone else. Why give a damn about the less fortunate when they not only didn’t give a damn about you. When in fact they actively conspired against you? What better justification for not giving a damn about anyone? And so in some way people use their bad experiences with others to serve their own ends. People without the innate goodwill required of a Jesus, a reformer, a philosopher.

 

Most people ‘don’t have the problems I do’ because they simply don’t operate in terms of principles. I do. I fight for justice on principle. Because of the principle as much as the actual injustice I suffered. I see things in terms of principles. If you allow this principle to be violated, then you have nothing. I see the potential consequences down the line, in the long term. So the relatively small things take on a huge scale. I am fighting for my own rights as much as the universal principle at stake. I don’t pick fights. But when people try to push me around, when they ignore their contractual agreements, when they violate my rights, when they try to bully me, when they lie about me…etc etc…I not only get passionate about the personal violation, but the violation of the principle.

 

At what point do you stand up for yourself, and your principles? How can people live just complaining in private, using alcohol and other drugs to mask the anger and pain? Well, take a look at society and you will see how. See all the problems.

 

People have told me to my face, in private, that they admired me. They saw that I got into trouble for standing up for myself, but they felt that at least when I went home I didn’t carry all the frustrations that they did. They said things along that line. That they bottled everything up and kept it inside, but that it had a habit of expressing itself in ways worse than the ways I was punished for standing up for myself. They wished they could do what I did!! I wonder if they realised how much I have suffered. How many opportunities I have been denied, simply because of my principles. How much of my life wasted.

 

Even the ‘christian’ woman felt the need to tell me that I should move countries again. Leave Estonia. Like I had left every other country.

 

Of course I will have to. I will. But I wonder with what sort of scars. I have lost over 25 years of my life, moving from one victimisation to the next. Government’s have proven no more honest in their dealings with me than petty businessmen. It is the people that are the problem. How can I hope to build an optimal society using the means available? Is there a place for the average person in an optimal society?

 

With each new ‘incident’, I feel that the approach the characters in my novels take is the only one likely to succeed. And even it has only a small chance of success, based on embryology, and human nature. You will have to read those novels if you want to know what that is.

 

I have kept as small a ‘profile’ as possible. I live in the cheapest flat, in a nowhere place. I avoid all unnecessary interactions with people. For they have proven so heartbreaking. I have left countries, and careers, after having had my life taken away from me by governments, to go to work in strange countries for less than minimum wage. And still I had the same troubles with people. I downsized my life to the bare necessities, eating only ‘out of date’ food. No fridge. No oven. No cooking. No social life. Second hand shoes and clothing. No lounge. No t.v. Just the cheapest computer, guitar etc that I could find, to write my books and music. So that I might be productive. I spend most of my time trying to solve the problems of the world, because it is the only world I have. And because I fear that death might not be an escape at all, but merely a pause, before having to return to this world.

 

This world is ugly and stupid, for the most part. Mean. Malicious. Vicious. Spiteful. Deny this if you like. But it is denial. Either that or you don’t notice it, as these traits describe yourself. They describe a part of even the ‘best’ of people. Not anyone’s fault as it is all determined. Just facts. Ugly facts. And few people who dare to openly speak up about this get to live comfortably or die in their beds of old age! Maybe a few intellectuals come to admire them centuries later, and thank them for their work and sacrifice. But that is little consolation to the dead.

 

So what can I do. Keep writing books that no-one will read. Keep sacrificing my time and energy trying to optimalise the world, while it keeps beating me down, and breaking my heart?

 

I think Jim Morrisson died because he knew he could not go back to America. He ran off to Paris to avoid police persecution in America. If he returned to his home, he would face injustice, and prison. I think it broke him. That such things could happen in ‘the land of the free’. That people could be so ugly and stupid. That he would have to suffer personally for their flaws. I think that is what killed him. Not the drugs or alcohol. He took them to escape. They were not the problem.

 

I don’t know how different I am. That I cannot bear to stand by while people lie about me. That I have to speak up for myself. That I have to push to get the truth recognised. That I need the truth to be validated so much that I will risk getting into trouble.

 

O.K, in every case I was fighting for my own rights. For justice for myself. As much as for any principle. People signed contracts with me then decided to act as if they hadn’t. People tried to take advantage of me and I tried to get justice through legal means. Always legal. I have never ever in my life allowed myself the satisfaction of getting ‘revenge’ on any of my persecutors. I have only written up the stories as factually as possible, hoping that somehow that might make something positive of the negative, that somehow someone somewhere might learn something, and avoid the same problems, or maybe even try to reform the systems I was involved with. Maybe even seek justice.

 

I write and try to learn lessons and share them. I try to make the best of a bad situation. Hence my novels. They are the fruit of decades of deep, painful reflections. I have read everything I could. I have engaged in heated debates with anyone who might be able to offer clues. I have learned all I could and tried to teach. I have endured things most people would not accept as endurable. They would not live like I do, in order to live true to themselves. It is soooo hard. I would never ask anyone else to do it.

 

But I do ask you to read my books and take an honest look in the mirror, at ourselves, and our society.

 

Talking to people only gives you insights into their flawed ways of ‘reasoning’ and ‘thinking’. They don’t really reason or think. I shouldn’t be surprised any more by what people say and do. And I wonder how I still am.

 

So I hide in my cheapest of cheap slum lifestyle. Hide away from all the pain of the world. I have as little to do with it on a day to day basis as I can. For anytime I open the door I seem to open it to malicious, spite, viciousness, ugliness, stupidity.

 

I have a few ‘friends’ who I treasure. People I can be myself with. It is the best therapy. But I can never hope to have a decent job. I can probably never hope to be published in my lifetime. I suffer such terrible migraines just from engaging with the everyday world. Just in trying to live without being harmed by others. I never break the law. I never do anything to violate anyone’s rights or interests. I may not do everything how everyone does them, but I do no harm.

 

I honor my agreements. I do what I say I will. I try to do things the optimal way. People won’t let me. It is like I am challenging their self esteem by trying to be a good person. How dare I be any different to them? People act like their way of doing things is the only and naturally best way, and have no interest in ‘learning’ anything from anyone. As if they all know what is best.

 

I have no status or authority. People feel they can do whatever they like to me. People have gotten away with doing all sorts of horrible things to me.

 

And here, in Estonia, where I kept the lowest possible profile, I still found myself on the end of human malice, vindictiveness, and violence. To think I would end up being tortured and imprisoned here, ultimately because I wanted to turn lights off when the sun was blazing, and keep my door open an inch to allow a breeze through my boiling hot flat in summer, or because I thought I had a right to have access to a communal balcony. All because one malicious woman did not get her way with everything. All because the police spoke her language, and felt that all foreigners, because they did not side with Russians in everything, must be bad? Fined 2 weeks living expenses because I would not just allow all this to happen to me without complaining? Forced to leave my home, and yet still not left in peace?

 

I am trying to express the real problem. If this can happen, as similar things have happened so many other times, for no reasonable reason, then what else awaits me here.

 

The police can simply fabricate the slightest pretext for repeating the whole terrifying, ugly, heart breaking, soul destroying experience. If I complain to a neighbour about them smoking will I end up in prison, with more fines?

 

And to think I am constantly told I have to go to the police station to get anything done. After I have explained over and over what they have already done to me, and that I have every reason to fear them, and no reason to feel confident that they will NOT repeat their behaviour, and easily do much worse next time.

 

You tell me how threatening it is to have charges ADDED to your previously unjustified charges immediately after you lodge an appeal and complaint about them? You tell me how threatening it is to know that what the police did was NORMAL in estonia, and no surprise to anyone. How could you live here?

 

Problem is, where do I have to go? Would you let someone drive you out of your home again and again? What would you do? Just pay the fines, and accept you are powerless to get any justice? Live in fear? Start drinking?

 

It is so hard and expensive to move. I moved here because it was the only way I could afford to live, and continue to work on my books, music, and to think. If I return to Australia or Germany I would end up on government benefits, with everyone trying to exploit me. I would not even have the time to work on my projects. I would not be able to be productive and creative. And it would be sending the message to the Faina’s of this world, and all the police who have victimised me, that they can do what they like. It will empower them to become even greater monsters.

 

But if no-one will carry out a real investigation, there will be no justice.

 

So I guess I will have to pay the fines, which are simply extortion, and violence against me, to try to get out of the loop I am in. I will have to stop seeking justice. I will be betraying my principles. What will become of me? All I have is my principles.

 

I don’t expect anyone will help me. Why should they? They are not intelligent enough to realise that if they don’t, then they themselves could be the next victim. Them or someone they DO care about. And when that happens it will be too late. And they will find that no-one will help them either. For they have set the precedent.

 

If you have any ideas please let me know.

 

Luckily I just by chance found out that there were fines, and that my appeal had been ignored, and that so I still have the chance to pay the fines before worse happens, and to appeal the decision…though I am not confident that people have given me the right information i.e that my appeal is actually valid as the judge cancelled the appointment they were going to give me simply because of the police charges…which makes no sense as my complaints concern those charges, as part of a larger program of victimisation, harrassment, and terrorisation???

 

Markus May 15, 2013…now 6.35 (I couldn’t sleep…I have been writing this since about 3 a.m! I wanted to work on my novel, but I had to waste precious energy and time on this just to get it off my chest so I can concentrate…but now I have to go to lawyers, banks, and courts, and waste more of my time without any confidence anyone is on my side, understands what I say, or actually cares!!I had to take pain killers, and my head is still hurting all over…allergy? Stress? One moment it is one tooth, then another, then my ear, then my eye, then something else??? on top of migraine from all this police related stress!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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After months, police tell me that if you are being tortured in a police car and try to draw your friends attention to this fact, then the police may lawfully place you in isolation for 48 hours, on misdemeanour charges, which they are free to constantly change

Posted on May 14, 2013. Filed under: Estonia...State of Terror |

For internal use

A holder of information: the Police and Border Guard Board

Basic access restriction: PIA § 35 section 1 subsection 12

Final Deadline: 05/13/2088

Date of preparation: 05.13.2013

 
Mr. Markus Rehbach

 

You: No 12.04.2013

 
We: 05/13/2013 No 2.1-3/64963-4

The police action

In response to your letter of formal notice sorry that answer took longer than expected, because the content of the letter
translation took longer than expected. After examining the translated content, and memo
Police oral explanations and video footage can be argued that the police behaved with you
correctly and in accordance with the law. With you through out the procedural steps answered
misdemeanor procedure code requirements.

Your detention was justified and targeted regime to an end. Based on the
above, I find that your memo is a mere affirmation, and do not reflect the objective circumstances of what happened.
Police division and ethnic mitteetnilisteks by you is cynical and unacceptable.

Response in case of disagreement, you have the right to appeal to an administrative court and challenge
the legality of the police action.

 
Sincerely,

 
/ digitally signed /

 

Urmas Sibrits

police Lieutenant

Eastern Prefecture, police office, police station Jõhvi

Head of Police Department

 
3372301; urmas.sibrits @ politsei.ee

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A final call to KAPO, and anyone else being paid to investigate corruption and criminality in the Estonian police force

Posted on April 29, 2013. Filed under: Estonia...State of Terror |

I have sent official complaints, in Estonian and English, as signed digidoc statements, over the past year or so. As I feared, things got worse, due to the lack of any accountability within the police force in Johvi, and in Estonia as a whole.

Is anyone going to respond to my complaints? How serious does it have to get before you will investigate corruption in Estonia? Or is all this a sham, a front… all impression management?

I can get this translated into ANY language you want, but that will not determine your INTENT to do your job, and actually investigate anything.

Do you intend doing your job? Or should I take my tax dollars to a civilised country?

More and more Estonia appears to be a terror state, where police terrorise and harass the population into silence. Just what do they have planned?

I know from personal experience how corrupt the police here are. I can only guess at how corrupt they really are. How many innocent people are in prison. How many people live in fear of the police.

I have live like characters in the Estonian novels I have read…with my bags packed…dreading that knock on the door form the ‘police’.

Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it.

If you are NOT going to do your duty, please at least be big enough to admit it, and tell me that I am wasting my time. I will then leave the country. I feel sorry for those people who can NOT do so. Just look at the statistics. I wonder how much your lack of interest in justice is reflected in the continual departure of Estonians from Ida Virumaa, and Estonia as a whole.

I have already been driven by my home by the police, acting as the agents of a malicious bullying neighbour. Do you mean to drive me out of the country?

Somehow I feel all the European Union funding for your oganisations and infrastructure has been wasted. Without the correct culture, it is all just pretty architecture and impression management. I wonder how many hard working, hard saving Germans and French people will continue to pay the highest taxes in the world, to help subsidise the lowest taxing country. A country where Germans are actively discriminated against, assaulted, tortured, and imprisoned, for no reason, other than the satisfaction of malicious Ethnic Russian Estonian neighbours and Ethnic Russian Estonian police. Children you give all this power to, without any accountability. Children who can do as they please, as their ‘parents’ do not care to exert their ‘parental’ authority.

This is serious. Give me the resources and I can prove everything. And by doing so you will probably uncover a great deal of corruption which otherwise no-one would have noticed. For every action that IS noticed, many more go un-noticed.

And any organisation that claims it has ‘no problems’ must be given new management. For if people were NOT prone to corruption by nature, then we would have no NEED for police in the first place. And as far as I know police are drawn from the wider population, and not from some far off distant planet where all the beings are perfect.

Or???

Markus Rehbach…running out of digidoc signatures…so I will post this as it is.

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Justice demands a criminal investigation into the Johvi police…for torture, terrorisation, violation of human rights, and conspiracy to pervert the course of justice

Posted on April 12, 2013. Filed under: Estonia...State of Terror |

This is a very brief summary for anyone who wants to know the facts
Since I moved into Pargitaguse 5-11, my neighbour in no. 12, Faina, with the help of some other tenants, has made my life hell. She has banged on my door at all hours. She has kicked my door over and over. She has slammed my door shut over and over. She has physically assaulted me, and prevented me from using the stairwell. She has locked me out of the balcony, and refused to lend me a copy of the key to copy. She has refused to allow me to buy a new lock and give everyone a key. Her boyfriend has assaulted me. She has called me ‘schwine’ and ‘hund’. She has done many of these things with the police present, and with their consent.
Recently someone tried to steal my bike by removing the door on my basement box. I doubt Faina was ignorant of this fact. I believe she had something to do with it. Either actively or passively. I decided to try to avoid problems by simply selling my bike. I had tried to keep it in my tiny flat, but had kept tripping over it.
Faina began her campaign soon after I had moved in.  She was incapable of compromising in any way.
This became clear when I turned off lights in the stairwell, there being absolutely no need for them to be on, it being high summer and the stairs being bathed in full sunshine. She contacted my real estate agent and told him that I was drinking and partying all night, and that all the neighbours were complaining about me. This was the first assault.
I removed a loose piece of door frame from the bottom of the balcony doors, in order to allow some breeze to flow between my extremely hot flat and the balcony. The gap was a few centimeters. Immediately she began complaining that my neighbour’s child was in danger because of the ‘cold wind’.
Any time I did anything that she did not like, she reverted to threats, absurd complaints, physical violence, and ultimately, a rule of terror. She employed all her ‘friends’ to this end. They all stood at my door, mocking me, laughing at me, and constantly kicking my door, slamming it shut, pulling it wide open, and yelling at me. HOwever the police filed a complaint against ME for some sort of ‘disturbance of the peace’.
Even after the police, after my constant requests, finally gave Faina TWO verbal warnings to leave my door alone, making it clear to her that I had every right to leave my joor slightly open, to try to get some relief from the heat, she and her boyfriend, and her other friends, continued to slam my door shut, kick it, and yell abuse at me.
I have called the police to my flat many times to deal with Faina and her boyfriend. However apart from one instance, each time they made treated ME like a criminal, and Faina like some sort of Saint. Only once did a police officer actually do their job, and actually took a statement from me. Faina refused to open the door to him. And then back at the Johvi police station the police undid any good work this police officer had done by falsifying my complaint / the charge sheet. I have asked repeatedly, verbally through the official translator, and in emails, for a copy of my original complaint.
I have seen NO evidence that ANY of my complaints, including that of physical assault, were ever followed up by police. Anyone with access to the mobile phone records, and my own handwritten and typed complaints, will be able to verify what the police did and did not do. Surely falsifying testimony / complaints / official documents is a criminal act?
I decided it was best to sell my bike. I asked my neighbours in flat 10 if it was O.K to put it on the balcony, in a corner where it bothered no-one, until I sold it. They said this was fine. Several times I had to ask them for their key copy (which was too bent to copy when I took it to the locksmith), when people said they would be coming over to see it. SEveral times they were not home, so I asked them if I could put my own lock on it, and give them a key. If Faina needed to open it she could ask them. They agreed. I did this as someone said they were definitely coming to buy it the next day. I did not want to risk my neighbours not being home at flat 10. For Faina had refused many times to lend me her key. I had no room in my small flat for the bike.
Faina seized this opportunity to continue her terrorisation of me. That night or morning she emailed or faxed a complaint to the police stating that I had locked her out of the balcony. She has her own balcony. And police had told me before that Faina could put a lock on the balcony if she chose, and deny me access to it. They told me it was NOT a police affair, and I would have to approach the building management about Faina locking ME out of the balcony.
I state this because it is now clear in hindsight, that the police used this ‘complaint’ as an excuse to harass me.
That it was just an excuse is clear when you see that they immediately ‘dropped’ that complaint, and even denied it ever existed, stating ‘we do NOT need a reason to knock on your door’.
Initially the police tried to push passed me into my flat. I said I would come out in a second. I put a think fleece on. I wearing my sleeping shorts, and sandals. I had never seen these police before. I did not see any signs of the pure hatred, malice, contempt, and conceited arrogance that they were to display shortly. I thought they were unfortunate victims of Faina’s campaign of terror against me. So I explained why I put the lock on. I explained that the people in flat 10 had a key. They said that Faina, the poor angel, had been prevented from hanging up her washing my my lock. I asked them to check her washing machine, to see if she had any washing in there. I even bet them 1000 euros that she didn’t. They were not impressed.
I took them to the basement to show them my ‘box’ and the removed door, so they could see that I could not leave my bike
there. I showed them how none of the other boxes had even had their cardboard covers removed, which was very suspicious. Faina’s box was right next to mine. They appeared to take offence at something, and gave me angry looks. As I tried to walk passed Sergei he actually shoved me in the stomach. I kept going and went back into the building, followed by the Sergei and Marko.
In the stairwell they began shoving me and saying all manner of things about Faina, as if she were a Saint and ‘Mother Russia’, and I was some sort of evil, dirty, filthy, undesirable pest. I asked for my I.D. They would not give it to me. I needed to go to the toilet.
They blocked my door. I rang the doorbell of flat 10. Just as my neighbour in flat 10 opened her door, the police banged my head onto the concrete wall, tried ot kick my legs out from under me, and grabbed my hands, putting them in handcuffs.
Later my neighbour told me she was in shock when she opened the door. She had seen and heard what had been going on, and could see NO reason for the way the police were treating me. She has said on many occasions that they wished they could move, but they had bought at the wrong time, and now could not sell. They didn’t want ‘trouble’ with Faina, which more or less amounts to a fear of her. The police did NOT ask them the questions I asked them to, in relation to an earlier ‘assault’, when a Russian speaking police person crushed my foot in my door, and said ‘That’s YOUR problem’ when I complained. He had just finished an illegal search of my flat, after I had asked him to remain outside, and then to leave. That was the first time I had seen such open hostility, malice, hatred, conceited arrogance on a police officer. Only the Ethnic Estonian
officer with him kept him from expressing his malice further.
So I DO have a witness. But I fear she, and anyone else in the flat at the time, will be too scared to give evidence in court. After what happened to me, I cannot blame them.
For Sergei pulled my arms up so high it restricted my breathing, and was painful. In the police car Marko deliberately crushed the hand-cuffs as tight as he could, with a malicious grin on his face, when I complained that they were too tight and painful. He then crushed my head and neck against the car door window when I tried to call to a passing friend. He placed his full weight against my neck, against my Vagus nerve.
This is an illegal ‘choke’ hold. It can result in death from heart arrhythmia.
I was taken to a ‘dungeon’, a concrete box with no windows. The floor and door were covered in blood and faeces. The toilet was blocked. It would not flush. There was no way to sit. There was no toilet paper. I washed the seat as well I could and used one of my socks as toilet paper. I was left to rot in there for over 2 hours. I had been ‘arrested’ around 10 a.m. By the time I was in an ‘interview room’ it was past 1p.m, according to the ‘police translator’.
I was then told that I was being charged with a misdemeanour of ‘causing a public disturbance’ and ‘saying that Faina was a bitch’. In fact I had responded to the police’s praise of Faina by saying ‘Faina has been bitching about me to my real estate agent since I moved in, trying to get me evicted. He made some comment implying Faina was some sort of Saint, and the Manager of the flat, and I responded ‘She is a bitch…to me she is a bitch’. I added the last bit to be as fair as possible, realising that she was being a bitch to me, but that she might be quite nice to other people, for all I knew. I was being as honest as possible. I did not add the second comment to protect myself from any legal complaint, for I felt it was a scientific comment, for she WAS a bitch to me. I added the second part to be scientific. I then explained that ‘She has made my life hell’. I certainly made no ‘skandale’. Ask my neighbour in flat 10. Faina and her ‘bambino’ make more noise
when he leaves her flat before 7a.m than I made that day, even with the police provoking me and assaulting me.
In the interview room I asked if I could make a phone call. I asked for some paper and a pen to write a response to the misdemeanour charge. Sergei said I could not. He was very angry and conceitedly arrogant. He made comments to the effect that he was not going to let me waste any more of the police time. The translator simply read what was already written in English on the forms, and sort of translated the ‘charge’, which SErgei had already done, with a much better command of the English language than I could attribute to the ‘translator’. He had been speaking with me in English all the time. There was no need for a translator. She witnessed everything in the interview room. She witnessed Sergei denying me the right to write a response.
Sergei gave me a form to sign. I wrote two sentences on it and was about to sign it when he angrily tore the paper from my hand, and then wrenched the pen out of my hand. With great malicious glee he stated that ‘that’s it, you had your chance, now you will spend at least 48 hours in jail. The ‘translator’ agreed with him when I asked her to intervene. ‘You had your chance, no it is too late’. AFter this he actually expected me to sign another form in which I agreed that the force used had been necessary. When I asked to sign the other form he and the translator both said it was ‘too late’. When I tried to plead with them, Sergei took the second form from me and said that now that was TWO forms I had failed to sign, implying I would be spending ANOTHER 48 in jail for that. And I thought that meant ‘the dungeon’. I was terrified but decided I could do nothing, so I simply asked if I could call a lawyer. Sergei said I could only call MY lawyer. I asked if I could call a lawyer from the phone book. He said NO. He said I could give them the number of ONE person they would contact to inform that I was in jail. I was given a piece of paper and pen. I wrote down TWO names and locations where they could be found / contacted. I also wrote a line stating that I wanted to sign the two forms. The paper was taken from me.
Marko put on his leather gloves, apparently keen for some violence again. I resigned myself to my fate.
Sergei told me to go back into the dungeon cell. I pointed to the blood, faeces, and blocked, now full, toilet, and he laughingly replied ‘That’s YOUR blood’, and closed the door.
About 15 minutes later I was taken to the main Johvi prison, and placed in a solitary cell. After the dungeon this cell was very much welcomed. At first. But it soon became hell for me. I was wearing only shorts, a thin fleece, and sandals. One sock was in the washbasin in the dungeon. I used the other to clean the cell.
I was kept in this cell for at least 48 hours. I was only allowed to leave it once, to face a group of mocking, derisive, vicious group of police whom I had lodged complaints against. They were filming me. So I went back into the cell to escape them. Other than these few moments, I was not allowed any freedom at all. I was brought meals. But no-one ever responded when I pressed the button which SErgei had said I should press if I needed anything. I checked it before I finally left, from the outside, and it appeared to work perfectly well. It lit up a set of L.E.D lights outside the cell.
Now this group, whom I had made several formal complaints about, entered my cell. I told the prison guard I was terrified of them, and to please stay and watch over me. She did. They were filming me and laughing. They got me to sign some form…apparently NOT The one I had written on. They did allow me to write a response.
But they would NOT let me call anyone. They said I was free to leave, but only by taxi or with them. They knew I had no money for a taxi, and that I was terrified of them. It was now past 10p.m. I was still in shock. I was exhausted. I asked the translator to explain to the prison guard that I had no money for a taxi, but that I would walk home the next morning…that I had to sleep in the prison that night.
The next morning it was clear that I was still a prisoner. It was terrifying. I became ill. I was freezing cold. I had to curl up on the mattress in a corner, trying to keep warm. I was terribly ill with migraine.
But no-one answered my calls, the ‘button’, or my tapping on the door with my metal cup.  The next morning police opened my cell. They were ethnic estonian but still they were laughing at me. What on earth did all these police think I had done to deserve this? This is why I am writing this again, now. So they can read it and understand how unjustly they have treated me.
Finally I was told I could leave. I went to the doctor on on leaving. I was then left in another cold room. I was taken back to Tammiku in the back of a police lock-up van. It was freezing cold. I was half naked. I was terrified the whole time that they were taking me back to the dungeon.
When I got ‘home’ I went straight to the library. I was too terrified to risk going back into my flat. For all I knew people were waiting. And I would NOT be able to defend myself against anything, for fear of being locked up again. As soon as I could I arranged to move out of my flat, waiting until someone was free to accompany me.
And so Faina got what she wanted. I have been forced to move out of my home by her and her conspiring police friends.
After almost giving up, I finally found someone who would listen to my complaint. I will know in a week or so if any investigation will take place. In the mean time I am living in fear of the police. I have packed my things many times over the last year, but each time I decided I was not going to let someone like Faina succeed in her malicous, arrogant, conceited, vicious, selfish, ruthless, self-righteous…etc…plans.
For THIS is the true evil on earth. Malice borne of conceited arrogance and a sense of entitlement over others. This time I packed in earnest. I have given things away, and am trying to sell other things. I cannot risk staying in Estonia, this ‘state of terror’, unless someone controls the police, and calls them to account.
And so I wait, my bags packed, for see if anyone will investigate the police, let alone bring them to account. If not, then I will have no choice but to leave. The police here are true terrorists. They allied themselves with a ruthless woman who would employ any means to get her own way. That she and the police would go this far, however, still shocks me. It terrifies me. But I should not be surprised. History shows the potential in human nature for such things. And anyone out there should be warned. History repeats.
You may feel that it does not concern you. But take a quick look at your nations history, and the history of humankind.

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Estonia: state of terror

Posted on April 3, 2013. Filed under: Estonia...State of Terror |

ESTONIA: A STATE OF TERROR

First some notes.

Marko Lvov…used an illegal choke hold on me in the police car when I tried to call a friend over to the car. He applied his entire force against my Vargus nerve, trying to choke me. The results of such pressure can be fatal, and at great remove from the initial act. It can produce heart arhythmia and heart failure. It has thus been banned in every police force I know of.

When I asked him to loosen the handcuffs because they were unbearably painful, and cutting into my wrists, and making my hands go numb, he actually, with a vilely malicious grin, full of self satisfaction, forced the handcuffs as tightly closed as possible. It was unbearably painful. I still have cuts and bruises. My wrists still ache and burn days later. He did later relent and loosen them, but only after the physical damage had been done. I consider this physical torture. What else do you call the deliberate infliction of physical pain and bodily damage? They also banged my head against the concrete wall and tried to force me to the ground while handcuffing me, for no reason. I was not told that they were arresting me. I did not resist. I had merely attempted to re-enter my own flat to go to the toilet. I had been halfway through a bowel movement when I had answered their insistent knocking at my door.

I had taken both persons down to the basement to show them the vandalism and attempted theft of my bike from my ‘box’ in the basement. The door had been taken off its hinges. No other door had been tampered with. No other cardboard covering from any other door had been tampered with. I said that it seemed to me that Faina and her friends were the likely culprit, if they wanted to investigate a crime. I explained that the only reason my bike was now on the balcony was this. I explained that I asked my other neighbour if it was O.K and that they had said it was no problem. I had placed the bike in the corner so that it would be out of anyone’s way. I advertised it for sale immediately at a very low price guaranteed to find a quick buyer.

Sergei Ivanov…would not allow me to write a comment in response the the charges he was making against me. I began to write a quick note, and was about to sign the form as requested when a strange look came into his face…he appeared very angry and self-righteous, like a little dictator whose arbitrary whims were not being met, and grabbed the paper and pen from me, stating, with great self satisfaction, that ‘now you are going to spend 48 hours in prison. I stated clearly that I wished to sign the forms offered me. He stated that ‘my time was up’. He stated ‘you were given a chance to sign them and you refused. I pleaded with him and the supposed interpreter to allow me to sign the forms. I put this request in writing on the piece of paper given me to write the name of a person the police would inform of my fate. However neither of the two people whose names and locations I wrote down were contacted.

These two persons knocked on the door to my flat. I opened the door. They tried to force their way in. I said I would come out in a moment, and closed the door. When I came out they again tried to push past me into my flat. I came out and locked the door.

Sergei held a document covered in Russian printing. I noted the names of my real estate agent Imre Hardokainen, and that of my female next door neighbour, know to me by the phonetic ‘Faina’. He appeared quite angry about something. He informed me that I had committed a criminal act by placing a lock on the balcony door. Faina, the house meister, had filed a written complaint. I tried to explain that I took recourse to placing a new lock on the balcony because people were coming to buy my bike, some time soon, and I could not be sure that my friendly neighbour would be home at the same time, and thus able to lend me their key. Faina had refused to lend me a copy of her key to have one cut. The friendly neighbours key was, I was informed, too bent to get a good copy of, by a locksmith.

On one occasion, after Faina had repeatedy assaulted me physically, verbally abused me, calling me ‘hund’ and ‘schwine’, among many nasty sounding Russian words, and blocking my passage down and up the stairs to my flat, I invited two police from a patrol car that was next to the library. They came in and talked with her. They were much friendlier with her than with me. They informed me that I had to leave the stairwell lights on even during the brightest parts of the then summer days, for the benefit of the fire brigade. They also told me that I should keep my door shut. When I asked them whether Faina could lock me out of the communal balcony, the police stated that that was not a police matter, but one for the occupants of the building.

And so I was angry that suddenly I was being told that I was a criminal for placing a lock on the same door. Faina had access to the key. She only had to ask the neighbour. The police talked about Faina as if she were a Saint, or ‘Mother Russia’, and I was some evil aggressor. He accused me of cruelly depriving her of a washing line. He said that Faina had wanted to hang her washing. I said that I would only believe that when I saw the washing. For Faina has her own balcony and washing lines. I have only seen her hang washing on the line of our communal balcony twice in two years. And one time it appeared to be dry, but dirty, wash cloths of some sort, that smelled terribly.

The police would not give me back my personal I.D. I stated that they had held it for long enough and that it was time to give it back. They refused and appeared very self righteously angry. They were very arrogant and aggressive. They had already pushed me in the basement, as I tried to walk out. They had tried to stop me. I was scared of being attacked by them, though I tried to hide my fear and act casually. If my voice was ever loud during the course of their victimisation, it was out of excitement, and not deliberate. It was completely natural and appropriate.

At one point I could not stand Faina being so idolised, and told the persons that Faina hated me. She had constantly bitched about me to my real estate agent ever since I had moved in. She had made my life hell. I had unlocked the balcony lock on my way down to the basement with the police, just to keep everyone happy, even though it left my bike unsecured.

I had to go to the toilet, and told the police so. I tried to open my door and suddenly both the persons violently smashed my head against the concrete wall, and tried to force me to the floor. I felt a handcuff on my right wrist, and arms pulling my left wrist down. My friendly neighbour opened her door about his time to see what was going on. I think I had buzzed her door bell to get her to explain the facts to the police. However they told her to close the door, and then pulled my arms up from behind painfully high, for no reason. I had not resisted their force. I was dragged down the stairs to the police car. I made absolutely no resistance, as the handcuffs were painful and I realised that I was now in their control. It was a horrible feeling. But only the very beginning of the most horrible experience of my life. I will never again be able to trust the police. I will never be the same again. I have been violated in so many ways. I would rather die that have to endure the same ordeal again. I will now attempt to put into words what happened, and how I experienced it.

I was wearing only house sandals, thin old socks, my sleeping shorts, and a summer weight fleece pullover when I had been dragged from my home. The only noise I made at all was to complain quietly about the pain in my wrists, and to beg for mercy. This and to try to get the attention of a casual friend who was walking past the police car. He spoke good english and I thought he could translate for the police, and resolve any problems. I sat in the police car quietly at all other times. I asked for Marko Lvov to put on my seat-belt, as I could not do so myself. I also tried to get my keys that were next to me, to avoid losing them. Lvov took them and contemptuously threw them on the front passenger seat.

I was quite all the way to the police station in Johvi. I asked for my keys and Sergei Ivanov told me that he did not need them. I was then taken directly to the ‘dungeons’.

I can not believe that the dungeons, the holding cells, could possibly be legal in Europe. They were 2m by 1.5 meters. They had no window. The floor was covered in blood, and the door in blood and shit. The toilet was backed up. There was no toilet paper. I asked for some. I needed to use the toilet. I had needed to since they police had handcuffed me. There were other ‘cells’ from which no noise came, and which I can assume were empty. Why they chose this cell? I had to make a bowel movement, so I did my best to clean the seat, and did so. I had to use my sock to wipe myself afterwards, after waiting 15 minutes sitting on the toilet for toilet paper. In the end I was left in that hell hole for over 2 hours. Why? What on earth could justify this? Why was I not simply taken to an interview room? What reason could the police have for this atrocious form of psychological torture. It was completely inhumane. I cannot believe that the European Union would sanction such ‘holding cells’, even for serious criminals. In the end all I was ‘charged’ with was making noise on the stairs, and calling Faina a ‘bitch’. Now Sergei told me we had needed an interpreter. So if his English is deficient, how can he be so confident of what I had said, and of what I had meant? In any case, in the worst case scenario, all I had done, in his charge sheet, was to tell him that someone was a bitch. I had not been charged with abusing her to her face. She on the other hand HAD abused me to my face, in front of two policemen.
Did they even caution her verbally? Now the police had NOT cautioned me to be quiet and to avoid bad language. If they had I would have complied immediately.

I have written formal complaints to the police about assaults committed on my person by Faina and her boyfriend. Both of these persons have continually broken the peace by assaulting me, threatening me, abusing me verbally, kicking my door, slamming my door shut, pulling my door open, and banging the door against my head. The only time a police officer ever took a written statement from me, that statement was ‘doctored’ and completely misrepresented. I have requested a copy of my own written statement in many emails, and verbally, through the official police interpreter, but my requests have been ignored. A colonel of police from Tallinn claims that he investigated the matter but found nothing. This is impossible. The ‘translation’ of my lengthy statement was a mere few lines of a completely laughable and absurd nature. It is impossible to my mind that it is anything but a deliberate misrepresentation of my complaint, aimed at making me appear ridiculous and foolish. None of my complaints against Faina or her boyfriend were ever taken up, to my knowledge. Even after finally giving Faina two verbal warnings, which she ignored, about interfering with my door, they did nothing. On the other hand they wasted hours of my time with some absurd complaint about me talking loudly in the stairwell. If I complained about each time Faina spoke loudly, even before 7a.m, then I would amass enough for a long novel.

My back is aching. My head moreso. As I now try to begin to put into words the most frightening, horrific, terrifying experience of my life. For after acquiescing to the fatuously absurd decision to put me in prison for ‘at least’ 48 hours, I found myself in another ‘einzelhaft’ detention cell. This one had a window at least, and for a moment it came as a relief, in comparison to the horrific dungeon torture I had endured over 2 hours of, and had feared I was going to be thrown back into. For I was initially thrown back into it. When I directed Sergei Ivanov’s attention to the blood and shit, and the blocked toilet now full of my own faeces, he replied ‘that’s YOUR blood’ and closed the door on me.

So it was at first a relief to have this new cell, paid for by German taxpayers. Now these cells are, to my mind, meant as the final resort of the worst sort of criminal, and only when all other measures have failed to restrain and quieten them. Not for someone accused of not being willing to sign a form. A form which at worst defined them as a person with a loud voice and a willingness to express themselves honestly.

Now myself and my friends had always believed that we would prefer such a cell to being placed among a general prison community. For fear of physical assault and rape. But I can tell you honestly with all my heart that I would risk those evils any day over being placed back in the same cell. It was pure hell. I was driven to the point of madness. In the end I was hoping to die. I was trying to will my own mental collapse, to avoid having to endure this pure hell. It is used as a form of torture and ultimate punishment on the worst and most uncontrollable prisoners. I personally believe it to be inhumane. For the next two days I was not allowed any contact with ANYONE.

I suffered terrible migraines. Sergei Ivanov had told me that if I pressed the button on the wall, that a warden would come. So ‘if I needed anything’ I should just press that button. Oh how many times I pressed that button. Did anyone ever respond to it? Never. Before I left I pressed the button to see what happened outside my cell. A series of LED lights lit up. So it had been working all along. The wardens had just been ignoring it. I needed medical attention. I was freezing and suffering the agonies of a migraine attack. If I had been dieing I would have been left to die. I ended up in a tight ball in the corner of the cell, trying to reduce my surface area as much as possible, and trying to keep warm. I was wearing shorts, that thin fleece pullover, and my thin socks had been sacrificed to wiping my bottom and cleaning up my cell. The only ‘blanket’ as such was a sort of relatively thin, scratch, repaired, hard bedspread. There was no sheet. The pillow was barely there. There was no way to sit properly. In a room I was forced to spend 48 hours in. Without any relief. Without any human kindness shown to me. It was a terrifying ordeal. I would rather die than endure it again. I will describe it in detail, when I get the chance, in the book and screenplay I will write about it, or which others will write about it.

It was horrifying for me. Sergei had hinted that I would be kept longer than 48 hours, in fact 48 hours for one sheet he had not allowed me to sign, and 48 hours for the other, in which I was apparently supposed to agree that the force and torture they had used had been necessary and reasonable! The interpreter seemed like some strange, cold-blooded creature. She would not tell me her name. She merely agreed with the police that ‘I had missed my chance to sign the forms and should now be sent to prison for at least 48 hours.

Now this action must be considered completely arbitrary. Also I was not allowed to call a lawyer. I was told I could call MY lawyer, if I had one. But I did not. Who, apart from criminals, has a lawyer? How can the law be so unjust? The law clearly favors criminals and rich people. What sort of average person has a lawyer? You might as well ask them for the number of their plastic surgeon, their masseuse, or their house servants. Why on earth would an average, law abiding, person have a lawyer. And how on earth could they be expected to actually REMEMBER that phone number. Like the inhumane ‘dungeon’ holding cells, this must be eliminated from the Estonian policing landscape. It is a violation of human rights. It is absurdly unfair and arbitrary. It is clearly unjust and unfair. It is obviously wrong.

As I write this I am in constant fear of a knock on the door, as if I am a Jew living in Nazi Germany or an Estonian living in Bolshevik invaded Estonia. In the past Estonians learned to fear those men who drove those big black cars, and acted completely arbitrarily and without any concern for the law. Today Estonians, and myself, live in equal fear of those ‘Russian’ men who drive around in those big blue and white cars with the blue flashing lights. What are known as ‘police’. I am using this irony in an attempt to heal my wounds. I am not allowed to say 2+2=4 around the earshot of a local police person, for fear of being tortured and mentally annihilated by them and their ‘mates’. No, I must say 2+2=whatever they want it to equal, and to sign forms in line with this. Failure to do so instantly is punished in the most psychologically cruel ways imaginable. Fates worse than death. And so the public is trained to instantly comply with any arbitrary request made by a ‘police’ officer.

These children, thus imbued with this massive, arbitrary power, behave in the most corrupt, despicable ways. And there is apparently no-one to police THEM. These mean, nasty, nationalistic (pro russian) thugs are armed and let loose upon an innocent, vulnerable public. The public have no way to defend themselves, and so they just accept this arbitrary rule without complaint. For complaints are responded to with violence. With the cruelest of psychological tortures. With physical torture. With smug, complacent, self-righteous, MALICE.

I now hear a noise outside my door and I am tense and full of fear. I am prepared to jump out my window. It is that horrible. I would rather die than endure the hell I have just been forced to endure. And if you think I am exaggerating the experience, then I welcome you to ‘enjoy’ it.

And you must keep this in mind. The police here have been victimising me for a long time. They told me to ‘go home’. They refuse to take statements from me. They refuse to investigate my complaints. They mock and laugh at me, even though I have begged their superiors over and over to send different police if they needed to send police to me. Yesterday these same police turned up at the prison. I was lead out of my cell. They were laughing and deriding me as soon as I turned the corner. I was terrified of what cruelty they might have planned for me, and asked the warden to lock me back in the safety of my cell. I was THAT scared. That TERRIFIED.

Unless you have been a foreigner in another country, and experienced police victimisation their, you will not be able to really comprehend what it feels like. Later these police informed me that I was free to go, but that I would have to go back with them, in their police car. I had no money for a taxi. I had not been allowed to get anything from my flat. It was late at night. I was wearing shorts and sandals. It was snowing outside. I was exhausted, so I asked the warden if I could sleep the night in the cell, and leave in the morning. And so the door was closed.

Only then it was locked. And when I pushed that button to ask a question, no-one came. And soon I realised I was actually locked up again. And so the terror began to mount. It was crueler than beating me up. I was terrified of what the police now had in store for me. And I wondered what they would have done if I had left with them. Of course I seriously regretted not having left with them, but the fact that the wardens now totally ignored me, apart from delivering meals, some of which made me vomit, made me wonder what they had planned for me the other night. If they had really had good intentions, then surely they would have ensured that the next shift of warders was aware that I was actually a free person, and was free to go. But they had not. I was NOT a free person. And this left me fearing just how long they were going to continue this cruelty.

I would not force my worst enemy to endure this. I doubt even if Faina would want me to suffer this badly. MY worst enemy. She hated me. But who would force THIS on ANYONE. I would not suffer an ANIMAL to be kept in such conditions, let alone a very sensitive and innocent human.

It must be stopped. Now of course if I had been allowed to talk to my friends, and knew that someone was keeping an eye out for me, and that I was SURE to be released in 48 hours, the torture would have been more easily borne. Still torture, but with an end in sight. In my case I had NO reason to expect that I would be released. I imagined being forgotten and left there to go insane.

Now here is the most terrible fact. This situation is MY person ‘room 101’. I would rather be beaten to death than being forced to endure this fate WORSE than death. I felt I was living in an Orwellian ‘1984’. I had been forced to either agree that 2+2= whatever the police officer at the time wanted it to equal. I had been tortured to deny my right to HAVE feelings towards people who were victimising me, a.k.a Faina and the police. Now if I was a local, with no way to escape, I am sure I would have ‘laufed mit’. Now everyone working in the prison or for the police appeared to be the worst of ‘mitlaufer’, what the germans call those who ‘go along with whoever has the power’.

I can easily see how the mass atrocities committed by Russians upon the Estonian people could have occurred. I have no doubt that many of the russian speaking police here would have gladly murdered me, or thrown me into a dungeon, or off to a slave camp in siberia. I live in wonder of the patience and tolerance of the ethnic Estonians show towards the Ethnic russians. I can give you many examples of how it became clear to me that many of the ethnic russians here believe they are Russian, and NOT Estonian. I can see why the population of this area has suffered such a drastic decline. I myself will leave as soon as I can arrange it. I feel sorry for those who do not have this option open to them. I understand why people are fearful of speaking out against their Ethnic russian neighbours and police. I myself would never DARE do so, after what I have experienced, if I knew I had no choice but to live among the perpetrators for the rest of my life.

I have seen such hatred in the faces of ethnic russians like my neighbour Faina, and the police that appear at her beck and call to harass, frighten, intimidate, and finally brutally torture and imprison me. I NEVER experienced this in Russia. I think the Russians would be appalled at such treatment of foreign GUESTS.

I have not yet begun to really attempt to due justice to my feelings of horror, terror, and loathing at my experiences at the hands of people who I pay to protect me from criminality, and to promote law and order. This is just touching the surface. I write this now quickly to ensure it is on the record. The police could return at any moment and continue their torture. This is such an ugly, violent, nasty, malicious place. I hope I can finally leave this place. I write this hoping to improve things for those who can NOT leave this place behind them.

And sadly, it seems that my respect for the ethnic Estonians among the police here, based on my only positive experience, is founded more on wishful thinking than reality. For all the estonian police I called upon to treat me fairly also laughed and walked away, leaving me to suffer my fate.

My victimisers filmed me for around an hour, laughing all the while. I think they intended trying to get me defined as mentally ill, so they could lock me up forever. At the very least I imagine them showing the film to all the police of the area, and laughing at my suffering. It is a sickening thought. I will never feel safe here. They have stolen my sense of safety and freedom. I now understand why Americans defend their right to gun ownership so strongly. If they lived here maybe the police would learn some respect and moderation. They appear to imagine themselves to be the judge, jury, and executioner. They are full of arrogance, smug self-righteousness, and hatred. They are little dictators someone has crazily decided to give power to. It is insane.

Idu-Virumaa is, in my experience, a state of terror. The police behaved as terrorists towards me. A person who employs terror to satisfy their own sadistic impulses is clearly one we can define accurately as the worst of terrorists. They do not fight for some ideal. They simply torture for their own satisfaction. The european union must bann the sorts of treatments I was forced to endure, but eliminating the possibility of them occuring. Isolation cells must only be used as the last option, and then only for very limited periods of ‘cooling off’ time. Once a person has show the willingness to cooperate, they must be released into a more humane environment. One conducive to ‘rehabilitation’.

What I experienced could only serve to increase violence, hatred, criminality, and a complete lack of respect for police, and the legal system. The only reason I might ever NEED a gun would be to protect myself FROM the police.

Please read the earlier articles I wrote on my experiences so that you can place this particular experience within the wider context which gives it its ultimate meaning, and allows you to comprehend the mental state this context produced, which made the whole experience all the more terrifying, and which terrifies me still.

If not for the help of some good people, I would have left here immediately. I would not have even had the courage to risk going back to my flat to get my things. I will of course leave this area as soon as I can. And if I find that things are no better elsewhere in Estonia, then I will of course leave it. But to be honest, I have only ever had such problems with police here. I have lived in many countries. But only here in Kohtla-Jarve, Ida Virumaa, have I been the victim of such HATE CRIMES perpetrated by ‘police’.

My armpits ache. My back aches. My head aches. My wrists still sting and burn. I am still terrified. I hope I survive this experience, and find a way to put the experience to constructive, positive use.

PLEASE REMEMBER, THE ONLY THING I WAS CHARGED WITH WAS AN ABSURDLY MINOR, TRUMPED UP CHARGE OF ‘DISTURBING THE PEACE’ OF MY STAIR WELL. THE ONLY PERSON WHO WOULD HAVE SUPPORTED SUCH A CHARGE WOULD BE FAINA, WHO HAD TRIED TO GET ME LOCKED UP FOR PUTTING A LOCK ON OUR BALCONY DOOR, REPLACING THE ONE SHE HAD PUT ON, AND TO WHICH SHE REFUSED TO EVEN LEND ME A KEY, TO GET A COPY CUT FOR MYSELF. TWO DAYS OF THIS HELL. ALL THIS SUFFERING. ALL THIS ABUSE OF POLICING RESOURCES. ALL FOR SUCH A PETTY COMPLAINT. AND REMEMBER THAT THEY HAD COME LOOKING TO FIND SOME EXCUSE TO VIOLATE MY PEACE AND PEACE OF MIND. THEY KEPT CHANGING THEIR EXCUSE. I CANNOT BELIEVE ANYONE WOULD CONSIDER EVEN A TENTH OF WHAT THEY PUT ME THROUGH AS JUSTIFIED BY THEIR ‘CHARGES’.

PLEASE CONSIDER THIS A FORMAL DECLARATION, AN AFFADAVIT, A LEGAL DOCUMENT. I AM STATING THE FACTS OF MY EXPERIENCE, IN ORDER TO FORCE REFORMS UPON THE POLICE HERE. I REALISE MORE THAN ANYONE WHAT RISKS I TAKE. FOR I HAVE ALREADY EXPERIENCED THE POLICING PRACTISES HERE FIRST HAND.

I AM SURE THAT IN ANY CIVILIZED LAND I WOULD BE ENTITLED TO COMPENSATION, AND OFFICIAL PUBLIC APOLOGIES AND VALIDATION OF MY COMPLAINTS. NO-ONE CAN GIVE ME BACK WHAT THE POLICE HAVE TAKEN FROM ME. HOW IS ONE TO LIVE IN A SOCIETY WHERE THIS CAN HAPPEN. HOW IS ONE TO EVER BE ABLE TO FEEL SAFE AROUND POLICE. WHO WOULD EVER CHALLENGE THIS TERROR STATE’S ACTIONS IN PUBLIC, LET ALONE SEEK TO CORRECT THEM?

AND REMEMBER, THAT FOR EVERY ACT OF INJUSTICE, CORRUPTION, CRUELTY, SADISM, AND VIOLATION THAT WE DO GET TO SEE, THERE IS LIKELY TO BE A HUNDRED FOLD NUMBER OF SUCH VIOLENT ACTIONS THAT WE NEVER GET TO SEE. SO WE MUST BE VERY STRICT IN REMEDYING THOSE INSTANCES THAT WE DO GET A CHANCE TO REMEDY, TO SEND THE RIGHT MESSAGE. AND WE HAVE TO HAVE MUCH GREATER POLICING OF THE POLICE. WE CANNOT HAVE THE FOX GUARDING THE CHICKENS. I DO NOT DARE TO IMAGINE WHAT ATROCITIES HAVE BEEN COMMITTED.

In the end I was first taken to a cold room to wait. Then I was taken to sit in the back of a freezing cold police truck, with another poor unfortunate soul. I wonder how the police imagine they can engender respect in the people. Or is it only FEAR that they seek to engender? What plans do they have? Why such a large prison? It seemed empty. What are they planning? What abuses await the investigations of independent investigators? Is the ombudsman active and sufficiently resourced? Will I survive my stay in Estonia? Will I ever get over this horrific experience? Will I ever again be able to see a police officer or police car without being overcome with terror?

Oh, the Quentin Tarrantino film version of the ending of this story that I am working on will be great therapy for all those victims of police cruelty, inhumanity, injustice, indifference, arrogance, and self-righteous childish tantrums. And hopefully a warning to police that they are NOT invulnerable. They are only boys and girls with guns and power. But I do not know of a little dictator that did not satisfy that was not ultimately ‘hoisted by his own petard’.

Markus heinrich Rehbach
April 1, 2012
5-11 Pargitaguse, Ahtme, Kohtla-Jarve, Ida-Virumaa, Estonian

In a state of terror!

I did not sleep last night. I barricaded my door, in case the police tried to break in. I set all sorts of ‘alarms’ that would ‘ring’ if the lock were picked and the door opened silently in the night. If you read my entire experiences, and decide to give me a chance to prove everything, then you would understand and appreciate my feelings. Of course the police would try to use this as evidence that there is something wrong with me mentally. It is the cheapest and historically most effective means of terror at the disposal of ‘authorities’ of ‘terror states’ and ‘democracies’ alike. To silence and deliver any resistors of arbitrary rule into fates worse than death.

Now for the police to behave in any way that leads a person to live in such fear of them is completely unacceptable. Any police force that does not do all in its power to alleviate such anxiety’s is immoral. The police here laughingly film me as I express of fear of them, and the basis of it. They are sadistic bullies. School bullies fresh out of school, and given arbitrary power. For who is going to call them to account? They know now that they can do what they like, for all my complaints lead to NO investigations.

I begged every level of police and government I could contact by email that in future any contacts I have with the police would be with people I have NOT accused of victimising me. It is completely unacceptable to force me to deal with people who have been violating my rights, victimising me, and playing games with me. It is psychological terror that became physical terror.

I would not be able to comprehend what it is like if someone had tried to explain to me how horrific an experience an experience just like mine is. I felt like I had endure years of torture. 2 days of normal life pass by so fast. Those two days of horror passed as if they had been several years. I expected to look in the mirror and see an old, grey, haggard man. It was THAT horrible. It was torture. I am not just talking about the physical pain they joyfully inflicted on me.

It is incomprehensible to me that any reasonable right minded person would feel they had not inflicted more than enough ‘punishment’ on be just in what they did before they got me to the police station. And then over 2 hours of hell in the dungeon. Only a really sick, perverted, sadistic person could feel any need to ‘punish’ me for my ‘misdemeanours’, if indeed that had been the intenion. Clearly the intention was simply to torture me. To harm me. There was absolutely nothing remotely related to a desire for ‘justice’ or ‘law and order’ on the part of Sergei Ivanov (I may have the surname a little wrong) and Marko Lvov. Of course they must have been dealing with at least the complicity of their colleagues and superiors, if they were not in fact operating under their direct instructions, in torturing me.

Remember that all they could manage to work up as a ‘charge’ was a few moments of ‘commotion’ in the stairwell. At most calling for a verbal warning. As I was entering my flat at the time of my ‘arrest’, they can hardly claim that I was planning to make more commotion, more noise, and to continue in the actions that they were claiming to be directing their actions at stopping.

How can I explain how horrific it was. First try to imagine that you have no reason NOT to fear the worst. You have been denied all contact with anyone who might be able to moderate the police brutality, and give them pause to stop and consider the consequences of their actions. For they were sure of never facing any personal or professional consequences. The only person who could suffer would be me. Can you imagine giving sadistic children absolute power over someone they HATE?

I tried everything to adapt to the situation. I really feared it could go on indefinitely, and that I would lose my mind. I exercised but then I got sick. Then it got so cold. I only had that one sort of bed cover. It could not be called a ‘blanket’. I had to crawl up into a tight ball in the corner of the hell hole, wrapping the sheet around me, my knees up against my chest, rocking to try to keep warm, and trying my best to empty my mind and try to ‘not be there’.

The lights were brightest at night time, and there was always at least the equivalent of 100 watts burning through my eyelids when I tried to sleep. I was feverish the whole time. Anyone who suffers migraines will appreciate how painful and nauseating bright lights are. Anyone who has tried to sleep under bright light, with nothing available to cover their eyes with, will know that you cannot sleep.

THAT was part of the torture. Sleep deprivation. Continual exposure to bright lighting. Otherwise almost complete sensory deprivation. The radio stopped working pretty soon of they locked me up. But I could hear people enjoying a television program nearby. Probably guards sitting down to an easy night. I am sure they use solitary confinement simply to avoid having to do any work at all. Just three trips each day to the poor victim to bring food. The butter was rancid. I tried to eat the breakfast but I threw it up.

Remember that no-one EVER came when I pressed the button. I was told that if I needed anything, I should press that button and a guard would come. No guard ever came. I gestured continually to the camera in the ceiling, trying to convey my meaning that the button was not working, and that I needed help. I gave up in absolute dejection. It was the worst feeling. Utter powerlessness. To think human beings are still doing these things to other human beings, after all the education that has been attempted. How far have we advanced. I am sure these police would enjoy nothing better than torturing me again. I am in a terrifying situation.

I would rather die in a gun battle defending myself than risk going through this fate worse than death. And remember it was ONLY 48 hours. But you cannot begin to appreciate what 48 hours is under those conditions. Not knowing WHEN you might be released.

Imagine having been released, and then finding that the door is locked, and everyone ignoring you? It was insanity. Who is going to explain this? What possible explanation could there be? What were my terrorists planning? Who on this planet could justify sending people I made formal, serious complaints about?

What law allows sadistic children to decide on a whim to lock someone up in solitary for 48 hours, after denying them the chance to write a response on a misdemeanour charge sheet, and then sign it? What sort of inhuman ‘translator’ could sit there and smugly agree with the sadistic bully that it was reasonable? What sort of sick minds and souls work for the police?

It was complete and utter madness. I was no threat to anyone. I had not been charged with anything more than ‘making a ruckus’ and ‘saying that someone was not even there, was a bitch’. The ‘translator’s english was no better, perhaps even worse, than Sergei Ivanov’s. He spoke very good english when it suited him. And when not he was suddenly ‘forced’ to lock me in a dungeon to await an ‘official’ translator. When you read the translation of my last complaint you will laugh in disbelief. Of course they will not give me a copy of what I wrote. I have asked in writing, and with the official translator verbally translating. The female police officer just ignored the request, as she has ignored EVERY request I have EVER made. As they have all ignored ALL my complaints.

Only one police officer ever behaved appropriately. And his good work was overturned by his evil colleagues. Yes evil. What other term would you chose. Evil is as evil does. They have done evil, over and over and over. And done so laughingly, with great joy and happiness in their hearts. They love to be cruel and to inflict pain and suffering on the poor victims they get the power over.

How can I begin to explain how it feels. I don’t know if anyone could have explained it to ME before this experience.

Anyone who supports the use of isolated detention, especially in the dungeons of Johvi, should be forced to spend at least 48 hours in them. And then be told that ‘maybe’ they would be released, but that they would have to think about it. To just throw them in, bring food 3 times a day. And otherwise leave them completely alone.

I dare anyone reading this to try enduring that. Really. You have no idea. I had no idea before this experience what sort of torture it is. I would rather die than face even the PROSPECT of it again. I have not had an easy life. I am no prince of this world.

What I experienced was torture. If people in the EU and united nations sanction such practices then they are as evil as any of the ‘great’ terrorists of history. If we have made so little progress as humans, then I have no faith in the future of humanity. Who would want to live around humans knowing exactly what they are capable of doing with a smile, and with pure joy in their hearts.

The joy of the predator over their victim. The cat gleefully playing with the terrified mouse. That is the Johvi police force. And as no-one in the whole of Estonia, of the interior ministry, has investigated my complaints or responded in any appropriate or reasonable manner, I am left with little hope that, apart from a few ‘good cops’, the whole system is corrupted, malicious, and bent on terrorising an unsuspecting and innocent population.

I was offered another flat nearby, to move to while I organise my escape from Estonia. But I remember how in the torture cell I promised myself that IF I got out, I would make a run for it, and get out of here. I keep feeling that urge. But I do not want to let the police steal everything from me. They have already punished me for crimes I will never commit. It is kafkayesqe and Orwellian to think that they are also going to fine me 40 euros. What sort of compensation can you give someone for the torture, for the horror, for the terror of my ordeal. I will never be the person I was before this. How on earth could I hope for good things, have faith, in humans? I have studied the past. It is hard to face humans knowing what they have DONE. But now that I see that they are still DO-ING the same, what am I to do?

Writing this is the only thing I CAN do. I feel so much pain for all the poor creatures in the power of the police around the world. It is so sad and terrifying. And this is in the E.U. I can only begin imagining what it must be like in the ‘less’ liberal and developed parts of this world. Really. Aliens with good intentions would surely consider humans a ‘mistake’ at best. How could we possibly try to convince any superior species that we were worth saving?

I just bought a whole lot of music gear to record and mix my songs. There is no way I can take it with me. It is the equivalent of letting the police steal it from me. It seems so wrong to just run away. But then I remember how it was, and my promise to myself, and I am gripped with fear.

But I do not want the police to be able to do this to me, if it is at all possible to prevent this. But what hope is there of holding me ground? They can just bully me, make up some stupid irrelevant ‘charge’, and lock me up until I go insane. And I am sure I would. For I could never know what they had in store for me. Would they ever release me? Would anyone ever listen to me? One they had destroyed my mind they could just leave me to rot, claiming that they were ‘helping’ me.

Are they trained in these techniques of psychological and physical terror?

I still cannot be sure I can even get away. Will they drag me off the bus. I have little hope anyone would help me. If called out they would use that as an excuse to lock me up. I can completely understand how people are too scared to help victims, for fear of becoming the next victim. But right now you can help me with little risk to yourself. You can prevent you and yours becoming the NEXT victim.

Please, if I do get locked up again, get the German or Australian Embassy to immediately begin extradition proceedings i.e claim that I am wanted for some serious crime in Australia or Germany, so that they will be forced to give up their ‘plaything’. There are enough other potential victims to prey on, so they would unhappily comply. They would have one last play with me, and then hand me over, in pure bliss of knowing that I was going to another nasty fate.

Any human with a heart would euthanise someone before they would torture them as I was.

Again, I demand that anyone claiming that such practices are acceptable be forced to endure that ‘punishment’ which are they supposedly using to ‘rehabilitate’ criminals. Am I a criminal? A maximum 40 euro fine was awaiting me for the trumped up charges. How can that compare with the horror I have endure and continue to endure, and probably will be haunted by for the rest of my life. How can I be happy knowing that, should I escape, other victims will be suffering the same fate, as I walk around smiling, happy people enjoying their lives????

April 2, 2012

Markus Rehbach
Waiting in pargitaguse 5-11 for my real estate agent to come and escort me to my new temporary accomodations.

Every noise sends a sickening panic through me.

48 hours? Go on, I dare you. Try it. It is experienced as YEARS. You will never comprehend what torture you are inflicting on others until you have experienced it yourself. Until then you have no right to an opinion on the matter, let alone the right to DECIDE if it will be used on others. And remember, my maximum 40 euro misdemeanour charge is the only supposed justification the police had for inflicting this cruel punishment on me. And surely it was punishment. It was not in any way a form of re-socialisation, of rehabilitation, or ‘correction’. It is torture. It has no place in the world. If it is not illegal already, then if must be made so.

Day three

I am glad I got to talk to the friendly neighbour who witnessed what happened upstairs. The police cannot deny that she opened the door and saw us. She must have heard us. No police wordgames can deny this. When I saw her face it carried an expression I could not quite place, but now can easily interpret as ‘shock’. For she told me that was what she felt. She could not see or hear any reason for what the police were doing. But she has to live there. She can not afford to get involved.

I asked her if Faina had asked about the balcony lock. Asked who had put it there and if she had a key. Faina had not made any enquiries. My friendly neighbours had been at home most of the time since I changed the lock, explaining it was temporary and why, and giving them a key for it. My neighbour also stated that there could be little reason in any case, as Faina had her own balconies. The police persons complete page pluse typed complaint, the justification for harassing me in my home, or ‘I can knock on your door if I want to’ as Sergei put it. Keep in mind his English appears fine all the time until he puts me in the dungeon, after which suddenly words fail him and he has to leave me alone, with no explanation for over 2 hours, to get a supposed ‘interpreter’, who as far as I could make out could claim to have no greater english language skills than Sergei had. I have no reason to think she has any qualifications. All she did was read out what was already written, in ENGLISH, on the charge sheet. She did NOT translate the charge word for word or even sentence. She merely said I had said Faina was a bitch and had caused a ‘skandale’. I still cannot believe her cold-blooded responses to my please to be allowed to sign the form, even though they were denying me my legal write to respond.

Now Sergei’s English was so good that he made it clear that the reason this child-thug-sadist-bully was throwing his tantrum was that ‘I had wasted enough police time…not quoting him…just the gist…that he felt I played with the police. For often I had no idea what was going on, as they filled rooms with police at ‘interviews’ I had been promised were meant to deal with MY complaints against Faina.

Now there is NO way in the world that what they did could be justified in ANY way. But as they are mere vicious children, I want to explain to them that I have EVERY right to write and say what I have, based on the FACTS of my situation. Not doing so would have made me a zombie. A NON-person. A mit-laufer.

None of the behaviour would have happened if the police had ever done their sworn duty and been competent and conscientious from the start. And of course if Faina was not, how can I put it…evil? Insane? Hate-filled? Full of an overblown sense of self importance? A petty dictator? Now I see why the police love her so much. She is just like them. It is scary. Terrifying. I don’t want to pretend to be a tough guy. They have broken me. But what they don’t get is what they ‘achieve’. Either a placid, 1984 big brother Nazi Bolshevik terror state, or a simmering hotbed of violence i.e I completely understand why Americans will not give up their guns.

Now do not try to twist my words here. I do NOT own a gun. I am NOT a violent person. I am expressing how I FEEL. I am trying to explain how dangerous this situation is for the nation. For if I feel this way, then I am sure others will too. I can not see how this could be an isolated incident. It is a structural problem. It is a police state. With police policing police. With arbitrary use of force and violation of human rights. All to terrify people into acquiescing to their arbitrary rule. I understand exactly why people are so nervous about standing up against the tyranny of a Faina and the police.

So at great risk of being punished for merely expressing a feeling (rather than bottling it up and wearing a mask, adopting a persona, living in denial, numbing etc…all of which end up killing a person and leaving a zombie, or exploding in acts of unplanned violence), that IF I HAD A GUN, THEN I WOULD RATHER DIE IN A SHOOT-OUT WITH POLICE PROTECTING MY BASIC HUMANITY, THEN TO LET MYSELF FALL INTO THEIR HANDS AGAIN. And I cannot be the only one who feels like that. It is intolerable, a fate much WORSE than death, to be in the power of sadistic, self-righteous, vicious, more or less children with guns. O.K guns I can deal with. What they have is a complete apparatus of state power behind them. They can lock you up, and leave you to rot in a cell. It is torture. NOT ‘corrrection’.

What was it they were supposedly ‘correcting’? This. I had the nerve to stand up to them. How dare I imagine I have rights and that they have responsibilities? How dare I get upset at their abuses. How dare I show genuine emotions. How dare I raise my voice above a whisper in their presence, and then actually to contradict or question THEM!

Now let this be clear. I express my feelings in words, and music. I have never threatened anyone. The last time I actually hit anyone I was in primary school. And I only hit them on the shoulder. And afterwards I felt so bad about it, that I have been unable even to defend myself . I have held my arms by my side as people have punched me full in the head. Merely because I did not want to risk hurting THEM. If someone is in the Nazi party and I call them a Nazi, then I will use language for what it was meant, and appropriately. They are a Nazi. If someone uses terror tactics to frighten someone into submission to their arbitrary whims, then they are terrorists. If a state condones and allows this then it is a terror state. If you commit crimes, repeatedly, over a course of years, then you are a criminal. I will not live in an Orwellian 1984 of NEWSPEAK. Words have meaning. We use them to communicated facts, ideas, and meanings. The police I have dealt with are terrorists and criminals. So far everyone I have contacted in the government here has done NOTHING. They condone the actions implicitly. And thus Estonia is a terror state run by criminals. How far will it go. Will the survivors one day speak of ‘ The criminal Estonian Dictatorship’ and all its sad victims? And this less than a generation after the Russian speaking minority commited mass horrors upon the Ethnic Estonian population, and anyone like me who dared challenge their assumed, arbitrary power. Of course they all felt like the police feel towards me. Completely justified. They have become emboldened by their power. They are drunk with power.

What can justify the Estonian police from mocking me? Laughing at me. Ignoring my requests for medical attention. Locking me up for over a day after I had already been released? I really need THEM to explain themselves. That is the most sickening thing. The only police officer who ever did their job was clearly Estonian. I had hoped he represented the others. However it seems he is a rare gem. I really worry for his welfare.

Ask the police for a copy of the video they made. Of course they will never show you the dungeon they threw me into for over 2 hours. I asked the interpreter to have a look. She wouldn’t. And Marko gave me an evil look as he put on his ‘fighting’ gloves. They were just itching for the slightest excuse to assault me again.

What excuse did the police give for all of this? I expect there will be different paperwork from the ones I tried to sign when it comes to showing the ‘public’ these documents. I suspect they will come up with some lies. I suspect they will simply deny everything ever happened as I describe it. They will try to claim that I have mental problems, and that they were concerned for my welfare.

I will write up a very cathartic film screenplay. The first half will be exactly what happened, and it will develop from there into a sort of Quentin Tarantino film…which will be very satisfying… and I think the public here will love it…for I cannot find a single person here who has any respect for the police…everything I hear confirms to me that this is a terror state, a police state…

AND THE EU HAS ABSOLUTELY NO PLACE FUNDING THIS TERROR STATE. IF YOU ARE CONSIDERING INVESTING HERE, OR TRAVELLING HERE, MAKE SURE YOU TRAVEL IN GROUPS, WITH LIVE STREAMING VIDEO CAMERAS, AND A HOST OF LAWYERS AT YOUR SIDE. THIS COULD EASILY HAPPEN TO YOU. SOME ENVIOUS YOUNG POLICE THUGS MIGHT TAKE OFFENCE AT YOUR ACCENT, YOUR TONE, YOUR DARING TO STAND UP FOR YOUR BASIC LEGAL AND HUMAN RIGHTS, AND DO EXACTLY TO YOU WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO ME. AND SO FAR I HAVE SEEN NO WAY TO REMEDY THE SITUATION. I HAVE CONTACTED SO MANY MEDIA OUTLETS AND PEOPLE AND THERE IS NO SIGN THAT ANYONE IS GOING TO DO ANYTHING. IT MAY WELL BE POSSIBLE THAT THE POLICE HAD THE LEGAL RIGHT TO DO WHAT THEY DID. THAT IS A TERRIFYING THOUGHT. I HAVE NO WAY OF FINDING OUT RIGHT NOW. IF I SURVIVE THIS, I WILL TRY TO CLARIFY IT. IN THE MEANTIME THE EU SHOULD FOCUS ON HELPING THE PEOPLE, AND LEAVING THE AUTHORITIES OUT OF THE PICTURE. NO NEW MEANS OF TERROR. NO MORE FUNDING OF TERRORISTS. HELP THE PEOPLE. FIND OUT WHAT THEY NEED. THEY NEED A LOT. WORK WITH THE PEOPLE.

IT IS UNBEARABLE TO THINK OF ALL THE POOR VICTIMS ROTTING NOW IN POLICE CELLS AROUND ESTONIA.

HUMAN HISTORY IS FULL OF TRAGIC REVOLUTIONARY UPRISINGS, WHERE PEOPLE DECIDED THEY WOULD RATHER DIE FOR THEIR LIBERTY THAN LIVE AS ZOMBIES IN A TERROR STATE. THERE ARE MANY MANY FATES WORSE THAN DEATH. TO ALL THOSE WHO FELL FIGHTING FOR LIBERTY, I HONOUR YOU IN WRITING THIS. I AM NO HERO. I GUESS THEY DIDN’T PLAN TO BE EITHER. WHAT THEY WERE WERE ‘MENSCHEN’. HUMANS. A REAL HUMAN WILL RATHER DIE THAN SUBMIT TO TYRRANNY. FOR THEY ARE NOT ONLY FIGHTING FOR THEIR HUMANITY, BUT FOR HUMANITY AS A WHOLE.

I ABHOR ALL FORMS OF VIOLENCE. FACTS ARE FACTS. ARGUMENTS ARE COMPELLING OR OTHERWISE. NOTHING IS RESOLVED WITH VIOLENCE. IT ONLY BEGETS GREATER VIOLENCE. AND THOUGH SOME PEOPLE LIVE FOR THIS, MOST OF US WANT DIFFERENT THINGS. PEACE WITHOUT JUSTICE IS JUST A PAUSE IN THE FIGHTING. A TIME FOR REARMANENT. PEACE CAN ONLY COME WITH JUSTICE. OR IT IS JUST A PRISON STATE. TRUE PEACE REQUIRES INTELLIGENCE. IT REQUIRES GOOD WILL. IT REQUIRES THE WILLINGNESS TO ADMIT YOU WERE WRONG. IT REQUIRES FORGIVENESS TOO. BUT PEOPLE HAVE TO ASK FOR FORGIVENESS FOR IT TO BE GRANTED.

I wrote this for anyone with the good will and good judgment necessary to make this world worth reproducing.

I remember how fast my pulse was racing in the cell. I was in utter terror of the future. I tried ‘leave my mind’, to ‘break’ my mind, to leave this self to itself, in the cell…basically to become schixophrenic, to move into an alter ego, to split my mind into the one in the cell, and another one, not experiencing this horror. I tried excercising till I got the second migraine attack, and became so cold. It was hell. There is NO way to deal with isolation, and the position of powerlessness in a terror state. I had such terrible visions of being kept there until I died. I had no reason to believe anyone even knew I was in there. I was at the mercy of sadistic children, like a poor animal.

I asked the two people whose names I gave the police, as my ONLY right…i.e to have ONE person informed of where I was etc…and both stated clearly that as far as they know, no attempt had been made to contact them. These attempts would be recorded in mobile phone logs and email logs. If they had been contacted, then the police can show me these records.

Again, facts. Incontrovertible facts.

I have never TOUCHED a police person. I have reached for my identity card, after it was taken, and kept…even though my details had already been noted, and I was certainly known to police, and known to be living at that address. Police pushed and shoved me and all I ever did was try to slip past them into a ‘safer’ place where, at least if they continued to assault me, there might be witnesses. I never moved in any way that was threatening. There was never any justification for handcuffing me. They did it for their own pleasure. They enjoyed it. They were laughing and smiling all the time I was suffering. How on earth can a state give such people guns and such dangerous power, unless it is a terror state?

Why put me in a freezing cold police wagon? I was half naked, as my neighbour put it. I was sick. Why not let me call a friend to pick me up? Even my real estate agent? I was terrified that they were taking me back to the dungeon. There was nothing to hold onto in the back of the wagon. It was freezing cold steel. I had not ONCE EVER behaved in any way that indicated I was any danger to anyone. The worst charge they had made was a misdemeanour of making a ‘skandale in the stairwell’, which meant perhaps raising my voice when being pushed around my police for no reason, and the claim that I had said that Faina was a bitch. Please, in any case, talk to my neighbour in flat 10 and to my real estate agent about her, and her relationship towards me from the first time she saw me.

When I was let out and felt that they were not going to stop me, I walked straight through the snow and cold to the library. I was terrified that Faina or police would be waiting for me at the flat, to continue their ‘fun’. I waited until my friend was in town, and then spent the whole day with him, in my stained shorts, sandals, and fleece. I could not risk going to my flat alone. I waited until someone could come with me. Thus the police have stolen my sense of safety. They stole 5 days from me so far. I have had to move. I cannot risk being in my flat alone. Any moment the police could come and torture me again. Faina could punch me in the face and scratch me, knowing full well I could not risk raising a finger to defend myself. This is the nightmare of a police state run by sadistic children. They had me in their power like children have poor defenseless animals in their power. And so many of these children are thus somehow, by their natures, motivated to use this power to inflict pain and suffering upon the animals. This describes my experience of the police in this district, for the most part. If there were any ‘good’ police, then they did NOTHING to help me. Mitlaufer.

I cannot enjoy this sunshine, for I am living in fear that at any moment the police will come and renew their fun and games with me. Fun for them. Torture for me. Sadistic children given absolute power over you by the government. Now if that does not define this state as a terror state, then what could?

I will try to upload this somewhere. I have to go back to my old flat to get some things, to make sure no-one can possibly have the slightest reason to complain. I have to repack and work out how to get away from here, without risking any contact with the police. Remember that police here are also the border guard. I will sign anything they give me and pay any fine. I have no choice. But please never let that be used to say that I agreed with anything I signed, or that I admitted any guilt. In a terror sate, in this orwellian nightmare, you agree that 2+2=whatever they say, and really FEEL it to be true, and really FEEL that you are being treated fairly by a big brother that only has your interests at heart, and you FEEL that if you cannot FEEL this, that you must be mad, insane, crazy, a criminal, and thus you FEEL that you deserve whatever they do to you. I just endured 48 hours of my own personal
‘room 101’. It is so scarily strange that I had just described this scenario in a blogg, as my own personal FATE MOST WORSE THAN DEATH. In that book and film, the police deliberately torture the person who dares challenge them, to brainwash them into FEELING that they are a criminal, that everything they thought before was wrong, so that when they finally free them by killing them, the person has been totally broken down into a simpering, mindless animal. They are such sadists that it is not enough to kill you, and take everything away. They have to have the ultimate satisfaction of such sick minds, of breaking you completely in spirit.

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What do you do when people with guns and the right to shoot you tell you to leave ´their´country ?

Posted on October 4, 2012. Filed under: Estonia...State of Terror |

This is an open letter, which awaits your official response, Tatjana Saulits and Maksim Smirnov, supposed Police-Officers, and even more dubiously, public servants.

This is the first time in history that I have begun to share most of my acquaintances’ opinion of police. I guess I just overlooked my treatment at the hands of police in South Korea. My experiences there were so incomprehensible that, well, you will just have to read my book about it to see what I mean.

Up until now I have always been ready to help the police, and considered them allies in making society safer and more just. I have helped them get their job done, without wasting their time getting warrants etc. I considered that if other people were trying to use them maliciously, the least I could do was help them discover this fact as quickly as possible, so they could be free to actually prevent, investigate, and solve actual crimes.

However since arriving in this region, I have seen how unprofessional and malicious the local police force is. Not a servant of justice and peace. Rather childish and malicious. Two very dangerous qualities to see in people entrusted with deadly weapons and a monopoly on force, including deadly force. If I were looking to recruit extremists into some sort of nationalist terrorist organization similar to the Nazi S.A, then I would look for recruits among the local police force. This is no joke. It is terrifying. To think I pay taxes to people so they can mob and victimise me. Oh, you should keep in mind that the Nazi’s ‘eliminated’ a.k.a ‘liquidated’ the S.A as soon as they got into power, a friendly reminder for all those would-be neo-Nazi thugs in Russia and Germany! : )

Do you want every Russian in every nation to be told, by a very threatening, armed, large, angry man, in front of the police no less, and even worse, an actual armed member of that police force, to ‘Go Home‘? And with the full tacit agreement of all those present?

How many Russians in Russia do you know that would NOT give everything to be a citizen of EUROPE? How many Europeans do you know would give up their citizenship to live in Russia? How many Russian police do you think would tell the average Estonian-born ‘Russian’ police officer to ‘Go Home’, meaning to go back to ESTONIA?

On the Third of October, 2012, in the main police building, in an interview room, Maksim Smirnov hissed, in front of 2 other police officers, and one interpreter ‘Yankee go home‘. I ignored the insult of being mistaken for an American and replied ‘This is my home’. To which the uniformed Maksim Smirnov (Could they really let people like him and the fellow who crushed my foot in my door actually become police in this day and age?) angrily shouted, ‘This is your home?‘ ‘NO!’

Now you can read the rest of my complaints, which so far the police have not bothered to deal with, in my police files. They refer to constant bias against me, failure to carry out their duties, prejudice, malicious behaviors, and what appears to be deliberate victimisation and mobbing, all on the part of the local police force.

What role could loud mocking laughter, angry malevolent looks, and typical school playground psychological warfare, all have in a ‘professional‘ policing situation?

How does a verbal complaint about making loud noise (all of which was a response to massive provocation, all a result of the failure of the police to do their job in the first two instances) end up in three lengthy visits to an ‘out of the way’ police station, and a rather thick file?

But charges of assault, malicious damage, slander, ‘hate’ crimes, physical and verbal abuse, and constant breaches of my rights, not to mention the peace and tranquility of the entire flat, by a clearly malicious and monstrously self-important neighbour, they all go without any response. Oh yes, I have submitted written emails, hand-written statements, and attended the police station three times about these, but all the police do in return is to ask me to endlessly repeat my responses to the misdemeanor noise complaints, over and over, like some sort of game, some sort of Kafkaesque ‘Prozess‘.

Why were the two people dressed as police, one armed and very very loud and aggressive, needed to oversee my re-writing, for the 5th time, of my response to the noise complaints, which, as I said, arose only after the police empowered my vicious malicious neighbour to become my worst nightmare?

Intimidation? I think having a person with a gun, dressed as a police officer, coming into my home after I explicitly tell him to stay out, opening doors and turning lights on and off, then childishly turning on the lights in closed rooms, quite intimidating enough.

Now it appears that all this intimidation, bullying, and threatening behaviour has the full support of the entire police force here. For these last acts occurred in front of three other police department employees, including the supposed district senior officer, if the translation is anything to go by, none of whom raised an eyebrow.

And as far as I can tell, NO investigation is being made into ANY of my complaints against my neighbour and her boyfriend for assaulting me, for the police-officer for crushing my foot in my door, against the owner of the dog that bit me, ETC.

I asked over and over for the name of the superior officer in the police department that I could go to to make these complaints. In the presence of the official interpreter, and at least two other police officials, all who appeared to have a good understanding of English.

Of course I wonder at these bullies who like to pick on vulnerable individuals, when they have the full backing of an entire armed police force. Would they be so cocky if I left them alone in a foreign country?

Do they WISH Russian and Estonian nationals currently residing all around the world to be told to ‘Go Home’? That the country which they thought of as home, was in fact NOT their home?

Please take a quick look at the population statistics for this region. Why are so many people leaving? Surely you should be happy that some people actually decide to COME here. Or would you prefer ever increasing unemployment, decreasing property values, and the noncommittal increasing violence and crime?

What is your motive? How childish could it possibly be? And they have given you guns and all sorts of special privileges, a monopoly on violence. What could the government be thinking, giving guns to infantile school-ground bullies and thugs.

Is it war you want? A nice little war against one isolated, vulnerable individual who would be insane to fight back? Like they wanted in Korea?

Or would you like me to fly to Germany, go to a few meetings with some young, energetic, nationalists, tell them about how keen you guys are here to fight foreigners, and maybe hire a few buses to bring them here so you and your thug mates can fully express your anti-foreigner sentiments? I’m sure enough of them could buy weapons here to even up the playing field, if it really is WAR you want.

You are enjoying the benefits of being Europeans. Tax payers in the countries you consider my home have sent billions of hard earned Euros to your region to help with its development. And yet you victimise its citizens, and tell them to go back ‘home’.

Your parents parents were NOT invited to come to live in this region. They came completely against the wishes of most of the local inhabitants. And yet you DEMAND they treat this as YOUR homeland. On the other hand, this nation you belong too very keenly sought entry into the Europe that I come from. I am a guest here.

What if every German who once had ancestors living in this land came back and demanded, like yourselves, autonomy? Spoke German. Had German police officers. Told Russians to ‘Go back home to Russia’?

As far as I know you ARE officially WELCOME to return to what you think of as your motherland. So why do you stay in Europe, if you have contempt for all it stands for? How do you think Europe became the place it is? Why do you think Russia is the place it is? I have lived there. Have you? Do you really think the Russians consider you Russian? It is sad but true that they probably do not. Like the German public servants who told me to ‘Go Home’ back to Australia, even though I am a German Citizen, and display many more of those good traits most traditionally associated with Germans than any of them.

What do you gain by hating foreigners?

What do you gain by losing tax paying citizens?

Since when did the Police have the right to demand I tell them what I am doing for a living, when I have committed no crimes, nor am I under and suspicion of having done so?

Do you think business people will invest in a region with such a clearly childish, dangerous, malicious attitude to anyone from outside?

What does it say for human nature when a group of people who have enjoyed every possible sort of tolerance and patience by the community of people whose ancestors were sent by their ancestors to concentration camps, who all have family members who were murdered by them, deported to Siberia by them, forced them to learn a foreign language by them, and treated as second class citizens by them in their own land…, could then show absolutely NONE of the same qualities when it comes to OTHER foreigners? Have you learned nothing?

You complain about human rights, demanding the right to have your foreign language accepted as an official language in a foreign country. Did you know that ENGLISH is the official language of the EU? Of the EU that has sent so many good things your way?

There is a HUGE amount of land on the other side of this border, just waiting for you to settle and turn into the Russian paradise you imagine your attitudes capable of producing, if you think that defining yourselves as Russian, or German, or Korean, is the key to producing lasting prosperity and peace.

If on the other hand you want to be a part of the most prosperous and peaceful, just and fair community in the world, the EU, then you will need to start thinking of yourselves as HUMANS. The EU is far from perfect, but how many Russians would prefer to live THERE, and how many Europeans would prefer to live in Russia?

Here you have one European who has chosen to live in the ‘Russian’ part of this country, against all the warnings of people from his various ‘HOME-lands’, and the local indigenous nationals of this country. Someone who planned to make a considerable investment in it. Someone who has a contribution to make. Someone who asked NOTHING of you at all except to have their legal rights defended by those who have the very good job of defending them.

Maybe you should work for a few years at McDonalds, as cleaners, taxi-drivers, and security guards, so that you can learn to appreciate just what a good job you have.

I challenge Maksim Smirnov to make a written reply to this letter. I challenge Tatjana Saulits and everyone else in this policing district to respond.

I invite any productive response from the public, no matter where they call ‘HOME’.

Your home is where you live, where you try to produce value. Ask the people around where I live if they know me. Ask them what their impression of me is. Ask them if they think that the way you and Faina and her friends are treating me is how they would WANT you to treat me. Ask them if they would like all their friends and relations currently residing in foreign lands to be treated the same way.

I appreciate you are all young and probably do not have the best training and education in the world. And I understand all your motives. I am human too.

What I offer is the chance to move forwards, in a POSITIVE direction. I do not seek to have anyone punished for what they have done to me. Not even the dog who bit me, and continued to terrorize me for months after. It is just a dog. I wonder if I should reasonably expect more of humans. The dog just does what feels good to it, with little consideration for what is right and just. What about the police officers in your district?

Sure you have all the power over me here. Big deal. Whoopy. You can shoot me, beat me up, put me in jail, deport me, and probably get away with it. It might feel good, like the dog that bit me felt good. But how will it contribute to the prosperity and peace of your region? Will it bring jobs here? Will it bring investment here? Will it bring tourism? Will it bring a brighter future for yourselves and your children?

I hate writing. Why? Because attempting to reason with the average human is usually like trying to reason with a brick. Pretty pointless. But I feel guilty if I do not give it the chance to prove the rule. And I guess I am still naively optimistic at some level, and still harbour some vain hopes for human-kind. Like people who still believe in gods and eternal love. I am just a born romantic.

I have been told by various police forces around the world that I need my own police force and army. I’m still working on that. I hate all forms of violence, and hope that I never have to employ my considerable intelligence towards employing any violent means to gain natural justice. The law of the jungle. I don’t want to live in a jungle. All those big noisy apes and baboons beating their chests, ‘defending’ their ‘territory’ ETC. So I have taken a lot of crap from supposed ‘people’. I have moved away and left my attackers behind. But the earth is so small. I am running out of places to run away to. And each day it is looking more and more like a jungle to me. Is it time to stop pretending, and to change my responses, and accept the consequences? What sort of a life is it, to be constantly running from injustice? I wonder what Nietzsche would advise? ‘Live dangerously’ perhaps. Or will I go the way of Buddha?

All the best, seriously, no sarcasm or irony intended

Anyone who knows me knows I am a person of good will who is desperately trying to get it right, to make this world one WORTH reproducing, rather than one ‘morally’ worthy of complete destruction, as I think any reasonable NON-human from another planet would probably conclude : )

This is a public document, available to the public, and open to public response. I think it best not to write it up in German for the time being, as I know there are quite a few young nationalistic hooligans who would love ANY excuse to commit acts of violence. And defense of a fellow national has always been the favored excuse for acts of violence throughout human history. So I will keep this in English, to avoid fueling any such undesirable potential consequences. I wonder if this will disappoint all those people here apparently really keen on a fight. Or do they only like fights where the victory is guaranteed by perfect isolation of an individual in the ‘enemies’ territory’. Complete psychological and physical superiority?

Oh, who is responsible for responding to official complaints against the police in your region? I am certain that I have the legal right to an answer, and that you would be failing in your duties, and NOT meeting your legal obligations, by refusing me a name and email address of a person who might actually investigate my claims.

All I want is to be left in peace, and to have my rights protected, vis a vis my malicious, recalcitrant neighbours. I have no interest in pursuing any of my valid complaints against them or the police force. All I want is a guarantee that you will get my neighbours to stop violating my legal rights, and that you, the police, will not abuse your powers, of whatever nature, against me.

I will of course start looking for somewhere else to live. So don’t worry about me hanging around, investing in this region’s future, paying rent, buying goods and services from your local businesses, paying taxes so you can enjoy good working conditions, and of course ensuring that when it comes time for you to retire, there will actually be any money to pay out in pensions to you. Don’t worry about all that. You can rest assured that you will be spared all that. Oh, and I won’t bother trying to teach anyone that pesky world language that the whole world is so desperate to learn so that we can all communicate with each other in at least ONE common, shared language. I won’t be around trying to make everyone feel that the PLANET is their home. One that we ALL share.

‘Markus, are you being facetious?’, I hear Mrs Adams asking.

I hope at least you have a sense of humor. And not just a malicious one that gains pleasure from the discomfort, mocking, and suffering others.

All the best

Markus : )

P.S you did NOT ask Imre my Real Estate Agent the questions I asked you to, and which any
reasonable person would expect you to. The same goes for my MALE neighbour in flat 10, whose email address I also gave you. It would have taken you two minutes to email these simple questions to these two MEN. I repeated over and over that it was the MALE occupant who told me HE had witnessed the acts of the police and my neighbour Faina’s boyfriend which form the substantial part of my official complaints. And yet to date you have NOT. Instead you get me to continually repeat, re-write, in email and by hand, the same old response to the same old specious and malicious supposed ‘noise’ complaint which you have still yet to actually EXPLAIN to me in any meaningful detail.

During two separate police visits you failed to tell Faina to leave my door alone, after I expressly you to over and over. The third time you were here you finally told Faina to stop disturbing MY peace, and maliciously attacking my door ETC , in other words, to leave IT alone. However within a week of this supposed verbal warning (which should have been the THIRD one), Faina is ordering my Real estate agent to ORDER me to keep my door shut, and threatening continued problems for me if I DO open it.

This is a CLEAR contradiction of the verbal warning issued to her by police. It clearly implies that her past actions were all maliciously intended to ‘make trouble for me’ as she indirectly put in in her later post-police-warning-threats to me. I have them in writing from the person she ORDERED to pass them on for her. And yet the police NEVER asked him about THAT, or her very first lies to him telling him that I was drinking all night, making noise all night, and that EVERYONE in the building was complaining about me, in other words she was trying to get me evicted very soon after I moved in, before any other issues arose concerning my door, or the balcony.

Is this normal procedure? Have I misunderstood your actions and motives? Or are they, as they appear to me, to be acts of smug complacency, mocking, insult, abuse of power, malice, and infantile bullying, victimisation, and harassment? I can not be sure at present. But the latter appears more likely to me.

You said that my visit on the 03.10.2012 would be about MY complaints. My SERIOUS complaints. And yet you left the room when I asked about my formal complaints.

Oh, and I hope you get a chance to visit your ‘HOME’, CHINA, Mr Smirnov. : )

P.P.S

After further assaults upon my door and my liberty, I was lucky to have a REAL police officer attend the scene. He was thorough, professional, and put all the other police I have had contact with here to shame, by comparison. I hope he does not suffer at the hands of his colleagues for his professionalism. I hope that finally I will left in peace to continue trying to be a productive member of humanity.

The reason we need very strong federal powers is that there are very few good people out there in the world. They need protection. This case is an example. The police officer who responded to my call did a very thorough and professional job. However the people back at the Johvi Police station have decided to ignore my written complaint, and make up a ridiculous one, making me appear ridiculous, and failing to instigate appropriate actions. Now this is a serious criminal act, on the part of those who are supposed to be enforcing the law. Enforcing. Not acting as law maker, judge, and jury. Not deciding which laws they will enforce, and which resident’s rights they will protect. This is an example of corruption. We need very strong and active federal agencies to stem this sort of typical, grass roots corruption. People like the police involved who never learned basic civics. People who feel they can act like a mob, and overturn the laws of the land. People who believe they have the right to decide what is law, who is a criminal, who will be protected, and who will be left vulnerable. People who do not understand the meaning of ‘society’. People who are paid out of my taxes to be the guardians of law and order, and thus society. This may appear to be a minor incident, however it could only occur in a general context of corruption. It is for this reason that judges often award massive punitive damages, as warnings to others. For every little bit of corruption that is revealed, and which comes to our attention, there is probably a massive background level of corruption which we do not see. This is why we need to have a policy of zero tolerance. This is why we have to ensure the police follow the law, and not make it up as they go along, acting as a mob, rather than the guardians of society.

I have contacted anyone I could find online regarding this matter. It remains to be seen if any public servant takes this job title seriously, and responds appropriately.

I am concerned as much for myself as for the police officer who did the right thing. I have experienced workplace mobbing and victimisation myself, and know how terrible an experience it can be.

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