Dear Mr Judge

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Explanation of My Situation

Dear Mr. Judge at the Immigration Office,

You said that you do not understand. You said you have never heard a similar story and have never read about similar events. I will try to explain it to you.

I am a prey.

I have been hunted for twenty-five years by my own nation.

The people of my nation are different from others. They love Nature, they obey Nature, and are members of Nature. Or, if you prefer Enlightenment.

Men would do everything to fulfill the orders. They would kill, mutilate, and torture another human being because they take pleasure in watching people suffer.

The people of my nation are trained to obey orders, like Pavlov’s dogs.

The hunt started at the time when Mr. Rop was a Prime Minister.

I am still alive. Not by my own volition, but rather by a twist of fate, or the action of God.

Yet I do not live. I have no friends, no partner, no family. My daughter left a long time ago. She is destroyed. She has known nothing but persecution.

I hardly ever leave the apartment. Where should I go? What should I do? I am penniless.

Every moment of my life is under surveillance. I am recorded day and night, even when sitting on the toilet or taking a shower.

When my parents were still alive, I flew to Canada and asked for political asylum. My application was turned down. The lawyer, Katherine Ramsey, removed every name and every date from my report, claiming they were not important.

Nature is thorough and has a well organised network.

Then you, the immigration judge, looked at the blank report and said: “Why are there no other reports on Slovenia in public?”

“You have no back-up to your story.”

Mr. Judge, have you ever heard of censorship? I wrote to every magazine in my country and to every TV channel. Nothing happened. The media are censored.

I wrote to multiple newspapers in Europe and America. Again, no reaction. I wrote to every agency in the EU dealing with human rights. They replied that Slovenia is an independent country and has to solve domestic problems accordingly. And to your knowledge, there have been over 360 motions against Slovenia at the European Court of Human Rights.

My application for asylum triggered far-fetched consequences. Not only was my application declined, I was not allowed to apply for asylum in any other country in the world. I was not allowed to fly anywhere except back to Slovenia. Canadian authorities held my passport. They did everything to prevent me from obtaining help. They told me I would be handcuffed and escorted by the police if I did not return to Slovenia on my own.

I had to return, and the torture continued.

After Canada, my every attempt to escape the country was unsuccessful. I had to return to the clutches of my enemies every time I tried to stay abroad. I was tracked down, and my life abroad became unbearable through bullying and persecution.

Dear Mr. Judge, you advised me to apply for asylum in Europe. It is not possible to ask for political asylum within Europe when Slovenia is part of it. I cannot travel to other continents because I have no money. My nation never allowed me to earn any.

Slovenian males have fun.

Oh, boy, do they have fun!

They violated me and shared videos online. They robbed my apartment six times. They invaded safe-deposit boxes in banks in Slovenia and Austria.

They put a tracking device on my car. I received over a hundred speeding tickets from Austria in the last ten years. The tickets arrive by post six months after my visit, and I cannot prove that I was not speeding. The fines are huge.

The state hacked my phone. My activities are under surveillance. If I apply for jobs abroad, I never receive any answers.

I write to journals, magazines, and newspapers in the hope of making my suffering known. Nobody ever answers. My demise is unknown to the world. I suffer in silence.

Every person in Slovenia seems to try to inflict pain and suffering on me. They wallow in my suffering. Witch trials were forbidden in the past; otherwise, I would have been burned at the stake.

Back in 2005, I still managed to receive help abroad. When my hospital refused to schedule surgery for me, I paid for it in Austria. I was lucky and stayed alive. The cancer had not spread yet. Had I not gone abroad, I would be dead by now.

When I had neuroborreliosis, the infectologist in Slovenia said I had imagined the disease. I went to Germany and tested positive for B. garinii. Nobody performed B. garinii serology in Slovenia. I survived only because, as a practicing physician, I could write my own prescriptions. Otherwise, I would have ended up in a psychiatric ward.

My other battles were unsuccessful.

There was a dentist who did not remove my caries. The infection eroded the bone, and I had to have my jaw ground down. It hurt a lot.

There was a gynecologist who told me he had intentionally burned my uterus during a routine check-up a year ago. I still have sharp pains and bleedings.

Hire a lawyer? They take my money and do not protect me. They never did. I have hired many lawyers many times.

A family doctor? They would not prescribe treatment. They would not return phone calls. I changed doctors several times. I always encountered the same passive aggression.

Dear Mr. Judge, have you heard of the Sarajevo “human safari”? Does it ring a bell? It is real.

Dear Mr. Judge, are you familiar with Milgram’s experiment at Yale, where people willingly applied electric shocks to others because they were ordered to inflict pain, even to the point of death?

Hunting humans is not a new game. The ancient Romans invented gladiator games. A trapped man, unable to escape, fought for his life until the mob voted for his death. Apparently, the ultimate thrill a human can experience is to take a life.

Mr. Judge, I am sorry you decided to send me back to my nation. I had hoped you would grant me life.

I had only one life. My life was spent on the level of a plant. I existed.

Anyway, this story is not finished. After so many years of persecution, I do not expect any help from people or from God.

I am an old woman now. However, I am not dead yet.