Madalina Dumitru States About The Tratment She Has Been Inflicted by The Authorities

Desperately looking for grounds to incriminate Gregorian Bivolaru, most of which had failed in the March 2004 attacks (i.e. drugs dealing, human beings trafficking, organized crime), the Romanian authorities had to invent an explanation for the abuses committed in the CHRIST operation, a unique action for the investigation agents in the latest 15 years.

Madalina Dumitru is the vicitim of the prosecutors’ attempt to incriminate Gregorian Bivolaru, whom they wanted to introduce as injured party. Claiming it’s her rights at stake, her own sister aggressed and threatened Madalina: she was camera recorded against her will; she was guarded under fire guns and even beaten.

In February 2005 Gabriel Andreescu, representative of the Association for the Defence of Human Rights in Romania – the Helsinki Committee (APADOR-CH) has talked to Madalina and she told him part of the psychic and physical sufferings she had been suffering:

“On March 18, 2004 I was at home with my friends Mirona Farcasi. We had just got up; we were barely dressed in our nightwear. Suddenly I heard some strong noises. I couldn’t believe what was going on. I was so frightened I thought I was dreaming. At a moment I thought I was going to die, I almost lost my senses. I thought they were thieves when I saw them ramming into the room. Mirona, Mirona, there’s someone here to kill us, I shouted. We wanted to hide into the wardrobe. Then I thought we should jump out through the window (but the house was two-storied). I could feel my heart beat in my ears; my heart was beatining like a drum. We had no time to make a move. They entered our room. They shouted: “Down, Down! Lie down! One of them came to me and kicked my breast. “Down! Down!” I hadn’t done anything; I was just staring at them in fear.

They said they had a search warrant and told us not to resist, for that would bring us serious trouble. They started to search around the ground floor, and then they went upstairs. They kept us like this for half an hour. At times they tried to silence us, threatening they would kill us if we keep on talking. Isaid to Mirona: they are going to kill us.

There came two lads who asked me to put clothes onand follow them. The prosecutor told me to follow them, not to oppose or I’d get in trouble. I could barely recognize my home; I didn’t even know where my bag was to give them my ID card. They were asking around, anyway: “Where is the minor? Where is the minor?”

They took me to the Prosecutor’s Office and showed me some girls in a hall. They asked: “Do you know any of these girls?” They were prostitutes. They kept asking: “Don’t they recongnize you either? Are you sure they don’t?”  I was so shocked that the moment they asked me about my mother whether she knew about my living in Bucharest I asked: “my mother who?”

Two hours and a half later there came a prosecutor. He told me to put down what they say and Mirona would be all right, too. “Your fellow, Bivolaru will be all right, too!” Meanwhile he was speaking on radio to the guys over there and they were telling him about the things they found at home… They asked me if Bivolaru could get in telepathic contact with me. They asked me when I had started the yoga classes. I started in 2002. They were quite surprised. They seemed to be counting. They urged me to write 2001, but I wouldn’t write […]. He asked me why I was a bad girl, that’s what Bivolaru had taught me? He said if didn’t write they wouldn’t let me go. The psychologist came, pulled back my hair and said: “Why are you stubborn, why don’t you write what the prosecutor is saying?” I started to cry and shiver. “Why are you doing this? That’s how they teach you?”

I was getting a terrible headache. They had a phone and asked for some pills. Then I got better. […]. They asked me to write that I had come to a conference in Bucharest and I went to Grieg by the end of the conference and I told him I wanted to be his girl friend. The prosecutor was getting hurried. He told me there would come somebody else in his place and start it over again unless I wanted to end it up right away. At times they would have me sing trying to disturb me in order to calm down and write. They said: “what can we do now if you have joined Bivolaru’s fellows, what can we do? Put that down and you’ll be safe, Mirona and you and that Bivolaru”. [As Madalina was giving the statement, her lawyer, Adina Solomon was trying to get in there but she wasn’t allowed]. Then, Madalina was taken back by car, late after midnight.

[Adina Solomon, her lawyer: On April 1st Madalina wanted to lodge a complaint. We went there of our own will and then we were shown the warrant for witness to appear. Then we weren’t allowed to get out anymore. They said: “You are in power of a warrant to appear”. When we got in there we were given the writ for a gynaecological examination. There is a report in the file, writing that Madalina declined this examination being done, for reason of decency and she was taken by force to the Forensic Medicine Institute, accompanied by some Police vans].

When we reached the Forensic Medicine Institute, they blocked the doors once we got in. Nobody could go in or out anymore. I kept trying to get out and I declined to be done that examination. Then they let us out when the yogis came there and joined together in a spontaneous meeting.

The doctors were flabbergasted. The gendarmes and the prosecutors were virtually shoving us. There was a policeman practically pinching me and I got bruises, he was quite nervous…

When we got out, they pushed us into a big van, with some masked gendarmes; we left the precincts of the Institute through the backdoor. I think there were quite 30 fellows running along with us. They took us to the Major Police Headquarters, for my family was there. They prevented Adina [Solomon] and Remus[my fiance] to join me, claiming they had no right to. […]

They put me into a prisoner van. They took me to my sister’s. I was taken by the Police. I was sequestered for 7 days, till I was entrusted to the Tutor Authority. They didn’t allow me to get out of the house for I would cause them trouble; I needed to get some pads and I had my niece go and buy some. I wanted to call Remus, but they wouldn’t allow me, for, they said, the phone is intercepted and I would bring them trouble. They took the phone in their room. My brother in law had taken some days off so that he could watch me. My sister had been told if they work together she would be hired as a secretary at the Police Station in Constanta. She got nothing instead.

There came three persons from the Tutors Authority. One of them said she wanted to be my best friend, that she wanted to help me and asked me to make a clean breast of it. I trusted her; I was hoping she would help. That was during the seven days, before I was entrusted to my sister’s family. I didn’t want to live at my sister’s. I went twice to the Office for Child Protection in Constanta, they treated me very well then. […]

I was only allowed 5 minutes for seeing Remus. I started to cry and to tremble: I had a breakdown. They told me I should stay with my family till I turn 18 and that I should attend another high school. I denied this. They said they could offer me a permanent companion in Bucharest. My sister objected: she wanted me to stay at her place.

I was supposed to agree on my transference to a high school in Constanta. I said I didn’t want to. “If she doesn’t, she’ll be left in the basket”, the headmaster of that school retorted.

Life was getting tougher at my sister’s. Once I was in the bathroom. There was a rift in the door. I didn’t think that somebody might burst in. “How are you, the poor abused?” my brother in law Marian cried as he entered into the bathroom. “What, you don’t like me to look at you?” I said that to my sister, but she didn’t believe me. Since that moment they had all sort of quarrels. One morning my sister came to me after she had a fight with Marian. She called me a whore and so on.

It was just before Easter. They brought a lamb. “Come and help me make the roast”, my sister said. “I can’t, I don’t feel like”, I said. “What, Bivolaru taught you like this, you always screw up your nose” she would bring me roast sandwiches, but I wouldn’t have them. I only ate bread and milk for three weeks, as they didn’t want to give me anything else. They would curse me and talk very rude to me. […]

 Once I went out in the street I walked to the corner, there were some cups watching over there in a car. There were two cups. I went to a McDonald’s. I ordered something to eat. The cups paid the bill. There came other supervisors around. If they sat at a table, there were three other tables taken around.

I was beaten by my sister and by Marian. Once I went out with Remus and I was about 15 minutes late. They called Remus, they threatened they would put him to jail. They were waiting me in the gateway. They grabbed me in the street; my sister hit me in my face. She was wearing a ring with a big stone. They followed me into the room and they pulled my hair.

They lodged me in a shattered part of the house. I ran away. One day before the agents from the Office for Child Protection had came to visit me. I told me about how I was treated. They would come every two or three days. That psychologist who had claimed she wanted to be my friend, made a statement on TV after she had visited me and said I was feeling all right and that I was adapting to it. They threatened me if I tried to run away they would take me to the Police and keep me there.

I ran away. I walked into the streets. That was a nightmare: I wanted to wake up of it and I couldn’t find the issue anymore. I came over a jungle. I was afraid not to put anyone in danger. I sent a letter to my mother. I had heard from Pavel that if I run away and get in contact with anyone from M.I.S.A., that person would be immediately put to jail.

I was wandering all over the country, having nothing but the clothes I was wearing. There had been a search warrant issued for me, also prohibition of leaving the country.

Read also:
The witness industry at the Prosecutors’ Office


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