by Martini Allarme more
17 June 2006
Source:
http://groups.google.com/group/alt.religion.scientology/msg/de4e1494daed7357
Source:
http://xenu.com-it.net/txt/ildikoe.htm
The disquieting story of Ilkido, OT VIII, and the mysterious
disappearance of her 26 cats
Interview made in April 2006 by
Martini Allarme.
In mid March 2006, a reader of my website sent me a curious
letter published by the daily Avvenire.
The letter said:
I HAVE BEEN TRICKED BY SCIENTOLOGY Dear Editor,
the follower of the religion called Scientology is convinced
that once he has reached a level called "OT 8", he will achieve
the skills of those Hindu gurus who manage to travel through
space without their bodies and who carry out magical actions
cancelling physical laws. Also, future reincarnations as human
beings or as animals are supposed to cease — thus conquering
immortality! — and the believer is supposed to meet with
happiness and success in his or her present life. This is what
the founder of Scientology, Ron Hubbard, has promised.
Unfortunately, ten years ago, I fell into the trap set by
this gentleman. To achieve the state of "OT 8" one had to make a
"fixed donation" (irrelevant of one's income) of at least 500
million Italian Lire [translator's note: more than 250.000
Euros]. I know this well, because, besides that amount, I also
spent a further 8000 dollars to find harmony with my husband,
who is an OT too!
When I finally reached the level of "OT 8" the results I
obtained were: a divorce, heart trouble, head ache and
tremendous nightmares every night (including an aggression by a
reptilian monster which puts me into a state of depression for
the whole day).
Luckily I have not renounced by Catholic faith, so I am still
able to think with my own head. Today there is a good
psychiatrist who is helping me to erase the outcome of the
psychophysical violence, of the interference in my private life
and of all the deceptions committed by the staff of Scientology.
And I am still waiting to get my money back.
Ildiko Bajnoczi — Appignano (Macerata) (L'Avvenire, March,
15th 2006)
So I started looking for Ildiko. It was not hard to find this
beautiful blonde lady of Hungarian origin. Appignano is a lovely
small Medieval village nestling amidst the hills of inland
Marche, everybody knows everybody else, especially the "lady of
the cats".
So here I am at last, in front of
Ildiko Bajnoczi, for this
long interview.
Contents
Well, Ilkido, would you like to tell me briefly how you got
to know Scientology?
I got to
Italy in the early '70s. I had had a difficult
childhood in Hungary, I lost my mother when I was still a child.
I had always been a fragile and insecure person. In 1982, I saw
by chance a TV programme held by Pier Paderni. He was speaking
about the "anatomy of the human mind" and Scientology. Life had
made him insecure but also very curious. There were things I
thought I would never be able to solve, I suffered from
panic
attacks, but I didn't want to start taking
psychotropic drugs, and
I wanted to take another road. That programme made me curious,
and attracted me. I remembered how I had once been approached by
people from Scientology while I was walking in the centre of
Milan. At the time, I went away, but I had promised myself to go
back. Which is exactly what I did. I started with a four hour auditing course of "Book One". I
asked whether there was something more powerful. They told me
about professional auditing, so I purchased two intensives which
I used for a procedure called "Life repair": I found this very
useful, it seemed to me as if the auditor could read my mind. At
that moment I felt a promise of happiness, a way to free myself
from suffering, and also a way to try out new paths.
I didn't know a "Bridge" existed. When they showed me the
"Chart Grade", and I saw that it was only the beginning of a
long road, I felt a strong determination to get to the top. If
so little had given me so much, who knows what I would find as I
rose up. I had great confidence. So I purchased all the auditing
up to Clear.
When I got to that level, I felt very contented and
enthusiastic. I felt well, I felt the energy flowing powerfully.
I still was not very interested in the
OT levels. However, after
a short period of time, that initial feeling of exaltation began
to weaken. At that point, the staff of Scientology are good at
their job, they speak to you, they handle you, they say you are
in danger, they create an atmosphere of mystery.
So you didn't hesitate very long to go ahead on the Bridge?
No. They work a lot on your wish to feel well, to be better,
to see life in a lighter way, to float on the surface without
ever going down into the "mechanics" to fight, it is very
inviting. I of course was curious to know myself, since I was
not very sure of myself, I also wanted to find out the reason
for so many things, so it was easy to handle me, they didn't
have to work hard. There was also the desire to be above the
masses, different, more powerful than other people. They work on
your ego, all of us want these things. It is as if a little
devil were talking to you, sell your soul and you will get
everything, power, beauty, riches. Of course they don't speak so
explicitly, but they convince you that you have to do everything
to to get there, once you've got there you'll have everything,
both from this life and after.
What were your experiences with the OT levels?
Before the
OT levels, I was sure I would become
omnipotent,
a kind of almighty. This is how the OT levels are presented
in the magazines and literature of Scientology. Those who
had already reached that level showed an incredible
confidence in themselves and power on life. I started out
full of enthusiasm and hopes. Then the trouble began. The
weirdest things started happening to me. I found the tyres
of my car had been cut, I got threatening calls. I don't
know who it was, who hated me that much. "But how can this
be", I said to myself, "I have just attested
OT3 or
4, why do
things like this happen to me? This kind of aggression?" But
I still didn't want to see. I justified and rationalised,
telling myself that I was
restimulating the "group
bank". I was
winning, and then the bank was putting all these trials in
my path since it was rebelling against my strength: I
considered these events to be a confirmation that everything
was working, it was a rebellion by the bank against my
power. Then just after I attested
OT 5 I got sick. I was in bed for two weeks with a 40
degree centigrade fever. I continued however to glide over
things, I didn't want to stop and reflect. I was very
perplexed, I expected to be strong, yet I was weak. I
rationalised it, thinking that now that I had freed myself
from so much mass, I was more exposed, and hence more
fragile. I rationalised, I kept on rationalising right to
the end.
After I attested
OT 8 — I
was one of the first scientologists to reach that level in
1989 (Ildiko
Tombolini - Scientology Service Completions) — I fell
ill. I wasn't able to stand up, I was disconcerted, I kept
saying to myself, how can this be, I attested yesterday and
today I can't even stand up, I was falling all over the
place, but I had to make an effort to appear strong and show
everybody how I had succeeded.
Did you tell anybody about your problems?
No. Of course, I talked about them with my auditors and the
C/S's, my story is all written down in my folders. But I never
spoke about it with the other scientologists. To the outside
world, I gave a happy and winning image, the
OT's cannot show
that they have problems. You learn how to show a social facade
where everything seems to be going well, showing yourself to be
a winner all along the line. However, I always had problems. After
OT 3 and
OT5, I
continued to have attacks of anxiety. They should have
disappeared after Clear, when you are supposed to have solved
your problems with the first dynamic. But things didn't go that
way. However, I saw this as a thrust to move ahead, I told
myself, "here, I'll go on to
OT 6 now, to
OT 7 "solo" auditing,
and everything will fall into place". I always worked honestly
at every level, on OT 7 I went into session 2 or 3 times a day,
it was in my interest to do so. My first intention was to feel
better. However, anxiety and troubles didn't cease.
In the meantime, I had received reviews on OT 3 and OT 5, I
had also done two L's and the OT Debug on the Ship. Years later,
after I attested OT 8, they told me "Ah, OT 7 wasn't done well,
we've got to do it all over again". So I went back for a second
time on OT 7
(Ildiko
Prosperi - Scientology Service Completions). They re-ascertained my state of Clear again, but everything was
OK.
And did you settle your problems at that point?
No, I continued to suffer from
anxiety, and I certainly could
not say I was well. Then in 1996 the "Golden Age of Technology"
came out, and they told us that all those who had done
OT 7 and
OT 8 had to do them over again, because they had seen that
nobody had done those levels well. After years and years, we had
to do everything all over again, at our own expense. So, 9 years
after I had attested OT 8 I went back for the third time on OT
7. In the meantime, I continued explaining things away to
myself, telling myself that perhaps I had missed something,
maybe something had not been done well, perhaps they hadn't
realised it, even though I had been to
Flag regularly
every six
months, to have my work checked as prescribed, and despite all
the reviews. I was convinced that this third time everything
would turn out well, I was very confident. I stayed at Flag for
6 months, but after doing no less than 12 intensives, each
costing 7.000 dollars, I found out that I was only halfway
through the programme. Between the services and accommodation, I
had by now spent nearly 100,000 dollars, but the road to go back
to "solo" auditing was still very long. It was 1998, and I had
run out of all my resources by now. At this point, I decided to
give up. I had spent all my money, hope and energy, and it was a
big failure for me. In the meantime I had also completed other courses and
services, such as the "False Purpose Rundown", the OT debug, two
L's. The L's are very powerful and costly processing, why did
they give it to me if something was wrong? I had been through
all the reviews, then I also started "Key to Life" but then I
stopped and had to give up. Something went into restimulation, I
was in a terrible state, I wanted to throw myself overboard from
the ship and swim away. Everything kept getting worse and worse.
But I resisted. Then they told me, "let's solve everything by
re-doing OT 7". I told myself, "of course, the problem is
certainly there, I'll put myself together again, I'll audit
myself every day and get strong, that way I can do everything I
want in my life". But I never got there. I ran out of resources
and had to give up.
However I was still calm. I still communicated with the
C/S,
I corresponded with the DofP, I even wrote to the Senior C/S
International, and he answered that he would have all my folders
reviewed, so that when I got back to Flag, I would find
everything in order and a new programme to work on. He told me
to go on taking other courses, and when I was no longer
"sickly", I could go back to Flag. So I went on attending the
Mission of Macerata, where I re-did
PTS/SP for the third time,
together with other courses which I don't remember.
Before going on with the last phase of your experience in
Scientology and the incredible story of the disappearance of
your whole cat colony, could you tell me about your marriage?
I was married twice. My first husband did a few hours of Book
One auditing, but then decided not to go on any further. He also
purchased some 30 million Italian lire [about 15.000 Euros] in
WISE services, but they sent him "out reality", and in the end
he gave it all up. After becoming
OT 8, I got to know the person who would
become my second husband better. We had got to know each other
when he was doing the sauna, but then he blew the "Purif". They
asked me to get hold of him again, and so I did. I don't know
exactly what I told him, but I managed to convince him to come
back, and right after, he bought it all, the
Clear pack and the
OT pack too. We used to see each other at the
Milan org, where I
studied, and I fell madly in love with him. I divorced, and soon
after, we got married.
Even though I was head over heels in love, our marriage
didn't work out. Our marriage was full of problems and strains,
and I suffered a lot. But I didn't give up. I told myself, "you
will see, when you are farther along the
Bridge, things will
work out, you will see, he will change, he will change", but he
never changed, he got to be
OT 5 and didn't change, he only got
worse. I resisted, also because I hoped that the
OT levels could
help him with this kind of conflicts. I also requested a
Marriage Assist and he didn't want to do it, but I told him,
"No, we can't go on living for ever with this weird thing
between us". After the Marriage Assist, he stopped speaking to
me. The purpose was to settle our problems, but he stopped
speaking to me. Whether we stayed together, or got separated,
there had to be a solution, but there wasn't. Later on for the
overwhelming stress I was experimenting I had to get the help of
a professional nurse and, at the time, a scientologist. Despite
everything, I was very much in love with my husband, and I am a
peaceful person, and this too is why I underwent so much for
such a long time. Then the last straw came, I got to the point
where I was no longer able to put up with it, and reacted. Only
then did I change, another blow of whatever nature would have
been the end for me. However, we are not settling things up for
the divorce, and he's showing good will and cooperation.
Meanwhile, Ildiko shows me a large folder of clinical exams
and ECG tracks which clearly shows that, although she is just
52, her health is not the best. I ask her whether, before
finally separating from her husband, she ever thought of
accusing him in court for mistreatment.
No. In Scientology, going to a judge against another
scientologist is considered a "high crime". One may only refer
to the internal justice system, one believes that it is the only
one which can work. I made a lot of reports "on the lines", our
family condition was well known, and it can be seen both from my
folders and from those of my former husband, but nothing
happened, nothing ever changed. My husband was submitted to
cycles of ethics, things went well for some time, but then they
became worse than ever.
What drove you in 2003 to want to go back to Flag, after five
years?
I was feeling bad, worse all the time. My heart had begun to
give me problems, I was very stressed, and unable to fight all
that stress with my own strength alone. Then a lot of my friends
and acquaintances who did the
OT levels had died relatively
young.
Giuliano Cocchetti had had a
stroke just after having
attested OT 8, then he committed suicide.
Daniele Pozzebon, OT
8, had died of cancer in a few months, and his son, an
OT 4, had
committed suicide just after his father died.
Enza Guzzo, OT8,
had died of cancer.
Paolo Meini, OT 8, had felt ill during a
session, and had died. Luigi, a restaurant owner in
Brescia and
OT 8, had died of a
heart attack. I felt, I had a perception,
that the next one would be me, and I didn't want to die. So I
decided to go to Flag. But I had to take care of my cat colony.
How did your love for cats start?
I always loved them. It was through them that I started to
taste life in one of its most authentic aspects. I was ten years
old, in Hungary, when a neighbour killed my cat with a pitchfork
because she had eaten her eggs. Then I was sent to a boarding
school, and I forgot that episode. At 25, in
Italy, I came
across my first abandoned kitten; it was something like finding
my own cat again. As years went by, it became a mission. I took
in cats of every race and with every kind of history: abandoned,
abused, ill, tortured. There was no cat asylum in my area, so I
made one, committing my resources and energy. I had them cured,
vaccinated, sterilised. 20 of them were also registered with the
town offices, I wanted them to be protected. The cats were my
family, and I gave them all the love a mother feels for her
children. My main worry, before leaving for
Flag, was their
welfare, how to settle them. So I organised things as well as
possible. I hired Francesca, a woman who hung around the Mission
of Macerata, to take care of them while I was away. I was
supposed to be in America only for two weeks. I gave her an
advance payment of 120 Euros, I left her with the addresses of
the veterinary who followed them, and of all the people she
should call in case of difficulty. I also left her the keys of
my home, where she could go freely and where she could live
while I was away.
Ildiko shows me dozens of pictures of her cats, at the time
they were found, and after she had taken care of them. Some were
paralysed, and could move only on their front legs.
When did you leave for Flag?
Never, actually. I was scheduled to leave around May 20, 2003
and I had arranged things with my Class IX auditor,
Bianca Galbiati and with the Letter Registrar Franco Carbognin. But
just before I was supposed to leave,
Giovanna Zurloni,
OT 5,
Sea
Org Member, recruiter for
SH UK and Director of Validity at SH,
who I thought was a friend, told me that plans had been changed,
and that I was no longer leaving for
Florida, but for Saint
Hill, in the UK, instead. This upset me very much, because as an
OT 8, I should be getting auditing only at
Flag or on the Ship,
but I was in a state of deep prostration, and I trusted her, so
I let her guide me. I got to Saint Hill towards the end of May,
not knowing that Zurloni had written a
knowledge report on me
which was very harsh, and which was never sent to me, violating
all the rules. I didn't know anything about that report, I found
out later. That KR made many false accusations against me and
said that as an OT 8 I had to work for Scientology, not wasting
my time with cats. My cats were creating bad PR among my
neighbours. At Saint Hill I started an ethics programme and the
" Pab 6".
What's Pab 6?
This is a programme which is assigned to
PTS's type C, people
with serious mental problems, hallucinations, people who are
very introverted. They take you around for walks, you do
localisation exercises and so on. If I think that I am an
OT 8
and I should be at cause on
MEST, the
Physical Universe, that
programme was worrisome and humiliating.
Then what happened?
When I got there, I handed over my airplane ticket and my
papers, as is usually done. I was supposed to stay for a couple
of weeks, but Rudy (Saint Hill's Exec Recruiter) kept on moving
ahead the return date without telling me why, and despite my
protests. Every day, I used to call home to ask about my cats
and Francesca, the woman that I had entrusted them to, told me
everything was going well, no problem. In the meantime, the
Saint Hill recruiters, Luisa, Rudy and Jonathan, told me that my
programme was done, that there was no new one or else that it
had got lost, and they handled me start the
EPF, that's the
first step to join the Sea Org staff. I told them repeatedly
that I had no intention of joining the Sea Org, that I didn't
feel up to it, I wasn't well, and that I had my cat colony and
several situations in
Italy to take care of. They insisted
telling me I could start the EPF while waiting to go back to
Italy and so on, it was just a mere, easy step just to see "if I
was suited". They put so much pressure that I ended up
accepting. The day scheduled for my return, however, they didn't
give me back my ticket, saying that I was on the EPF and I had
to finish it, thus forcing me to continue the programme. Then
the MLO Sharon signed the OK for me to leave. But three days
before my departure, my husband and
Giovanna Zurloni — both
OT 5 — came to Saint Hill. In front of the
MAA of
SH Marco Zurloni,
Giovanna's son, and an Italian staff of the Treasury, they told
me that my 26 cats had been "scattered" since the
beginning of
June, my apartment had been dismantled, all my furniture thrown
away and my personal belongings put into boxes that could be
sent to me at Saint Hill. The whole time I had been kept at
Saint Hill (one and a half months — I wanted to leave but I had
no money, and didn't know how to do it), I had gone on calling
home, and I kept getting reassurance that everything was in
order. When I heard that my poor kitties, some sick, others
paralysed, had been "scattered", with that terrible hot weather
(Summer 2003 in Italy was terribly hot, with temperatures above
40°C from mid May to the end of August), without food or water,
I was overcome by shock and ran away crying. I then had a
collapse, and I was rescued by
Marina Caporrimo of the Mission
of Macerata, Sea Org Member at Saint Hill. I was also visited by
an outside physician. I told him I was going back to Italy the
next day, so he didn't prescribe anything for me, but told me to
get a thorough visit when I got home. I was really afraid I
would die, my heart seemed to have gone crazy. My husband and Giovanna Zurloni returned to Italy at once,
and I left the next day. I was told that I would be authorised
to leave only if I signed a kind of agreement concerning both
the divorce and the promise, once in Italy, to take no legal
steps. I was feeling very bad, both physically and
psychologically, and I was very worried about the disappearance
of my kits. A terrible suffering had been inflicted on me, and I
only wanted to run to the place my husband had mentioned, to
find them and get them together again. I would have signed
anything to get away at once. At that point, I didn't have a
penny, and even my mobile phone had run completely out of
credit, I was cut off from the world.
When you got back to Italy, and what did you find?
I got back on July 7, 2003. I met
Giovanna Zurloni, who gave
me the keys to my car, but not those to my home, which I had
left with Francesca, the woman who was supposed to take care of
my cats. The keys, for some unexplained reason, were now in the
hands of Mrs Zurloni, who didn't want to give them back to me,
claiming that my husband had ordered her not to give them to me.
I was unable to go back to my home, which had been assigned to
me by the Court after our separation. In the meantime, my flat
had been vacated of all its furniture. My personal belongings
were packed in cardboard boxes and piled in the garage, and
Giovanna Zurloni, who was staying at a pension near
Treia, would
open the door of the garage whenever I needed anything. For a
few months, I was the guest of my friend and animal lover Piera
Alvares, who had also organised a hunger strike in
Macerata to
get to know what happened to my cats. A few months later, I
found the garage door open. So I went in and put in a cot among
the boxes. Next to the garage, there was a small room with a
bathroom and kitchen, and I camped out there for a week until my
husband discovered me. On the evening of October 26, 2003,
around midnight, I had gone out to get some personal belongings
in my car, and when I came back I found by former husband at the
door, "inviting" me in with a threatening air, and shouting at
me. I was terrified by his threatening and offensive attitude
and by his furious tone of voice. That night, I spent several
hours under the pouring rain, the neighbours are witnesses to
this. I later reported what had happened to the police.
Did you ever find out what happened to your cats?
No. My husband claimed that, since he intended to refurbish
the house even though it had been regularly assigned to me by
the Court, and seeing that I was away, he had captured the cats
two or three at a time and left them free in the open country, a
couple of kilometres from the house, near an abandoned
farmhouse. Together with my animal lover friends, we combed
through the area carefully, and asked the neighbouring farmers
questions. None of them had noticed the presence of cats either
then or during the following weeks, or found any dead animals.
My cats were domestic, they could never survive without food or
water. Some were half paralysed, and could not go far away. One
had recently been operated, his legs were bound by steel clamps,
and he still needed care and antibiotics. The area where my
husband claimed that he had left them is not very far, and at
least a few of them — no less than 26 disappeared — would have
come back home. But not even one ever did, and in all our
expeditions, we never found a single animal, dead or alive. My
friend and animal lover Piera Alvares made a hunger strike, and
the local press wrote about it several times, but nobody came
forward to give any information or say they had seen anything.
My cats literally vanished into thin air, and I am certain they
died. I really cannot believe that my husband "left" them where
he says he did. Some trace would have been found, precisely
because those little animals were not self sufficient. I don't
know whether my husband acted on his own, but I doubt it. I am
sure he had outside help, it's not easy to catch 26 cats. I made
a regular denunciation against him and against the woman I had
paid and hired to take care of my animals and who — when I used
to call from England — would tell me that everything was
alright, even though she knew my cats had been taken away.
What were the reactions of your scientologist friends, or of
the church?
Giovanna Zurloni threatened me over the phone, with my friend
Piera present and listening, saying she would have me kicked out
of the church — thus doing away with my spiritual freedom — if I
made any move with the law or the press. Other followers of the
Macerata Mission of Scientology wrote
knowledge reports, including Rolando Vissani BCO MC MSN, and
Giorgio Rapanelli, a student of the Macerata Mission. As the
founder of the local chapter of the
Green party, Giorgio asked
the animal lovers not to mention the involvement of my
scientologist husband and of other staffers of Scientology, just
not to cause bad PR to the church. I myself made many reports
uplines, even to the Chief of International Justice, to
RTC/Los
Angeles, to the MAA of
Saint Hill and
Clearwater, to
Mario Sala,
C.O.
Italy, but I never got any answer.
Rather, stories started to go around in the town I was living
in, that the cats had been eliminated because they were sick,
and that I had gone to England to cure myself of a sickness I
had got from them. This is false. Actually, I was at Scientology
at Saint Hill, sent there by Giovanna Zurloni and kept there
against my will; my cats were perfectly healthy, cured and cared
for with love.
Why do you think they sent you to Saint Hill instead of to
Flag as had been agreed on, why you were you kept there even
though you had no programme ready, and above all, why did they
get rid of your cats?
About this, I have no certainties, just guesses. I certainly
felt deeply betrayed by Giovanna Zurloni, an OT 5 and Sea Org
Member (therefore very authoritative) whom I thought of as a
friend, somebody interested in my welfare and in my
psycho-physical health. The only thing I can think is that I and
my cats had become a burden, something to get rid of quickly. I
have a divorce procedure underway, I live in a flat which
belongs to my husband, but which was assigned to me during the
separation proceedings by the Court. I would never have given up
my house and my animals, to whom I had entirely given myself
during the last years. Maybe somebody thought that if they took
my cats away, there wouldn't be anything left tying me to these
places. I am Hungarian, I am an OT 8 with all that this means in
terms of public relations for the church. I imagine that the Sea
Org would have found it useful to have a staff member who was an
OT 8, able to communicate with all those Hungarians who are
coming along the lines in the last few years. Not many people
speak Hungarian. At Saint Hill, I was put under a lot of pressure to join the
Sea Org and, although not being at all convinced, I had accepted
to start the EPF as I waited for the day I would return to
Italy. My husband, who is also an OT 5, would have found it good
to have a wife who was far away, engaged in "saving the planet",
and not interested in following up the divorce. The only real
problem were my cats, and the decision was taken to disperse
them. Maybe they underestimated my determination. As I said, I
have always been a peaceful woman, who suffered silently for so
many years. Maybe they thought I would just go on taking the
blows. But you get to a point in life where you have to react,
and I reacted.
And what are your relations with the Church of Scientology
now? Did your old scientologist friends help you? Did they give
you their solidarity?
In September 2005 I asked for total refund of what I had
spent to do the whole
Bridge up to
OT 8, about 250.000 dollars.
One can hardly say that I received the benefits promised and
guaranteed by the literature of Scientology. The Church of
Milan
answered that I had not received any service from that
association, and that I had never paid out any contribution. My scientologist friends simply vanished, as if I had never
existed. They put me aside like an old shoe. When my status was
useful to bring people "on board", I was sought out, served and
revered. Now I am simply a bother. On the other hand, I found
great solidarity from a lot of people I didn't know at all, from
my animal lover friends and from people who never heard of
Scientology. I also had a lot of solidarity from former
scientologists, some people even left Scientology after getting
to know what happened to me.
How are you now?
Not well. I suffer physically, I have heart problems after
the stress of all these years. I also suffer psychologically, I
have been diagnosed for
neurosis and I am being taken care of by
a psychologist and a psychiatrist. It's sad to find myself where
I started out — indeed worse — after 20 years of dedicating
myself body and soul to Scientology, which I joined in the hope
of solving my problems, and because of my refusal to use
conventional therapies. With two failed marriages behind me and
waiting for a divorce.
I say goodbye to Ildiko with my heart full of sadness. I
think of all those who, like her, have been the victims of a
great dream. The ten cats of her new colony crowd around her and
press against her legs. They at least will never betray her.
Martini |