The abduction of Caramen T.

This blog tells the true story of the abduction of my UNDERAGED DAUGHTER (Trivino Y Garcia Caramen, aka “Samui”) by my brother (Trivino Luis) and his wife (Cosima Pino, aka Mina Pino).

On August 14, 2018, I traveled with my under aged daughter urgent to Belgium to undergo a life threatening Aortic Aneurysm correction.

Although we did travel regularly from Thailand to Belgium and this usually went without problems, the course of this trip was different.

The trip started already with problems because of the taxi driver who would take us to the airport in Bangkok, so we missed our flight.

Fortunately, for a small additional payment, we were able to continue our journey and land at Brussels Airport, Zaventem, with only a few hours difference.

My brother had already expressed his state of mind before the trip by saying in a Messenger conversation that: "my room was ready for me as usual and my daughter could sleep in the CARAVAN".

From our arrival, my brother expressed his animosity and commented in a bossy and angry mood on everything.

Eventually I was able to go to the hospital on September 16 and undergo surgery.

At first, everything turned out to be normal and my brother came regularly to visit me at the hospital with my daughter.

Sometimes his wife was with them as well.

Everything was going well and my daughter was already looking forward to go back to Thailand and going back to school.

Unfortunately, on October 1, I suffered a post-operative bleeding and my artificial Aorta was leaking, requiring me to be transported back to Intensive Care.

From that moment on, the atmosphere grew grimmer.

Although my brother kept making promises that "I had to heal first and then he would evaluate the situation", his and my daughter's visits became scarse.

I was allowed to leave the hospital on October 12 and continue the rehabilitation at home, provided that I would strictly follow the rules specified by the hospital as written on the release note.

My brother agreed to those rules, but once we left the hospital it turned out that I had ended up in a real nightmare.

My brother drove the whole trip, from the ZOL to Diepenbeek, like a rally driver and I was sweeped from one side of the car to the other.

Each time with hellish pains as a result.

When we arrived in Diepenbeek, my brother first drove to the pharmacy at the Carrefour to collect my medication.

Although my brother was well aware that I could barely walk (he drove me in a wheelchair out of the hospital), he stopped the car 500 meters from the Pharmacy and forced me to get out and get my medication.

I tried to walk to the pharmacy, holding myself on every car on the way.

When he saw the pharmacist's attendant driving me back to the car in a wheelchair, his anger erupted and he got mad.

Back home, it turned out that the promises he had made beforehand had not been fulfilled.

I had to go to sleep in the attic room while the release note CLEARLY stated that I was not allowed to ride a bicycle or walk stairs.

Also, the home nurses that normally had to come to take care of my wound and give me Clexanne injections twice a day were not called.

That evening, when I wanted to take my medication, I realized that my vital blood thinners which I had in my travel case, CLEXANNE, were gone.

When asked where the blood thinners were, I got the sneering answer that "I was addicted to blood thinners and I should learn to kick-off from blood thinners".

My brother and his wife had cleaned the room and took my medication away.

On October 13, my brother left with his wife and my daughter for the yearly Caravan Expo and I took the opportunity to call his daughter Inge and ask if she knew a way to revalidate elsewhere.

My brother did warn me before he left that if I tried to call the hospital it wouldn't be my best day.

Fearing my brother would harm my daughter, I didn't risk to call the hospital or the police.

My brother's daughter, Trivino Inge, was working as a nurse in the ZOL hospital and was able to ask the department for advice.

I decided to call her.

Unfortunately, Inge had no place at home to take me and my daughter, but she promised to look for other possibilities with the Public center for Social Welfare (OCMW) department.

However, there was no response.

On October 17, I was so weakened by the lack of medical care, that I literally felt life fading away from my body.

If I wanted to leave that dungeon alive, I had to do something urgently.

Thinking about my daughter, I looked for a way out without calling the services of the hospital or the police.

My friend Karel Vandervorst, who had already offered me to stay with him several times before, was a possible option.

In the weeks before the surgery, my daughter had already stayed with them and their daughter several times, and had a lot of fun.

I decided to send a message to Karel Vandervorst and ask him if he was still willing to provide us a shelter.

I also CLEARLY told him that I needed to go to hospital urgently and that he would not need to provide accommodation for me.

Karel Vandervorst agreed and left Mechelen to pick us up.

My brother had gone shopping with his wife, so that would happen unnoticed.

I packed our bags and went with my daughter outside to wait for Karel and his wife Jeszy.

Unfortunately, my brother came home earlier than planned and noticed that we were ready to go.

My brother "asked (read "Commanded")" my daughter to go in the house and he started screeming at me for what I had done.

In the meantime, Karel Vandervorst had arrived and my brother asked him to come in the house and have a chat.

Something he would NEVER do, let STRANGERS into his house.

I was sitting outside in the car and didn't know what was being said.

I only knew that Karel Vandervorst came out of the house about an hour later and asked me to step out of the car and go back in the house.

He couldn't take me to "his home".

Something that was NOT asked by the way.

Before Karel Vandervorst and his wife drove away, his wife spoke to my daughter and she told my daughter that she had done something very bad and that Karma would ask payback for her behavior.

I was forced to go back in the house and that night I slept for the first time in 16 years WITHOUT MY DAUGHTER.

No "Good night, dad"; No "Sleep well, dad"; Only a silent dungeon.

My daughter was ordered by my brother to sleep downstairs with "the family (aka my brother and his wife)".

That night, as a last rescue attempt, I started to send SMS messages to everyone with the words:

TAKE ME PLEASE TO THE HOSPITAL, TOMORROW IT'S TOO LATE !!!

Apparently this did work and everybody started to call my brother in the middle of the night asking what was going on there.

Very early that morning, my brother drove me back to the Emergency department of the hospital in an angry mood and I was finally receiving the necessary care at the emergency department.

My blood was already 65% infected due to the bad care by my brother and I developed also a RENAL FAILURE.

Moments later, Karel Vandevorst called the hospital and asked "if it wasn't all in my head (gone crazy)" and he was told by the doctor that "it was not in my head but I NEEDED URGENTLY MEDICAL ATTENTION.

Before leaving the hospital, my brother came to my room at the Emergency and said "You will never see your daughter back."

Sadly, later it turned out to be TRUE.

I was finally in good hands, but I had lost my daughter.

A few days after my brother dropped me at the Emergency, I send a message to my daughter asking her to bring all my personal belongings to the hospital.

Later that day, my brother came to my room in a fury mood and dropped my travel bag containing my personal items.

I asked him where my daughter was, but he only laughed with that question.

I send an SMS to my daughter asking why she didn't came to visit me and her answer was that "she was not allowed to leave the car on orders from my brother".

Refusing a child from visiting his/her parents is a crime and so I called the police and asked them to come visit me at the hospital to make a complaint.

At first they tried to avoid a visit at the hospital on several reasons, but finally they accepted and a few hours later 2 police officers came to my room and filed a complaint.

Later, back in Thailand, I read the report of the police.

Their report was: "I was lying in the hospital and could not take care of my daughter, thus they thought that it was better for my daughter to stay with my brother".

The Police did not care to ask my brother why he did not allow my daughter to leave the car and come to visit me.

Instead, the police decided that it was better to leave my daughter with her kidnapper!!!!!!

On 26 October, my brother and my daughter went to the local police to make a statement that contained nothing but lies and slander.

My daughter was entrusted to my brother by the juvenile judge based on this declaration.

My daughter was convinced of the lies that my brother had told her and she was destroying all her relations.

From my hospital bed, a few weeks after the major operation, still sick and recovering, I tried to get my daughter back with every public instance, but at no aval.

After 1 month of revalidation, I had to return to Thailand on 15th November without my daughter.

It was for me impossible to stay in Belgium and try to get my daughter back.

First, I would need to find a place to stay.

Unlucky, I am not an illegal immigrant in Belgium who can benefit of a free hotel room, and thus I would need to find a private place to live.

The prices to rent something in Belgium (plus the cost for water, electricity, etc.) are very high and would take at least half of my pension away every month.

Second, I would need to hire a lawyer and try to get my daughter back trough Court proceedings.

This would take a lot of time and money and was not guaranteed to have a good result at that time as my daughter was claiming that she wanted to stay in Belgium out of her own will.

Third, I was living the last 20 years in Thailand and I had all my belongings there (house, car, bank accounts, etc).

I was living in Thailand on a retirement Visa (yearly) and if my Visa would expire, I would need to go trough a long and expensive process to get a new Retirement Visa.

I could not simply stay in Belgium and leave everything I had in Thailand behind.

This abduction was supported by all kinds of public bodies such as the "OCJ" (public center for youth welfare), "ACW" (general center for welfare work), "Child Welfare", the "OKAN" (Reception classes for Foreign Language Newcomers), and even the "Belgian Police (aka Comedy Capers)".

Other public bodies, such as the "Thai Embassy in Belgium" and the "Belgian Embassy in Thailand" did not want to interfere in this matter.

I did return to Thailand as a broken person after spending 3 months in hell.

Something in me was broken forever and I had become as cold as ice.

Altough I did meet many people who were very friendly to me and wanted to help me, the anger and hate in my heart did not allow anybody to find a place in there.

The only thing that was continuously going trough my brain was to go back and kill my brother and his wife.

But due to the Covid restrictions I could not travel to Belgium.

The words of a Guido Donckers (read the chapter "A Snake") could not describe my feelings any better:

Guido Donckers
I have no children.
So I can barely imagine your pain, disappointment, grief, and bitterness.
Because you have indeed done everything for her for 16 years.
I know what love you brought up Samui with.
You have completely put your own needs and wants aside for her.
And you were very proud of her too.
I understand your pain and disappointment at what you feel like betrayal.
I can only wish you strength and hope that time will ease the pain and bitterness.
Nov 26, 2018, 2:25 PM

I was barely back in Thailand when my brother blocked ALL communications between me and my daughter and send me an email saying: "From now on you will be banned from our social media. If you still want to contact us you will have to do it in the old way, paper, pen, cover and stamp.

Although my daughter was under the supervision of the "OCJ" at that time and I wrote several complaints to them about this, nothing was done.

By blocking the contact with my daughter via the internet and Social Media, it was suddenly impossible for other people (her mother, her friends, her teachers, etc.) to make contact with her.

My brother also required my daughter to cancel ALL her social media memberships (YouTube, FaceBook, etc.) and destroy years of work.

My daughter was an avid artist (painting on paper and the computer) and had countless drawings and videos in the Social Media sites.

My daughter, a 16 year old child, was now at the mercy of her kidnapper, my brother "Trivino Luis" and could not contact anybody of the people she trusted.

Nobody would believe her if she would tell the police a complete different story as she was telling a few weeks before.

Begin 2019, I hired a lawyer in Belgium and started a court case to get my daughter back.

But at the date of writing this story, 2021, nothing substancial is achieved.

The "Public Prosecution" and the Courts are dismissing the case of "Slander & false acusations" out of fear for this case, and simply stating that "my daughter chosed to stay in Belgium freely".

Best was the answer of the Public Prosecutor to my Lawyer.

His words: "He found it strange that I was returning to Thailand if I was not agreeing with the Police order to let my daughter in the hands of her kidnapper, Luis Trivino."

Translation:
Dear, It concerns a "VOS" file that I reported at the time to the OCJ (Youth Care Support Center) of Hasselt.
They work on the basis of the parties' voluntariness.
There is no question of being placed under the supervision of the juvenile judge.
If your client does not agree with his daughter's stay with his brother, his return to Thailand is strange.
Yours faithfully

I found out that my brother had promised my daughter a bright future in "the land of milk and honey".

Nothing could be further from the truth however, and my daughter made a "failed" suicide attempt on September 14 by throwing herself in front of a moving train.

Best of all was the email from Ms. Mortier Hilde from the youth welfare in September 2019, assuming that I was aware of the problems between my brother and my daughter while I had already 7 months NO COMMUNICATION at all with my daughter and NOBODY could access my daughter.

It would be funny was it not that we are talking about MY DAUGHTER!!!!!

The public authorities and the courts recognized that they had made a grave mistake in listening to my brother’s stories and, out of fear of an international lawsuit, my daughter was offered the opportunity to stay and study in Belgium through all kinds of social benefits.

But due to her attitude and the way she had behaved, returning to Thailand would be quasi impossible for her.

End of 2022, after more than 2 years living in a lock-down because of Covid-19, I returned to Belgium for a replacement of my PaceMaker.

On that occasion I went to visit my daughter, maybe for the last time in my life.

What I meet, was a pale reflection of what my daughter had been.

She was completely swollen beyond proportions from top to bottom.

I asked the caretakers at the youth house why my daughter was looking so swollen, and the answer was that she was feed drugs to keep her away from harming herself again after several suicide attempts.

A side effect of these drugs is that the body get filled with fluid and the person has no will to do anything but relax.

That means that she could not perform her hobbies like Aikido, Muay Thai, etc. anymore and that added to the demise of her figure.

This was not my daughter as I knew any more, but a monster who was feed drugs daily.

This was the victim of Trivino Luis and his talk about "getting a bright future in Belgium".

A child's life with wonderful life prospects destroyed by 1 person who previously had such things on his tally and who was guilty for the suicide of his own son, Kim Trivino.

I hope that everyone reading this story will be careful about who they entrust their children with.

Although this story includes many chats, messages and SMS from/to my daughter, it was not until mid 2019 that I had "cracked" her Messenger account and I found a way to download the messages from her phone that I became aware of these.

If anybody wants to visit the child abductor and his wife Lucrecia Borgia, here is the address:
Trivino Luis / Pino Cosima
Keistraat 2
Diepenbeek 3590
Belgium
trivino3@hotmail.com
+32477231010