The abduction of Caramen T.

Going home.
October 12th, 2018

On 12 October, early morning, the doctor came to visit me and after doing a few tests he said that I could go home and continue the recovery at home, under the condition that I would continue to take my medication and watch my blood pressure very careful.

Also, I would need to ask at my health insurance fund to send a nurse at home two times per day to take care of me.

I send a message to my brother, specifying the conditions the doctor told to me and he replied that that was no problem at all.

He was in the hospital for a routine check, but he would come to pick me up as soon as he was ready.

He would send his wife, Mina, to start already pack my clothes and make the release documents ready.

The release document from the hospital.

A few minutes later, Mina came into my room and started to pack my stuff.

After packing my bags, Mina went to the nurses desk to get the release documents.

Around 2pm, everything was ready and my brother came to pick me up with a wheelchair from the hospital.

I repeated to my brother that I was still not able to walk, but he replied that it was no problem.

He replied that: “Everything was ready at home to accommodate me”.

My brother took a wheelchair to drive me to the car, we waved everybody “Goodbye” and left the hospital.

I was ready to go home and speed up the recovery to go back to Thailand.

But once in the car, the mood of my brother changed.

My brother started to drive like a rally pilot, sending me constantly from one side of the car to the other side.”

I was still full of stitches and moving was very painful for me.

But he was enjoying the suffering.

When we approached my brother’s house, he turned to the centre of the town and stopped at a Pharmacy.

At the parking of Carrefour, he turned his head to me on the back seat and said: "Go to the pharmacy and get your medication”.

I answered him that I was unable to walk and I specified this at the hospital already.”

But he got angry and ordered me to go to the pharmacy or he would throw me out of the car.

His wife Mina got out of the car and opened my door.

I tried to get out of the car and walk to the pharmacy which was located 500 meters away.

But I needed to stop and sit down every 10 meters.

Walking the 500 meters to the pharmacy was like a hell and I felt like this was going to be my death walk.

Arrived at the pharmacy, Mina was already getting my medication.

The people at the pharmacy ran to me and helped me inside.

“Why are you walking to the pharmacy?” they said.
“You should go immediately to a hospital.”

They looked at Mina, but she smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

The pharmacist was preparing the medication, when she came across the Clexanne injections.

The pharmacist said to Mina that only a nurse was allowed to administer those injections.

Mina replied that the “White-Yellow Cross” was already contacted and a nurse would come at home twice a day to administer the shots and clean my wounds.

But that was a lie and nobody would be allowed to enter that dungeon.

When everything was ready, the pharmacist took a wheelchair and drove me to the car.

My brother was furious that I was driven on a wheelchair to the car and uttered his displeasure about this to me and his wife.

Arrived at his house, I took my bag and took a seat at the terrace outside to have some rest.

Mina took a bag filled with small plastic cups she had already purchased before and started to make my medication ready sorted by time, before after/meal, etc.

A few minutes later, my brother left the house and came back with my daughter.

My daughter had been to the school while I was leaving the hospital.

She went into the house, without even looking at me.

Around 6 PM, we ate all together dinner.

I was not very hungry.

After eating dinner, I asked my brother what time the nurse would come to clean my wounds and give me my injection.

My brother answered in his bossy way:

“There is no nurse coming to my house.”
“You can clean your wounds yourself.”
“And you don’t need Clexanne injections (blood thinners).”
“You are addicted to blood thinners and you should stop with that addiction.”

I tried to make him clear that he had promised the hospital that a nurse would come to his house and administer me the Clexanne injections, but he didn’t want to listen to me.

I went to look at the medication for the Clexanne injections, but they were gone.

No blood thinners.

Since my stroke, in 1995, I am dependent on blood thinners for my life.

After dinner, we went to the sitting room to watch TV.

My brother and his wife sitting on one coach, with my daughter sitting in between them like she used to do many times before, and telling her adventures at the school today.

My daughter sitting on the coach between my brother and his wife in 2010.

Me at the other coach, thinking about how I will survive the release without my vital medication and the help of a nurse.

Around 7 PM I was feeling very tired and wanted to go to sleep.

I asked my brother where I was supposed to sleep and he answered that I had a bedroom in the attic.

Completely against his promises at the hospital where he said that a bedroom was prepared downstairs.

I was not allowed to climb the stairs to the attic from the doctors.

Tired of arguing with my brother and tired of what happened that day, I went to by bedroom in the attic.

The stairs seemed endless and I had to stop every 3 or 4 steps because of the pain.

After a quick wash at the sink in the toilet, I went to sleep.

I remembered that I still had some medication (and blood thinners) from Thailand in my travel bag, but when I looked in my travel bag everything was cleaned out by my brother.

My brother had been cleaning the room at the attic and he took all my medication from Thailand away.

I lie down in bed and fell asleep.

Later that night, my daughter came to sleep and I woke up.

I wanted to wish her “Good night” like we did already 14 years, but she said only a quick “Good night” and went to sleep.

The next day, very early in the morning, I woke up by the yelling of my brother downstairs.

“Carlos, come down to eat your breakfast and get your medication now. We are in a hurry!!!!”.

My daughter was already up and was eating breakfast.

The bed was very low (about 30cm from the floor) and I could not manage to stand up by myself.

As I was not coming downstairs in time, my brother came running to my room, where I was sitting with my legs out of bed but unable to get up.

My brother started to shout at me that I should stop playing “comedy” and get up now and come downstairs.

He was in a hurry to go to Brussels.

“Or you come down now and eat breakfast and your medication, or you lie the whole day in your bed.
That’s up to you.
But if you dare to call somebody while we are away, you have seen nothing yet” he shouted.

He went back downstairs, but a few minutes later his wife Mina came upstairs to my room and started shouting:

“Carlos, This is Belgium and not Thailand.”
“In Belgium you can not buy everything over the counter in a shop like in Thailand.”
“Blood thinners are a drug and we have taken them away from your room."
"You should start to kick-off from the blood thinners.”
“Come down now to take your medication and eat your breakfast.”

“We are going to Brussels.”

This was a normal behaviour for my brother Luis, but a behaviour I would have never expected from his wife.

After they left, I send an SMS message to Inge to get me out of there.

SMS Message to Inge: "GET ME OUT OF HERE PLEASE!!!!!!!"

As I got no reply, I called Inge to ask her if she could arrange something for me.

I was just released from the hospital a day before and could hardly get out of my bed alone.

But if I wanted to walk out of that house alive, I needed to get out of there AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.

20181013 110725.mp3, Call to Inge.

Inge was trying to get in contact with the hospital and trying to get me and my daughter to a recovery hospital, maybe Lanaken.

But we were both afraid of what my brother Luis would do to my daughter.

We both knew what a kind of person Luis was and he had done bad to people before, no matter how young or how old.

I was too weak to get in a twist with him and his wife.

Around 10AM, I needed to go urgently to the toilet.

I tumbled out of bed and started to crawl to the bathroom a few meters away, but I shitted before I reached the toilet.

Luckily, I was still wearing a sanity underwear (Pampers) and the shit was in the sanity underwear.

I managed to stand right, lifting myself up on the toilet bowl and wash myself a little bit.

I wrapped the sanity underwear up and put it in a plastic bag which was in the waste bin.

I went downstairs to put the sanity underwear in the waste bin, but I was not sure in which bin I should put it.

Belgium has a law in place to force every citizen to sort out their waste before collecting it by the city waste collectors.

A bag for "paper and carton" waste; A bag for plastic waste; A bag for "PET" bottles; etc.

So, I put it outside the house on a pile of wood which was ready for the fireplace and went inside to eat my breakfast and take my medication.

After eating my breakfast, I sat down at the terrace outside.

Around 4PM, my brother came back home with his wife and my daughter.

Whilst my brother was inside the house, his wife came out of the house to throw some waste away.

I went to her and explained what happened before and asked her where I should put the plastic bag with the faeces.

“Don’t worry about that”, she said.

She grabbed the plastic bag out of my hands and went to the waste bins in a wooden cabin.

A few minutes later we ate dinner and after dinner we went together to the sitting room.

Just the same as the day before but this time Samui was sitting at the dinner table and drawing on her computer.

Whilst we were sitting and watching TV, I saw my daughter go to the kitchen and get a glass of water.

I asked her if she could bring me also a glass of water.

HELL WAS FREEZING!!!!!

My brother stood up and started to yell that “Samui was not my white slave”.

“If I wanted a glass of water, I should get up and take it myself”.

“You have been treating your wife like a slave but this is not going to happening to Samui.”

What the hell did he now about me and my wife?

What was he talking about?

I took my wife out of a restaurant in Pattaya (where all the young Isan girls are selling their body for a few bucks) where she was working as the slave from her family

I paid my wife a lot more as the normal wage of a worker, 250 Baht a day, but she didn’t need to work for me.

Just to stay at home and be a housekeeper and a mother for our child.

Mina responded that I should start to do everything myself instead of giving orders to my daughter.

Orders?

I asked her nicely if she would want to bring me a glass of water.

They forgot that I was taking care of my daughter already more than 16 years and I was following her orders for more than 16 years.

I stood up and went to sleep.

That was too much.

Even for me.

Before going to my bed, I took a chair I had found in another room and took it with me to help me lift myself out of bed.

My daughter came a few minutes upstairs to tell me that she slept now downstairs.

My brother had ordered her to sleep downstairs as “I was keeping my daughter awake with my moans and she needed her sleep to go to school”.

I took my daughters hand a last time without saying anything.

Only looking at her eyes.

She looked at me as if I was a pile of human waste and went downstairs.

This from a person I took care the last 16 years night and day.

The person who I saved her life many times before.

That was the final strow for me.

Giving my daughter a hand for the last time.

Translation:
Daddy took her hand and said "I can not go on anymore, I am dying".
Daddy started to call to everybody on the phone and started to cry.
Daddy even called my elder sister.

Although I took (nearly all) the medication as prescribed, the lack of Clexanne (blood thinners) and the lack of the care of a nurse was doing their devastation and I started to feel sick again.

On 16 October, I noticed that somebody had tried to call me and that person left a message.

Listening to the message, it was my daughter who had tried to call me, but could not reach me.

In the message, she was full of joy and happy.

Just like I knew her.

20181016 163352.mp3, Call from Samui.

She was acting like I was a piece of human shit in front of my brother or his wife, but once out of their sight she was the child I knew as my daughter.

She was now living like a split personality, only to please my brother and his wife.

The next day, 17 October, while I was eating dinner, my brother presented me a bill to pay.

It was the school fee.

I transferred the requested sum directly to the school.

The bill for the Belgian school of my daughter."

Barely a week later, my brother would declare at the police station that he was paying all the school bills of my daughter.