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V E T E R I N A R Y P E O P L E<br />

Today, Gheorghe and Ileana Constant<strong>in</strong>escu work at <strong>the</strong> MU <strong>College</strong> <strong>of</strong> Veter<strong>in</strong>ary Medic<strong>in</strong>e where<br />

Gheorghe specializes <strong>in</strong> technically precise anatomic draw<strong>in</strong>gs.<br />

strategy. We drove back to Belgrade and<br />

looked for Amnesty International. In a<br />

barber’s shop, we learned <strong>the</strong> address (5,<br />

Rjsanska St.), went <strong>the</strong>re, and filled out<br />

forms to immigrate to <strong>the</strong> United States,<br />

Canada, or Australia.<br />

Amnesty International<br />

told us that we could enter<br />

Austria from Yugoslavia<br />

without an Austrian visa.<br />

But we no longer trusted<br />

anyone. We went to <strong>the</strong><br />

Romanian Embassy <strong>in</strong> Belgrade<br />

for Austrian visas.<br />

The <strong>of</strong>ficer aggressively<br />

told us that <strong>the</strong> Embassy<br />

did not issue such visas. We<br />

didn’t know at that time<br />

that a tourist passport with<br />

a Yugoslavian visa was<br />

enough to be admitted to<br />

Austria.<br />

We returned to Banatsko<br />

Novo Selo and <strong>in</strong>vestigated<br />

leav<strong>in</strong>g Yugoslavia through<br />

Austria or Italy. It might be possible to cross<br />

<strong>the</strong> border to Italy, blend<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> with <strong>the</strong> seasonal<br />

workers. That was too risky and we<br />

ultimately decided to act on Amnesty International’s<br />

<strong>in</strong>formation: Go to <strong>the</strong> Austrian<br />

border with just <strong>the</strong> Yugoslavian visas.<br />

Ano<strong>the</strong>r Attempt<br />

We pawned some <strong>of</strong> Ileana’s jewelry<br />

and got 19,000 D<strong>in</strong>ars (about $180). On<br />

September 7, we headed for Maribor. We<br />

slept <strong>in</strong> our little car <strong>in</strong> a huge park<strong>in</strong>g lot<br />

Daughter Ad<strong>in</strong>a is reunited with her<br />

mo<strong>the</strong>r at <strong>the</strong> Munich, Germany airport.<br />

and <strong>the</strong> follow<strong>in</strong>g morn<strong>in</strong>g—I remember<br />

it was cloudy and ra<strong>in</strong>y—we heard a<br />

knock on <strong>the</strong> w<strong>in</strong>dow and heard a<br />

woman’s voice—how sweet it sounded—<br />

ask<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> Romanian “Would you like<br />

some hot c<strong>of</strong>fee?” Beh<strong>in</strong>d our car was a<br />

Mercedes with a<br />

camper attached, and<br />

<strong>in</strong>side <strong>the</strong> camper were<br />

Dieter Nadenicsek,<br />

MD, his wife T<strong>in</strong>a, and<br />

<strong>the</strong>ir 6-year old daughter<br />

Patricia. They<br />

<strong>in</strong>vited us to breakfast.<br />

The Nadenicseks<br />

were native Romanians.<br />

Dieter’s fa<strong>the</strong>r was<br />

a German citizen who<br />

died two years before.<br />

Dieter and family were<br />

allowed to go to <strong>the</strong><br />

funeral and never<br />

returned to Romania.<br />

We cautiously mentioned<br />

that we were<br />

plann<strong>in</strong>g to make a short visit to Austria<br />

and <strong>the</strong>n to return to Romania. They<br />

<strong>in</strong>vited us to visit <strong>the</strong>m <strong>in</strong> Regensburg.<br />

Travel<strong>in</strong>g with <strong>the</strong>m might make our<br />

actions seem less suspicious. We might<br />

even have less trouble gett<strong>in</strong>g through <strong>the</strong><br />

border checkpo<strong>in</strong>t. Dieter followed us<br />

toward <strong>the</strong> border checkpo<strong>in</strong>t, but somehow<br />

we lost <strong>the</strong>m <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> traffic. Our slim<br />

confidence disappeared with him and we<br />

felt even more alone. We reached <strong>the</strong> border,<br />

parked our car close to <strong>the</strong> customs<br />

post, and waited for Dieter, hop<strong>in</strong>g that<br />

we could still pass through <strong>the</strong> checkpo<strong>in</strong>t<br />

toge<strong>the</strong>r.<br />

Several hours passed, and our friends<br />

did not show up. The border guards<br />

watched with suspicion. We nervously<br />

considered our options and decided to<br />

attempt to cross <strong>the</strong> border without<br />

Dieter. The border guards were wait<strong>in</strong>g<br />

for us.<br />

The checkpo<strong>in</strong>t <strong>of</strong>ficer viewed us suspiciously<br />

and sternly asked us why we<br />

had waited so long. We said we were<br />

wait<strong>in</strong>g for our friends and showed him<br />

<strong>the</strong>ir handwritten address. The <strong>of</strong>ficer was<br />

unconv<strong>in</strong>ced: “Your purpose is not to<br />

visit Austria and Germany but to flee<br />

Romania!”<br />

Desperation and panic gripped me, but<br />

I couldn’t let it show. How could I<br />

respond?<br />

I produced photographs <strong>of</strong> my children<br />

and a document show<strong>in</strong>g that we owned<br />

an apartment <strong>in</strong> Timisoara, try<strong>in</strong>g to persuade<br />

him that those were good reasons<br />

for us to return to Romania.<br />

The checkpo<strong>in</strong>t <strong>of</strong>ficer considered my<br />

statements without emotion. He jo<strong>in</strong>ed<br />

<strong>the</strong> nearby guards and consulted with<br />

<strong>the</strong>m for m<strong>in</strong>utes, but what seemed an<br />

eternity for us. Would we be arrested<br />

aga<strong>in</strong>?<br />

F<strong>in</strong>ally, without ceremony, he walked<br />

back and waved us through <strong>the</strong> checkpo<strong>in</strong>t,<br />

allow<strong>in</strong>g us to enter Austria. We<br />

drove under <strong>the</strong> raised barriers—at last<br />

we were free—and passed <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> free<br />

world! We could hardly believe it. We<br />

drove for over an hour until we stopped.<br />

We couldn’t even talk to each o<strong>the</strong>r—we<br />

were speechless. That was September 8,<br />

St. Mary’s Day <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> Orthodox religion.<br />

Caught On <strong>the</strong> Last Step to Freedom<br />

From Graz, Austria we aga<strong>in</strong> called our<br />

Munich friend and asked for help. We<br />

met <strong>in</strong> Salzburg, and he showed us where<br />

we could secretly cross <strong>the</strong> border<br />

through some secluded woods <strong>in</strong>to West<br />

Germany where we could claim political<br />

asylum. Though we had fled communism,<br />

we had no permission to enter Germany.<br />

Sneak<strong>in</strong>g across <strong>the</strong> border, we were<br />

caught aga<strong>in</strong> by <strong>the</strong> police and taken to<br />

<strong>the</strong> police station. After com<strong>in</strong>g so far,<br />

could we be sent back to Romania for a<br />

certa<strong>in</strong> prison sentence?<br />

S P R I N G / S U M M E R 2 0 0 0<br />

V E T E R I N A R Y M E D I C A L R E V I E W

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