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18<br />
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 />
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