How I survived a fierce attack on the rescue dog farm

So the events started on my third night in the orchard sometime after 9 p.m. First there was a terrible lump outside the orchard, then concrete blocks began raining in the orchard, and Iulia told me to go inside the farm building to safety. He turned off the lights in the nursery building and took off back out. I was hiding by myself in that hallway in the middle of the building. I listened to the scream and pounding from the outside as the men tried to force through the gate of the orchard.

I was right in the front of the corridor when a large block of concrete was thrown through the window right in front of my feet. I thought it wiser to get right across the hall so I wouldn't get hit by rocks. I don't know why there were concrete blocks in the piles next to the fence outside the shelter, but now they were lying on the roof of the building, through the end windows and

in the yard.

That noise was incomprehensible. There was a rock-pounding roof, a shattering glass of shattering glass, a loud scream of men, and a rattle of fences. Standing in that dark hallway, I was beginning to think that a bunch of gypsies are about to crash into the hallway and beat me to death.

After a while, I heard footsteps and Iulia came into the building.  He quietly snooped down, where I am. I said I was at the end of the hall and he said we had to run immediately.

Those attackers had shouted that they were going to kill us all. He knocked his little boy from the end room to his armpit and climbed the middle room from the open window to the backyard. Next we had to climb about a 2-metre board fence to the nearest neighbour's side. There were the boys next door and they helped us over the fence.

When we got to the neighbor's yard, Iulia fainted, but soon the neighbour's lady lifted her feet up.  They went to Romanian for a heated exchange of words, of which, of course, I did not understand a word. After a while there, this lady next door told Iulia we had to leave. I asked Iulia why on earth they're driving us into the mouth of death. Of course, they were afraid that if the attackers found out they helped us, they would be in danger.

Well, Iulia told me to take one of the little dogs that escaped from the nursery under my arm and said we had to leave now. This sounded absolutely shocking to me because Iulia said the men had threatened to kill us. The only way out was the gateway to the road where those attackers were also. But we went out of the gate and Iulia went for a walk ahead of me in her son's arms towards the entrance to the orchard. I started sobbing because I thought we'd be attacked soon.

As we approached the gate that leads to the orchard, there was a group of men in the heat and a slow motion was displayed. When I got closer, I noticed that there were cops at the gate and also the mayor of the village, who I found quite strange. This man looked at me from head to toe like a cheap sausage and there was no mention of regretting this situation. I must have been a rather pathetic sight in my revive shorts and with my bloody leg, because when I crossed the fence, I had executed myself.

Mr Adrian, an employee of the tarha, and the older man who was volunteering had been really concerned about us. They had been looking for us with the police and wondered if we had lost our lives. Most of all, they were worried about me, of course, and were really relieved to see that I was safe.

The cops picked me up and Iulia and took us to drive to the local police station. I remember how that trip felt very unreal because it was dark and there was a big black bus standing in the field behind the farm. In front of it, there were police officers in front of the commando hats with assault rifles. On the other side of the road stood gypsies in a row, and on the other side of the road there were these special forces.

Iulia had had time before we escaped to call 911, and she had demanded special forces. Julia had specifically requested these special forces, arguing that there was also a Finnish volunteer woman in the nursery.  The local police wouldn't have had any discipline on those gyans.

Iulia's friend Doina and a couple of friends had also been in the field behind the orchard. They had thought of coming out to the field for a night picnic so we could sleep in peace without the stone ness of the stone eryties at night. They had come by two cars and parked in the field. It didn't all go according to the script, and the situation escalated quickly.

These gypsies had stormed that field and tried to take down Doina and her brother's cars. Luckily they both had big SUVs, so the men couldn't knock them down and they got to get away from that field with their cars. The back window of Doina's car was broken from the stone that hit it, so she also went to the police station to report a crime.

This report of crime was a really interesting episode. There was a young male police officer from the Giurgiu Police Department. He was the only one who knew English and he dictated to me what I should write in my statement. At some point, I told him I wanted to write about being in danger and injuries.  He said that okay, you can write on it so and then he wrote these same things in Romanian on his own paper.

I can't tell you all how long it took me, but I was struck by peeing and asking where there was supposed to be a toilet.  One of the cops squeakeed me out and the police officer who received my statement said I could go out and through the gate to the backyard. Of course I assumed there was an outhouse and a hippie gate in the backyard. But it was so dark that I couldn't see in front of me a metre further and finally i had to start squat to the hay next to the fence.  I laughed that at home, i'm sure no one would believe when I say I've been behind the police station with my permission.

So I don't know if there was an outboard house somewhere in the back, because it was so dark and no one went there to guide me. Finally we managed to go back to the yard where Doina was kind enough to throw us. It was a bit nervous to go to bed, but it was about 3:00 in the morning and the dream finally came.

The next morning, I woke up with cardiac arrhythmias and Iulia called me an ambulance. They took me to the whistle, squealing about 30 miles to Giurgiu Hospital for examination. The trip went in silence because the lady nurse apparently didn't speak English. Apparently, he'd gotten the information I needed from Iulia. After the investigation, I got out and the doctor called the police to pick me up because I had forgotten my wallet in the yard and I didn't have the money for a taxi.

The cops came and the doctor explained to them my situation. I got in a police car and drove to Giurgiu's main police station. The idea was to wait there for that young English cop. After a while, they picked me up on the phone and the young cop told me the cops were taking me back to Baneasa. I jumped in them again, but they drove to the bus station. From there they searched for an English-speaking guard who told them I would take the bus to Baneasa. I told him I didn't have any money with me. He said it wasn't a problem.

So the cops took off and finally the guard came to say I'd follow him on the bus. He told the bus driver to leave me in front of the baneasan village police station. I got on a minibus next to the driver and set off. When we got to the village, he stopped in front of the police station and waved his hand goodbye. Then the local police picked me up and took me back to the farm. Iulia was amazed when I showed up back to the farm. He said he didn't think I'd come back. I laughed at where I would have gone without my stuff and money. And I wasn't going to come back prematurely anyway.

In my next post, I'll tell you what happened the next day. It involves baneasan local police and the aftermath of that dramatic attack.