Sunday, 7 July 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris and Bucharest part 116

Outside the Bucharest airport it was already pitch dark.  Miss J was still recovering from the shock of having missed the last shuttle bus that had left the airport before the scheduled time.  She remembered the all the horror stories about cabbies who would take advantage of women passengers, financially and sometimes even more…Yes, women, we've all been there.

Miss J looked up at the smiling face of her savior, ironically that was how the man appeared to her, this Mr. R from Romania.  Judging from the photo of an article, Mr. R's facial feature was surprisingly normal in the photo that his smile would have been disarming.  She did not know him but surely the cab driver would not misbehave towards her in the presence of another man…

Once inside the cab he told the driver to go to North Station where Mr. R had offered to accompany Miss J so that she would not be alone with the cab driver.  Miss J was a beautiful young lady who was no stranger to the kindness of men.  Thus she missed the fatal sign, the understanding look exchanged between the unofficial driver and Mr. R.  The taxi started driving towards the opposite direction, which of course Miss J would not know it. 

Shortly the taxi stopped.  Bucharest airport is practically surrounded by the forest where the light would be scarce.  Miss J could not quite see where they were, but as Mr. R got out the car to get her suit case the taxi driver insisted to be paid.  Unfortunately, the keen sense of obligation of Japanese compelled Miss J to focus on paying the taxi driver.  I know I would as the same Japanese woman.  I am 90% positive that she only had Euros on her because I personally experienced that none of the ATMS at the Bucharest airport accepted my Japanese bank credit cards.  I had to use my French card to get the local cash.  So back to the fatal night, the unofficial driver would have attempted to rip Miss J off, or at least confused her with the currency conversion rate.  Miss J would have felt uneasy by sensing a foul play which blinded her from the other more sinister risk.  She wanted to join her savior Mr. R outside, away from this dodgy unofficial driver.

The spot where Miss J got off the taxi with Mr. R was only 2 meters away from the forest that Miss J would not even have had the time to look around before she was grabbed by the strong Mr. R and abducted into the forest.  She would have screamed but they were out of hearing distance of any human existence.  In just a split second she had left the normal world behind.  Her blood must have curdled inside her veins from fear.  However she fought back, fiercely…until she felt a knife slashing her thigh.  According to many articles the autopsy found the muscle tissues torn so horrendously which would have rendered Miss J impossible to move from the extreme pain.  But there was more to come. 

I do not have the right to go into the details of her brutal defilement, but recounting of her pain may not tarnish her dignity.  After Mr. R had his way with Miss J, he punctured her eyeballs.  She lost her eye sight.  Then he attacked her ears.  She lost her hearing.  I can only hope that she had fainted before Mr. R lunged his knife into each of her organs.  The following morning, pieces of her were scattered all over the place.  Nobody deserves such an excruciating painful death.  Sadly the Romanian press disagreed.  'Stupid Girl', they condemned the deceased.  'All she had to do was to take an official taxi.  Our country's image got smeared by one foolish Japanese woman!'  I hope this was mistranslation for Miss J's sake, but apparently no sympathy was shown to this tragedy that befell on a human being.  Or was an Asian woman not seen as such here? 

The Romanian press did not let up with Miss J's parents either.  The translated text stated that 'The parents of this Japanese girl failed to raise their daughter to be sensible.  Even our three years old would know better than trusting strangers.'   Was it necessary to kick Miss J's mourning parents when they had to hold the severed head of their daughter?  

Despite their broken heart they took the criticisms in silence.  They head home carrying their dismembered daughter while being made to feel guilty to compound on their pain.  I wish to share with them my own experience at Bucharest years later.  I had pre-booked an official transfer through an airline site, but the driver was not at the airport.  I contacted the Romanian transfer company but they texted me coldly that there was not enough cars.  'Take a taxi.'  Needless to say I never received reimbursement for the fare that I had paid in advance.  Miss J's parents ought to know that Miss J was never foolish, just unlucky.

My guide informs me that even if Miss J had arrived at North Station in one piece, she would have still been doomed.  My guide points a finger at an entry to a sewage system as he drove past the North Station.  Underneath the block of cement that seals the underworld, a colony of orphans live there, abandoned by the government.  They are exploited by the adults to prostitute themselves thus many of them are infected with AIDS.  My guide continues 'they are also drug addicts and would do anything for money.  The locals stay away from this area after dark.'  

I sensed doom from that concrete lid that hid the hell on earth.  Those Romanian orphans would know better than trusting strangers even before the age of three.  Finally something that I could agree with the Romanian press.  Miss J was raised by loving parents to be kind but a little too trusting than those three years old orphans abandoned by their people.  

Her death finally stopped Mr. R who had long been suspected of murders. But I must mention one courageous act in this gruesome episode.  Mr. R was apprehended following the call from the taxi driver, the one who drove Mr. R and Miss J from the airport.  He may have been a partner in a small financial crime of Mr. R, but not the partner in murder.  As soon as the news of the death of Miss J was aired, the driver contacted the police.  It was courageous act because he knew it would enrage Mr. R and that it would put the driver at the risk of retribution.  The driver would have known that the police had released Mr. R without conducting DNA test in order to grudge the expenses.  If Mr. R was released again, the next target would have been the driver himself.  The irony of life is that it was one unofficial taxi driver who did the right thing in the end.

My trip to Transylvania of legendary Count Dracula necessitated my mother and me to fly into Bucharest, but the death of Miss J cast a shadow throughout our trip.  I could not shake off the sinking feeling until we crossed into Bulgaria where it is becoming more popular destination for Japanese tourists than Romania.  My Japanese guide noticed the decline in the number of visiting tourists after the tragedy of our Miss J and the arrival of one Bulgarian athlete whose warm personality made him a popular figure in Japan.

This post concludes the horror stories in Bucharest, but that of  Paris continues.
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2 comments:

  1. Shocking story. I'm glad they caught the murderer though.

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  2. In my next post, I shall recount what happened to all the mean characters in this series of true horror stories.

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