| «After a month of this treatment, I got
permission to go home and see my children over the weekend. I
called my elder daughter, who was 13, and told her that I would
come home on Saturday. She became so very happy and said she
would make a nice dinner to welcome me. We were both in tears of
happiness when talking about it. When Saturday came, I was told that my permission was cancelled
because they thought I wouldn’t come back or that I would tell
people about what’s going on in Denmark.
I spent half of the day
trying to convince them that I had to go home to see my
children, that they were expecting me and so on. Nothing that I
said helped. It was no. As I couldn’t stand the thought of my
little girl being so happy, making dinner for me, I decided to
escape in the evening. So, late in the evening I snuck out from Nordland, walked my way to the ferries and went to Malmoe. I
arrived to my home around midnight and woke up my family. We
were all so happy to meet again until my husband told me that I
had to go back in the morning (he also was a Scientologist). I
said no, no way! I’ll never go there again. But he persuaded me
by saying that I had to go to the Rehabilitation Project Force (RPF)
or that we had to divorce if I didn’t. So I went back.»
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