On Wednesday, February 26th, I had to go to Madrid for an appointment related to employment issues. As usual, every time I go to Madrid, agents, whether undercover or uniformed, make themselves noticeable in the places I go. This day was relatively calm until I returned to Aranjuez to pick up my car and drive to Yepes. When I arrived at the parking spot, the car’s electronic key fob wasn’t working. I thought the fob’s battery had died, but when I opened the car and tried to start it, it wouldn’t turn over. I assumed it was a dead car battery, which surprised me since the battery was relatively new. So, I suspected it had been tampered with. Upon opening the car’s hood, I realized it had been opened and manipulated. I still need to determine if they replaced the battery or forced its discharge.
When I tried to ask passersby and residents for help to push-start the car, and after several failed attempts, I decided to park it on a nearby street and figure out how to get back to Yepes. Once I finally parked it, alone because the people who had helped me had left, a National Police patrol car appeared shortly after I started gathering my belongings. This indicated to me that what had happened was planned to continue the increased surveillance, harassment, attempts to intimidate me, silence me, create fear, and, above all, financial harassment through fines.
The two officers who got out of the patrol car had their faces covered and their hands on their holsters. They asked for my papers, and after verifying the information, they thoroughly searched me, with one officer putting his hand in my jacket and pants pockets. The only thing missing was him reaching into my pants and touching my genitals. Then, he focused on my backpack, where I carry several cameras to document every step of my life where I see myself being harassed or in inappropriate situations. He tried to imply that I was the guy who appeared on television. I don’t know what he was referring to, nor the different types of traps they have tried to set to incriminate and discredit me. Subsequently, he did the same with the car. When he finished, with a clear look of frustration, they made me wait almost an hour until a Local Police patrol car arrived to give me two tickets. During the wait, a second National Police patrol car arrived, treating me as if I were a dangerous criminal or terrorist, a clear example of the type of tactics they intend to use.
Seeing me with several cameras, the officer who was searching me sarcastically asked what I was going to call the movie. At that moment, I didn’t answer, but if I could title the hell I’ve lived in this pseudo-democratic country, I would title it “The Genocidal, Torturing, and Human Rights-Violating Franquista Militarist Boots Embedded in the Spanish State Security Forces.” With tactics of infiltrating the feminist or university movement to set traps or smear political leaders, left-wing leaders, to neutralize or silence them. They have tried to do that to me, but since they haven’t been able to, they don’t know what else to do.
Well, that night I had to return to Madrid and spend the night as I could, because they were closing the 24-hour restaurants. In the end, I took a tour of Madrid on the night services. On the 27th, I spent the whole day in Madrid and, around 6:40 PM, I returned on the only bus that stops in Yepes from Méndez Álvaro station.
On the 28th, I took the only bus that goes to Madrid and passes through Yepes. There were already some signs of undercover agents, using bus drivers as informants. Upon arriving at Méndez Álvaro, there was an unusual deployment of National Police officers. Well, I carried out the tasks I had to do. At night, in the nearby dock, there were National and undercover police officers with a clear tactic of instilling fear or something else, which are clear examples of the way I am harassed, pursued, and surveilled.
I call on human rights organizations around the world to publicize my case and help me unmask the human rights violators within the security forces.