Since I was 18 years old, I was fascinated by the healing effects of cannabis, and it became an integral part of my life.
Already at the age of 15 I was prescribed tranquilizers because I was classified by educators as "difficult". I refused to attend school because I did not get along with my classmates. The prescribed drugs only helped to a limited extent, but cannabis opened a whole new world for me - my environment became more bearable, and my life seemed to really begin.
From that moment on, everything revolved around this one plant, and I wanted to give other people access to its healing and relaxing effects. So, I cultivated my own cannabis at home and with growing experience I soon had good yields to show. Proud of my good quality, free of chemicals or extenders, I was able to sell my surplus at fair prices to friends, acquaintances and at festivals. In my eyes I did nothing wrong, because in my opinion a plant cannot be illegal (definition: unlawful, unlawful; without official permission).
Although Article 4 of the Basic Law (only in Germany) explicitly considers such ideologically or religiously motivated actions as lawful and excludes the application of criminal law, I was sentenced to several years in prison because of these activities and by being misled by my lawyer. During the pre-trial detention, I had to experience severe mistreatment and failure to provide assistance, especially on the part of the German authorities and judiciary. As an asthmatic, I was housed in a cell with 17 tobacco smokers; resulting fainting spells were ignored by the prison staff. After a fall in which I pierced both ear canals with my own jaw, I was denied any specialist help for three weeks. The treatment that was finally granted can be described as extremely painful, especially since it took place without any anesthesia.
Despite the injustice and mistreatment, I suffered, I did not allow myself to be prevented from acting in accordance with my convictions even after my imprisonment. Unfortunately, the state has once again unlawfully prevented me from practicing my faith, has once again trampled on my basic rights and has taken away my freedom, although I have not caused anyone any harm or suffering. I had a very committed lawyer who was initially even able to get me released from custody. But after the first public hearing, she too was as if changed and did not want to or was not able to prevent even the unlawful revocation of my parole.
Drawn by the experiences with the German justice and the martyrdom I decided after an appointment with my lawyer to leave everything behind and not to bow to the justice in this matter, I went "on the run", for 12 years. Most of the time I spent in Amsterdam.
The one who knows what it means to be on the run, knows that it is often harder than prison. You are not served meals, you have no place to sleep, no heating, no toilet, no health insurance, no doctor. Nevertheless, life in prison was not an alternative for me.
In the meantime, the statute of limitations has expired on my sentence in Germany, and legally I am once again a blameless citizen. Since my love for cannabis is unbroken and I don't want to come into conflict with the law again, I am currently living in exile on Palma.
Today I earn my living legally with the production and distribution of vaporizers.