Who killed

Dr. Rossell?

The Mossad, The CIA,
and sexpionage
An Exclusive Revealed
by 
Joanna Gawlik
Melissa Carlson
Jocelyn Baini
NABILA FLIKA
ASMAA BOUBARI

 Doubtcome.com

For the administrative judge in the DC superior court, it was a day unlike any other. He had in front of him a case that looked like none he had ever seen before, a case with no precedent, a case that would have seemed more fitting in a banana republic or the dictatorial regime in Kazakhstan.

Realizing that it was unfair for it to carry the burden of an international terrorism act alone, Cigna Insurance Company was trying to stop paying for medical treatments for a former persecuted hostage victim in Washington, D.C. The judge heard the testimony of physicians from Georgetown and Sibley hospitals, professionals of considerable integrity, who were up in arms and unable to deal with a case previously characterized by a complete absence of judicial oversight.

The medical teams were operating with disgust and fear. Relentless threats and unremitting harassment of their patient prevented them from coming up with the right treatment and diagnosis. The FBI asked relatives and co-workers of the witness to monitor and take notes of occurrences, their nature and timing. Over 18,000 phone calls were documented and delivered to the FBI, but still there was no end to a situation that seemed beyond comprehension.

On that day in court there was a sense of urgency. The head shrink at Sibley Hospital was demanding that hospitalization coverage should include international hospitalization since the presence of the witness in Washington would only aggravate his condition. It was clear that the terrorists were local and influential, and operating with impunity.

The witness knew that his troubles stemmed from his kidnapping in Lebanon and that his escape had shed light on the birth of international terrorism and the main actors and participants in it, especially cooperation between the CIA and Mossad. In that period of time and in that region, they were the only groups calling the shots. No doubt they knew all about each others' activities, if not actually cooperating in them. Their diabolical marriage and brutal deeds surpassed all others. Both betrayed their peoples and created an alliance to protect the super rich in the world, regardless of the roots of their wealth and the color of their money. They both engineered the proliferation of arms dealers, drugs, and warlords that created instant billionaires and gave brutal thugs the opportunity to take power in Iraq, Syria, Lebanon, Libya, Sudan and others countries.

There was plenty of money for them, thanks to the Saudi Royal family and all its branches, i.e. the Al Shammar, the Sudeiris to which Prince Bandar belongs, and the Al Shaykh clan of Prince Turki (these men were the last two Ambassadors of the Saudi Kingdom to the US and both left their posts abruptly), plus the Al Sabahs the ruling family in Kuwait. This alliance and its wealth was the foundation for Al Qaeda and other Islamic fundamentalists and their undeclared war against the Christian world. This helped the nouveaux riches emirs to maintain grips on their thrones and fill their palaces with women and young beardless boys imported from all over the world, supplied endlessly by the Mossad. According to Doubtcome.com collaborators Asmaa Boubarri and Nabila Flika, the CIA took care of their transportation and fake passports.

This ruthless association especially targeted Lebanon and its democratic system. The Christian elite there had international connections that posed a threat to Israeli expansion in the region. Evidence surfaced later that the Saudis created and financed the Sunni Muslim Moorabitoun and that the Israelis trained and armed the Christian militias. The demographic balance was delicate and inter-religious strife was easy to inflame.

The ruthless Syrian trio, Khaddam, Ghazali, and Kanaan, went on to liquidate anyone who called for peace and detente. Assassinations of community leaders, journalists, judges, politicians, diplomats, priests, and heads of state became common, resulting in an uncontainable conflict that eventually would spread around the world for three decades with no country escaping its repercussions.

Talking exclusively to Doubtcome.com, our witness pinpointed the ill wishers and their financiers and the conspiracies that were being cooked up during that period. Even "Super K," Henry Kissinger, did not know of these activities at a time when he was a one man show hopping from one capital to another and from one palace to another. "Or did he see?” exclaimed the witness. There was no force in the world that could stop the campaign of terror which went on unabated for years until the events of September 11, 2001.

After the dramatic destruction of the World Trade Center, the Saudis and the Israelis went all out to distance themselves from each other. Accusations of blame were in full steam and they were eager to deny any hints of their collaboration. Saudi diplomats stopped traveling abroad. Sharon went into a coma.

Through his direct experience, the witness proved that they were cooperating and that both wanted to silence him.

Long before September 11, the Saudis and the Israelis were appalled that the witness had moved to Foggy Bottom in Washington, D.C., and was residing within walking distance of the White House, the Congress, and the State and Justice Departments. They also did not like that he was hospitalized at Sibley, giving him the opportunity to make friends and have his story documented, which came to the attention of the "Los Angeles Times" and the TV show Unsolved Mysteries.

Following the orders of Prince Bandar, the Saudi embassy tried to influence the Board at Sibley to discharge the patient, offering lucrative incentives and donations including renovation of the entire "7 East" floor at the hospital which would be reserved indefinitely for members of the Royal family seeking treatment in the US.

Despite those lucrative offers, the witness was not discharged. Dr. John Wiley and his highly professional team did not budge and resisted attempts to discredit their work and discharge the witness. In the meantime, the Mossad, with its expertise in using women and sex, jumped on board.

Corinna Thompson was a trained "swallow," a voluptuous 18 year old who checked into the hospital pretending to suffer from eating disorders, sometimes bulimia and sometimes anorexia. In a few days, acting like a cheerful and friendly teenager, she started sending messages, flowers, small notes, and gifts to befriend the witness. Whenever the witness passed by her room with her door half open, she would be partially undressed playing with her boobs. She was told to refuse food, to be rebellious towards the staff, and to sleep during the day and stay up all night so she could prolong her stay in the psychiatric ward. Anytime that the medical team suggested that she be released, she would threaten suicide. She stayed as long as the witness remained, and left the day after the witness checked out.

Viewing the medical evidence and total inaction by the authorities, the administrative judge ordered that the witness be relocated overseas. He left for Europe and had a brief stay at Bloemendaal Hospital in The Hague and then Sainte Anne Hospital in France. He then headed for Switzerland, a country known to be neutral in world conflicts with precedents of dealing evenhandedly with political exiles.

He was admitted first at the University of Geneva Hospital, and then to La Metairie in Nyon. The two institutions were judged to be too harsh for his condition and experts in post traumatic stress syndrome suggested that he would be better cared for at the Bon Port Clinic in Montreux, an institution with the appropriate expertise.

It had been founded by Dr. Claude Rossell, a well known name in stress and revitalizing medicine whose circle of friends included Nelson Mandela and the Chirac family and whose guest book included dignitaries from around the world.

Dr. Rossell surrounded himself with a team of professionals who specialized in dealing with victims of terror. Doctors Tavassoli, Cohen, Marra, Latif, and others prescribed total calm in this elegant environment sitting on Lake Geneva.

Dr. Rossell admitted the patient and assured him that he would be in good hands, well protected, and that the Swiss authorities were aware of his presence and his past experiences. "Things are taken seriously here," he said.

For a few weeks, the witness enjoyed total peace away from the pressures of Washington. Weeks of total transformation and peace until Corinna Thompson showed up accompanied by Georges Asmar, a CIA agent who was recruited when he was a fighter during the Lebanese civil war into the ranks of the pro-Israeli militias. Asmar claimed that Langley had sent him for his own protection and, to impress the witness, he dropped names like Bill Gaskill of the State Department and Ralph McGehee of the CIA as his friends.

 

While the sensual Virginian was getting closer to the witness, agents of the Saudi Mokhabarat began to check into the facility under different pretexts. The witness recognized some who had played a role in the circumstances of his kidnapping such as Colonel Wahbi Tahlaoui, the Frem brothers, Elias Asmar, Elie Gemayel, Raja Karam, Emile Henoud, and Prince Ayr bin Turki who was an assistant to Kamal Adham, former head of Saudi intelligence, plus others who had played a role in his kidnapping.
Unlike their friends, the Saudis and the CIA, the Israelis avoided the institution and Jewish travel agencies boycotted the entire town.

In her deposition, Melissa Carlson later revealed to the witness that Asmar had visited Israel previously and received extensive military training at the Israel Institute of Technology in Haifa. Asmar asked the witness to take Thompson on as his assistant and maid while, at the same time, ordering Thompson to turn the clinic into a bordello.

Living in a hotel adjacent to the clinic, Thompson organized group orgies, and lesbian and sadomasochism parties. Sleazy "do it all" girls and transvestites were amply supplied by Louis Gee, a Venezuelan national and Lausanne-based pimp, as well as a certain Marikka, a madam who operated from Monte Carlo. Both were on the payroll of Adnan Khashoggi, the notorious arms dealer who owned a villa in Marbella, Spain adjacent to the palace of his friend, Fahd bin Abdelaziz, then King of Saudi Arabia. According to Ron Kessler's book, "The Richest Man in the World," Khashoggi thought he owned the world. He was the principal engineer of the Iran-Contra affair and of the transplantation of Ethiopian Falashas to Israel. He was a close friend of Richard Nixon and Henry Kissinger and the uncle of Dodi El Fayed whom British intelligence suspected of trying to take direct control of Princes William and Harry by manipulating their mother, Lady Di, and impregnating her to give them a sibling with access to Buckingham Palace. Their plan died along with Dodi and Lady Di in the French tunnel.

At the same time, international terrorism was gaining strength and making itself known by blowing up tunnels and trains, and downing planes in the US and Europe.

The sex and drug parties of the duo, Asmar and Thompson, designed to provoke the Swiss authorities, were totally ignored by the staff at the clinic and by the local police, exasperating the people who sent them and achieving nothing tangible apart from being ridiculed by other intelligence agencies. They were both called back to Washington.

Hurt by this fiasco, Georges Asmar worked on breaking up the witness' family with the help of Colonel Robert Duff, a former Air Force officer at the Pentagon and then an executive at McDonnell Douglas, and also of two Moroccan brothers, Mohamed and Salah Maghraoui who answered directly to the office of the military attaché at the Moroccan Embassy in Washington. Colonel Duff and Asmar contacted the witness' physicians, claiming that the former hostage molested his own children. A few months later, Corinna Thompson took her own life.

Then a new plan of infiltration went into high gear. Louis, the Venezuelan, lured the witness to Krakow, Poland, suggesting that the historic city would offer the patient a perfect place to relax and forget everything. Aline Zcsewzick, a middle aged woman and friend of Louis, was waiting for the witness upon his arrival and introduced him to her friends, two Palestinian brothers, Jasser and Yasser, who owned a Greek restaurant adjacent to the Wawel Cathedral in the center of the city. Situated not too far from Auschwitz, the historic city had a considerable Jewish community and the Mossad had a large presence.

The Palestinians introduced the witness to Johanna Gawlik and, in a few days, the beautiful woman told him that she had a crush on him. Unlike Corinna, her predecessor, Johanna was more mature and better trained, ready to spy on the witness.

Eventually, Johanna would tell Doubtcome.com the circumstances that led to her recruitment. In need of money, Johanna had accepted an offer to work for two individuals, Naji Zein and Marwan Nasr, who were looking for a female to be trained as a PR person for a company owned by the two Arabs. The pay was lucrative, $85,000 for a period of two years. They offered to pay for her training and expenses including travel. Basically, the job would consist of escorting potential foreign customers or partners who wanted to do business with them. That seemed easy for Gawlick who loved dealing with people, especially the jet setters and the rich. She was excited and anxious to start immediately. The Arabs had one condition - that she had to cut all contacts with her friends and relatives and she had to spend time with them 24/7.

It did not take long for Gawlick to trust the two Arabs who went out of their way to be nice and showered her with flowers and gifts. In a few weeks, her life was under their control and Zein and Nasr invited her to go with them to visit Offenbach, a city in west central Germany on the Main River, near Frankfurt.

In a hangar adjacent to an apple juice factory, Johanna met other people, one of whom was none other than the CIA agent Asmar, the handler of Corinna Thompson. All were satisfied that the girl fit what they were looking for. Asmar slipped $2000 into her hand bag, an amount that she would have made in several months busing tables at a pizza place where she had worked previously. The Cinderella girl was delighted to get a taste of the luxury of staying in a five star hotel and dining out at gourmet restaurants, and then they all returned to Krakow.

The next trip was set for two weeks later to L'viv, a city in western Ukraine. They bought her the train tickets for a ride that took several hours. She was met by Zein and Nasr on her arrival and the Arab duo treated the young Polish woman to an opulent dinner before having a good night's sleep in one of the hotels around the terminal.

Filled with promises, Gawlick thought she had hit the jackpot: money, a glamorous career, and a pleasant friendship with the promise of a good and prosperous future, a husband and a family, and a visa to America. The next day, Zein, Nasr, and Gawlick headed to a private cottage, two hours drive from L'viv. The house looked relatively empty with basic furniture, just enough for someone who eats light and sleeps there. An old furnace was in the middle of the room and a metal bed resembling the ones that someone would find in a military barracks. The girl had some feelings of foreboding, especially when one of the men locked the door from the inside and put the key in his pocket. She did not feel comfortable, especially when she was ignored by the men who started a long conversation in Arabic. When Johanna asked to go outside for a walk she received a slap in the face and was told that now she was their prisoner and they forcibly tied her to the old furnace. The two sweet Arabs that she had trusted all along now exhibited their ferocious side.

The following day, Zein and Nasr told Gawlick, while she was still tied to the furnace, that a friend would be visiting her later and would explain the whole thing to her. In a few hours there was a bang on the door. A dark looking individual entered the room whom she later learned was a Saudi torturer. He did not have any explanations as he was a deaf mute. His build was not impressive, five feet tall and skinny, but the look in his eyes alarmed her, especially when he asked the two other men to leave the room and told the Slavic beauty to lie down on the cold floor.

She knew that he was not there for mutual sexual pleasure, and she was right. He stuffed her mouth with anything that he could fit into it to prevent her from screaming. With a cold smile on his face, the girl slowly witnessed his transformation from human to a beast and he took her on a fast journey to hell. First, he took out his belt and started to wiggle it in front of the bewildered woman. The belt lashed her silky skin softly, then became more and more painful until the lashes started to leave dark brown marks, despite the suntan that she had gotten previously in the solariums of Krakow. The face of the girl would turn red, unable to scream, her eyes bulged out. Then the monkey man continued to work as if he was assembling parts in a box ready to be shipped.

From squeezing her delicate breasts to dilating her anus and vagina, he pushed her eyes in while thrusting a pencil in her belly button. Freezing with pain, Johanna looked at her butcher who would give her the tender smile of a dentist, assuring his petrified patient that everything will be alright and that she should not worry, but enjoy it. Sharp objects were put in her ears and her toes, metal clips were squeezing her fingertips, and she wished she had been born without a clitoris. This went on for hours and stopped only when Zein and Nasr entered the room, laughing and asking if she was OK. The poor girl made the mistake of showing anger which caused the two men to leave the room again, and then the giant spider would go back to work on her. After a few in and outs of Zein and Nasr, Johanna decided to show them submissiveness and a plea for pity.

The Arabs petted her like a puppy and called her a "good girl." While still chained to the stove, they emptied her mouth and let her go to sleep. The same scenario was repeated again for many days, marked sometimes by sweet gestures like bringing her flowers and candies until she developed a dependency on her two jailers. Their rapes became her only salvation from what she was enduring. For several weeks, the Polish beauty was on a roller coaster from hope to deception, from black to white, and from heaven to hell. The strategy worked and Johanna resigned herself to the terrorists. They became friends. They would call her sister and say that now she was one of them and that she was powerful. They congratulated her on passing the test, and now the boys at the CIA would be very happy. But, they also made it clear that she should not fuck with them.

On another occasion they said that they had lied to her and that actually they worked for the Israeli Mossad. With sadness they would tell her about the holocaust, and look at what happened to Hitler when he defied them. "We are so powerful," they said, "that we control the White House, the Elysees Palace, and all European leaders are under our domination. At any time, we can create havoc in the financial markets and bring the world to a halt.
We can create panic in the banking systems and we can get rid of anyone we want. We can start a revolution anywhere and we can bring the Christian world to its knees."

After three months, Johanna Gawlik was sent back to Krakow. There she felt that she was being constantly followed. Strangers would approach her and mention things that would remind her of her Ukrainian experience. She lived in fear and kept to herself, waiting for Zein and Nasr to tell her about her next move.

After six months she was told to be ready for her mission. Her target was in town and she had to do anything to hook him. They took her to the best hair dresser and manicurist, big names in fashion cosmetics and make up, covered her face and she acquired a Polynesian-like tan at a local solarium. No one would refuse you now, said Naji Zein. The girl looked stunning. They arranged for her to meet the witness at the Greek restaurant and informed her about the best approach.

It did not take long for the Slavic charmer to seduce the witness. She told him that she had broken up with her boyfriend and now was looking for a solid relationship. She wanted to change and be taken on a trip, and she would love to travel with the witness. In two months, her sentiments toward the man were so strong that they would bring tears to her eyes and, in bed, she was a passionate tigress, never tired or refusing positions.

They traveled all around Europe and she even followed him to North Africa. When the witness asked to terminate the relationship as he had to return to the clinic, the siren started to cry and told him that she would love to join him for she had no one else in the world. This aroused the suspicion of the man. While traveling with him, she would call her mother daily (in fact, she was calling the group to give them briefings on her activities). He also had reservations about her not inquiring into anything about his family life and changing the subject whenever he would ask about her past.

Johanna called the Arabs and told them that the witness suspected something,
but was told to go along, ignore it, and show more appetite for sex.

Arrangements were made for her to have quarters adjacent to the clinic in he same complex as that of her predecessor, Corinna Thompson. Everything went along without any problems for a while. Two lovers walking and laughing on the banks of Lake Geneva and the girl calling her Mom, daily and at the same hour!!!!!

Soon, Zein and Nasr put Gawlick on a destructive course. She would disappear at night and then call the patient to come and pick her up from where she was drunk at a bar. She would make him miss appointments with his doctors. She would walk out of her room topless and would shout hysterically for no reason. The witness saw the changes in her. She had been a jovial sweet girl when he met her and now she had turned into an aggressive bitch. She demanded that the witness check out of the medical facility and marry her. When he replied that his condition required that he stay as long as needed because it had to do with terrorism and organized crime, she shouted: "I don't care. You are messing with the most powerful people in this world and they will hurt you and anyone who will give you a hand. This is a last warning. You will be next. You will suffer the same fate as Dr. Rossell.

At that same time, Dr, Claude Rossell was in agony after being brutally attacked while traveling in Egypt. Authorities in Switzerland were up in arms about being targeted by international terrorism with the resultant bankruptcy of their two airlines, Swissair and Crossair, plus the blowing up of their tunnels and assassination of their tourists in Egypt. They put out a report that the physician had been in a car accident. But, from reliable sources, Doubtcome.com learned that Dr. Rossell was approached by four individuals dressed as policemen who asked him to go with them in their car. They took him to a remote area in the suburbs of Cairo and beat him so badly that he was left for dead. After receiving medical attention and numerous surgical operations, Dr. Rossell succumbed to his injuries and passed away. He joined others who had met the same fate and became another martyr on the long list of heroes who stood up to international terrorists and their proxies, the Mossad and the CIA.