The Picture to the right shows the University of Geneva Hospital Pediatric Psychiatric Lock Down Ward for Children, where D* was drugged and locked in for three weeks, without being allowed to leave at all. The ward is quite small, as it is only half of the the ground floor at the end the southeast wing. D*'s room was the second from the right most shown. That is the window where he posted his signs and the attendents came and took them down.

The rest of the hospital has similar constuction as this wing. In the rest of the hospital patients in the rooms may open these windows, as they are patio doors. However, in the psychiatric ward the patio doors are key bolted from the inside.

The first two weeks D* was at the hospital the left window pane was covered with plywood. After I circulated a flyer that complained about D*'s conditions the window was fixed, but I understand that then both windows were covered on the inside. That ended the sign posting.

This is a picture of the park that D* could see when looking out his window but not go to. On nice days this park is full of children from the pediatric ward with their parents. Across Barelemy-Menn street there is a small park the neighborhood children may play in, and just at the next street corner there is an elementary school. When I complained he could see a park outside with parents playing with their children, the window was covered. As noted above.

This is the hall that goes down the middle of the wing past the ward, it shows the approximate length of the ward. The ward entrance is just to the left, the doctors offices to the right. When D* was in the ward one could walk into the pediatric reception and take a right, and follow the tape staying to the left to get to the ward, but since D* has been there, a wall has been errected with a door apparently making a waiting room of end of the hall before it Ys.

These are the shredded remains of the ribons I left on the fence so that D* would be able to look out the window at any time and know he had not been forgotten. Each time I put a ribbon on the fence, security would come out and remove it. Security did not take the time to take the wire off rather they just pulled off the colored cloth part. They made sure to create the image that D* had no hope. I would often stand by this fence looking at the window where D* posted his signs hoping he would see me. The sidewalk was public property.

These times posted on the locked ward door constrain when one may use a permitted visitation interval. Visitation was only allowed by doctor Clinton for 30 minutes a day and this was only during D*'s second week at the ward. Note visitation was only allowed during the afternoon, and as I live in another city, it cut out my afternoons. At times my attorney could only meet in the afternoon and I would have to tell him no.