September 23

12:35 I went earlier to pick the garbage left by the 2 screaming kids of the evening. If i don't, they start a terrible mold smell... inside. An old ninja trick i guess.

This morning they came to fix the concrete stairs at two apartments. Breaking and pouring concrete all day. However i slept through most of it.

Working here at night has its reasons. One of it is the silence. But when i went to pick the garbage from the grass i saw the balcony of the building where one of the kids used to live is cracked and misaligned, worse than mine. I said to myself. What if they come tomorrow and start breaking and pouring concrete at my balcony or at the other one?

12:51 Nevermind. Since i started working at a blog post, he started the TV real loud upstairs.

3:00 "What's wrong?" Said Angela when she saw me in the parking lot at Eaton to pick her. "Everything, except the market" i said.

May the market prevail. After everybody put their retirement money, with confidence, in the market, the market remains number one priority. Forget the truth, forget the law. Here come the patriot freemasons to fix things up by breaking concrete.

After what i posted Sunday, the market went down on Monday. I didn't realize that until closure time. It would have gone even lower if not for me cooking that meatloaf while they were delivering in the building. However, it proves that i had no intention and no control whatsoever. That SOB who calls himself Klaus Iohannis was allowed to talk nothing at the UN. So he can recover the free fall position in the Romania before whatever. Congress of his party. After he named 8 prime ministers during his 7 years reign, with the last one shaking badly. That was the reason that prompted me to search for Guterres. (Because of Carol II who at some time flirted with the right extreme, he abdicated in favor of a dictator etc..) exile in Portugal, where he died, some Romanians, especially the supposed extreme right ones, probably some political ghosts who secretly support the "German" Iohannis, fantasize about having some sort of secret ties to Portugal, from where they bought a squadron of third hand F16s, probably thinking the Portuguese have removed whatever traps and bugs instead of buying new ones from US. That was the reason the market fell Monday, the match for Guterres, who is, like all others, an actor (opera singer), almost unknown in Hungary, with one picture forgotten on a site. But that was enough.
And then all hell broke loose. Tuesday he two kids from Japan who specialize in screaming and other artistry, who screamed for hours while i kept drinking. Wednesday they came with a plan (could have started Tuesday and haven't seen). They came to break and pour concrete at some entrances. Don't know if it was necessary, never really looked at those before, they broke several cubic feet of concrete per entrance from the direction of the wind. Or that was just the cover and they released much more from much closer. Though i was aware of the dangers of fine concrete dust (mainly sharp fine silica or glass which besides some trouble breathing, in small amounts may create pain all over body), i had so many things on my mind it took me again by surprise.  Wednesday evening the two kids from Japan again screaming for hours while i drank my minds out without realising it was the pain i was drinking for and which kept me sober no matter how much i drank. In the mornings, dog poo. In other words, in the last three days they threw at me everything they had. And since all that was not enough, last night the guy upstairs came. But at least it ended the rumor i might have made him disappear. However how many minds this rumor changed?

This morning after i went to take Angela at work, when i came back i forgot the keys in the door. I cannot explain it, it didn't happen in a long time, i had nothing in my hands, what could have done it, a noise in a critical moment on the background of pain and drinking and being absent minded (something similar happened in the moment of the accident, i've been exposed to dust in the days before and did not realise i was surrounded by cars at a time they were very few on the freeways). Or somebody maybe extracted the key with a tool like a fishing pole from under the couch where i found the wallet, which is like 10 ft in straight line away from door which has a rubber seal on top of the sill.

Yesterday after the blowers came, i went and swept the stairs, hosed everything else. But i forgot to hose the tuck and by driving it now i'm in pain again.

When i got back they pushed some more, there was zipfly thing around he handle of my door only, though i have zipfly. When i went for the walk, today, again meeting with this construction guy in the NE corner of hospital's parking lot (deja vu) who was this time dressing though he was fully dressed, putting more clothes on top of winter clothes he had on, and a neon vest on top, while behind him, the portable toilet forgotten by the city and a sexy woman in shorts walking in a hurry with the se_quoia trees in the background. Those trees have been planted, obviously aroud the time Oregon became a state 5:05 I hosed everything. When i hosed the screen at the balcony something like white milk came out of it. Concrete dust. Also when i rinsed in the sink the towel i keep on ft above the filter.

5:15 At dangerous levels concrete dust particles are invisible. Concrete dust can irritate skin. In other words, i've been metsubushed. Again.

10:25 Am terminat de scris scriptul pentru numărătoarea banilor care se scurg pe apa sâmbetei la Ministerul Transporturilor, începând cu 1 ianuarie 2021. Era scris cam aiurea, omul l-a pus pe un forum să întrebe ceva, între timp am găsit alte versiuni, dar până la urmă în 24 de ore am învățat suficient Java ca să scriu un progrămel de la început la sfârșit, cam 10 linii de cod. LOL. Întotdeauna am spus, un limbaj nu e greu, deși până la urmă e cheia, acolo unde contează viziunea programatorului, ce e mai greu și mai plictisitor este deslușirea mediului de programare și folosirea bibliotecilor. Bineînțeles că banii la ministere nu curg așa lin, ci cu sughițuri, în tranșe mai mari sau mai mici, am vrut să dau o intuiție a fenomenului. Ce m-a motivat așa tare. Declarația post ministerială a lui Drulă, care în tupeul lui infinit spunea ieri că "nu trece nici o zi fără...".

Mă dor fața, ochii, pielea pe tot corpul de la diferite prafuri (beton, lemn roșu (sequoia)) care zboară pe aici.

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12:55 Asta și pentru că geamul la dormitor era deschis. Praf venea în continuare pe geam. Nu pot să cred că după atâtea ore încă zboară prin aer praful invizibil de beton. Deși am văzut mai devreme în parcarea de la drum o camionetă mai mare (industrială) plină cu bucăți de beton. Au muncit ceva oamenii. Îmi amintesc că ieri noapte am dormit 3 ore după care am dus-o pe Angela, am venit înapoi, am stat la calc 2 ore, până la 8 după care am încercat să dorm, moment în care tipul de sus a coborât la mașina de vreo două ori, a văzut cheia la mine în ușă după care m-a chinuit timp de o oră jumate, până când a plecat și am dormit încă vreo 2 ore. M-a trezit o furgonetă de spălat motoare, cu motorul de la aspirator care este mult mai mic decât motorul principal, dar nu prea are amortizor de zgomot, iar vibrațiile respective au făcut ca praful din aer să intre în apartament pe lângă ușă sau prin orice crăpătură pe la geamuri. A și sper să nu uit. Sunt două trasee până la serviciul lui Angela, unul prin spate, care e mai bun dimineața la 6 și unul pe strada principală care e mai bun la venire. Deși ăla pe strada principală are camere la fiecare intersecție (nu de semafor sau viteză, ci de supraveghere, de la oraș. Vin și se bagă cu tot felul de logo-uri și numere și tipuri de mașini sugestive, alese în funcție de temă de către AI pentru nebunii care se uită pe stream-ul video pus la dispoziție de primărie lumii ca să vadă). La venire am mers prin spate, am trecut pe lângă o școală, am stat mult în spatele autobuzelor școlare, la fel distribuite de AI care au o ușă în spate care se deschide dinafară, etc..