Electronic Specialty

In January 1996 i got hired by Interim Personnel, later known as Spherion, in Vancouver, WA. On January 29 i started working at Electronic Specialty Corporation, a Washington corporation, presumably owned by Deltec International, Inc., a Florida corporation, according to this document "On April 13, 1998 (the "Closing Date"), ESC Acquisition Corp. ("Buyer"), a Washington corporation and wholly-owned subsidiary of Pacific Aerospace & Electronics, Inc. ("PA&E"), purchased substantially all of the assets (the "Asset Purchase") of Electronic Specialty Corporation, a Washington corporation ("Seller"), pursuant to an Asset Purchase Agreement between PA&E, the Buyer, the Seller, and Deltec International, Inc., a Florida corporation and Seller's majority shareholder (the "Asset Purchase Agreement")." http://www.secinfo.com/dr8Tq.7Fk.htm#1ey [this link doesn't work anymore as discovered on 02/28/2012, [it works now on 02/29/2012], please try here] http://business.globe24h.com/sec/001/06/068000/0000068189.shtml [or here] http://google.brand.edgar-online.com/EFX_dll/EDGARpro.dll?FetchFilingHTML1?ID=833556&SessionID=eGPqHC9nzzITjk7 at 14511 NE 13th Ave, Vancouver, WA, 98668-3501.

Between January 29 and January 31 1996 i was working continuously for 10 hours a day at a drilling press, alone in a corner of a building, far from the other workers, using 1,1,1 Triclhoroethane aka methyl chloroform as a cooling agent, calibrating ferrite relay armature holes. The 1,1,1 Triclhoroethane was sprayed onto the armatures with compressed air that i was controlling myself with a pedal, from a metallic container initially with no label on it and i was not aware of the danger of inhaling the substance. I was instructed to press the pedal every time i was inserting the calibrating tool in a hole. A fan was present but it was pointed towards me. Because i had my eyes irritated they gave me safety glasses.

1,1,1 Trichloroethane was used as anaesthetic in WWII alongside or before chloroform and was replaced by chloroform in use in general anaesthesia. The difference in toxicity between methyl chloroform and chloroform is somewhat similar with the difference between methyl and ethyl alcohol. It had various uses in the United States including in dry cleaning until January 1996, when it was banned by the WHO. Later they realized that even traces of this substance in the clothes cleaned this way were toxic.

I did thousands. Mery, the supervisor congratulated me for doing so many and "bringing them back to schedule". Yes it was spelled Mery, i was staring at her badge many times as it was unusual.

I remember this well because it was my first job in the United States in an industrial environment and that phrase gave me hope.

There were lots of Russian workers in there and in one of those days a young and beautiful Russian woman came into my corner of that huge warehouse and gave me a piece of paper with a phone number and told me that if i had any problems to call that number. 

One day a gentleman in his 40s, with blue eyes came to me and told me he was the owner of the company, from Argentina, asked me how i came to the United States and welcomed me to his company. 

After that i can't remember exactly what i was doing but i have the notes i made for dr Robert Bradley at Vancouver Occupational Medical Center (VOMC) at 315 SE Stonemill Dr #110, Vancouver, WA.

In another day there was on a table in the cafeteria a local newspaper that later i found in the library on microfilm, with an article saying that the Green Card lottery was intended to curb the illegal immigration into this country and he expects from the legal immigrants brought here this way to play by the rules.

On February 2 i was working with another machine using 1,1,1 Triclhoroethane as lubricant. One of the company's employee's, the one who helped me with the initial setup, named John, put “by mistake” some 1,1,1 Triclhoroethane in a plastic jar . The jar's bottom melted right away. But i didn't react because i was feeling euphoric and i wasn't thinking anymore. But after that they moved me into a different work place.

Needless to say i was driving to work and from every day. 

In that weekend i was really euphoric and there was black ice all the way between Vancouver and Salem and i was invited by my friend Julian Mart and drove anyways, skidding all my way there.

I remember i locked myself out of the car with the engine running when i arrived and Veronica, Julian's wife, kinda smiling, gave me the explanation that i was too excited.

In the next week i worked in other different places at ES.

On February 6 in a company's meeting someone made me aware what i worked with and the next day a red, big, label appeared on the container with the name of the substance and they also made the MSDS available. 

On February 13 i had lunch in the cafeteria with a couple of young ladies and they gave me bagels and cheese. At 14:20 i got sick and feeling breathless and i was afraid i was going unconscious or even die. Somebody told me she talked to Elisabeth, the manager and i should go home, not to worry about the time card and evertying. I went home. I started to feel better and i returned with my wife in about an hour. Mery told me that a descision was taken and my assignment ended.

Starting that day i couldn't sleep anymore. Anything i was eating or drinking had a strange taste so i stopped eating or drinking. Any noise from the apartment above seemed amplified. I started having hallucinations too. Somehow i had this obsessive idea that i was poisoned or drugged. The smells where amplified as well. I had no medical insurance. In the night of January 17 i became paranoid and took my wife from bed and drove away. On Fourth Plain Blvd i stopped a police car, i had no shoes and my wife was undressed. I asked the officer for some water because i thought the water from the apartment was poisoned. I told him i was thinking that someone drugged me. The officers told me to drive away. I drove for a minute and stopped again. They were following us and told me again to drive otherwise they are going to arrest me. Than i drove around downtown Vancouver for about an hour and went to the police station telling them they were fumes in my car. Etc.

It continued like this for six days since i couldn't sleep no more until i got pepper sprayed, arrested and beaten by a couple of policewomen on February 19 after i called 911 and the police came several times. After that they falsely accused me of assault against my wife and resisting arrest. I spent another sleepless night in jail with my eyes hurting from the spray because i was not treated. But that is another story

There were numerous negative health effects arising from that exposure including the elevation of some liver enzymes that were up to 6 times higher than normal one month after exposure.

I am aware of the statutes of limitations. I never got and probably will never get any compensation for this, ever. I remember i filed a complaint with the State of Washington Department of Labor Industry twice with no result.

About more than a month after accident i saw a doctor, his name is Joseph Eusterman of Lake Oswego, (friend with dr.Kitzhaber and cofounder of the Archimede Movement) and in his Jeep, in the 7 Eleven Parking lot on A street, in Lake Oswego, not far then from his home. The second time the appointment was in a building in downtown Portland, on 3rd of 4t St, it might very well have been the hotel where FBI in Portland was residing. At that time.

The name of the Romanian gentleman who took me to Interim Personnel in Vancouver is Dan Laurentiu Costan of Camas, WA. I mention his name because it seemed to me in different occasions that he was personally interested in doing this, by the expression of his face. 

The name of the person who sent me to dr. Eusterman was Veronica Mart of then Salem, now Seattle. 

And there is much more to this story. 

What i was describing above is just a tiny example of the things i was subjected to since i came in this country. They continue to present day. 

I was never compensated for anything. I am living from my wife's work and my $500 Social Security check. We have a small debt on a few credit cards. And i do not expect anything either. Just an explanation.

March 15

11:35 AM After that life changing (ruining) experience with Electronic Specialty, after about 6 months of coming to US, there is something good left.

Back then i was trying to figure the hazards of trichloroethane and how much could had affected me and i found about about MSDSs. (Trichloroethane itself was banned by WHO in that year, but that ban did not reach Electronic Specialty, a manufacturing firm working then and now for Defense).

Each product sold in the US containing hazardous materials has to have a so called Material Safety Data Sheet.

Since most products contain hazardous chemicals it results most products should have one.

The trick is by looking at those you can have an idea what they are made of. And yes they can be used by competition too but it's not such a great deal cause within each industry there are engineers who know that stuff anyways. For confirmation maybe?

Today i did some more searches trying to figure if there are materials like those i used for my dentures which are custom trays making materials (that are supposedly safe enough to stick in your mouth) to make an imprint, made specifically for dentures and not for trays and i started with those for trays that i knew of.

Acrylic acid, methacrylate, urethane methacrylate, stuff like these are hazardous chemical substances.

First, i could not find one for the specific product i used (a cheap, generic one made in China). Then i tried with brands and again could not find one. Finally i found some for products not available to buy (not on Amazon anyway, the convenience to order, get delivered etc.).

Some of them are 95% acrylate. Some have glass and silica as fillers (to increase durability, reduce shrinking and cost) and up to 50-60 percent resin. I remember when i cut those with scissors, i heard that crackling sound like cutting through tiny pieces of glass caught in a putty.

I'd say it wouldn't bother me since...

Only trouble is i used a rotary tool to make small adjustments and though i used a mask (not all the time), i got to breath some. Then i got tired of rinsing them every time i made an adjustment, and rinsed my mouth in the end. Now i feel the touch of glass around my mouth and eyes.

However. I remember they were better days when you could find an SDS no matter what through a google search. They were (still are) specialized (competing) sites with databases loaded with SDSs for most materials. But for those i searched, they did not come up (on google).

Home Depot had a link to one on each product page. They don't have them anymore or they are not easy to find.

But then the giant Amazon. Again not readily available and they pass responsibility to seller. But when i went to the sellers sites, i found none. Amazon is not a seller but is it a distributor?

March 2nd

E mișto și ieftin să poți să faci mâncare în cuptor dar sunt unele dezavantaje în spațiul ăsta îngust. Ieri s-a ars grăsime pe folia de aluminiu și au căzut câteva picături jos în cuptor și au făcut un miros iute care mi-a creat greutate în respirație (shortness of breath), sever. Bine am respirat eu pe gură o oră și mi-am pus decongestant după care am spălat cuptorul și am aruncat folia, dar mirosul încă persista când m-am trezit dimineața și am făcut iar shortness of breath și mi-am pus iar decongestant, cam la 12 ore.

Chestiile astea însă mi-au apărut după Electronic Specialty. Țin minte că în Vancouver în ianuarie 1996 am făcut odată friptură de porc (cu carne cumpărată de la Sheridan). După Electronic Specialty nu am putut dormi timp de o săptămână, cred și din cauza mirosului care mai ales dacă nu cureți cuptorul persistă timp de săptămâni, Angela fuma parcă pe atunci și nu a fost afectată, și eu neștiind ce se întâmplă am ajuns până la urmă la spital unde m-au băgat la COVID (1996) nebuni.

Chestia este mult agravată de mersul pe tavan ce provoacă praf să cadă din vopsea. Și acolo am avut niște vecini deasupra ce păreau să mă urmărească cu scârțâiala oriunde mergeam în apartament.

Am scris astea într-un email, dar când m-am gândit să le scriu pe blog, tipul de deasupra, care de azi stă acasă a început să scârțâie ca un nebun.

10:00 Ok a plecat, cred că după tot ce am scris. Oops. Azi e joi, Thurdsay, de la Thor, zeul tunetului în mitologia nordică. Au venit ăștia cu camionul lor de 20 tone să ia gunoiul. Ambalează motorul de 500 CP și cu niște furci uriașe, ridică tomberonul deasupra, îl scutură înăuntru și îl pun trântesc înapoi jos, ceea ce crează un minut două de zgomote ca de tunet cu scuturături. 4 tomberoane în jurul clădirii, totul durează mai mult de jumătate de oră. Deși săptămâna asta au mai fost marți tomberoanele sunt aproape goale fiindcă joia trecută a nins și tot orașul a fost blocat.

3:52 Ok i think i slept 3-4 more hours, until 2. Wanted to go for a walk but i was not ready until 3. First think when i got outside i noticed the smell of smoke, similar to the one inside. I thought maybe the smoke got into the (empty) walls, but when i got back there was none (outside). Which means some other smoke must have come in today from outside. I can confirm, like always when i leave for walks, i was dizzy, sleepy and careless.

Some guys were maneuvering with cars on the upper alley. One guy with a black car was moving back and forth on the left side where i was going, pretending trying to align his car while parking rear first. However after i passed him he made a sharp left, ft away from me. But when i looked he started to pretend he was moving for the next spot. Then why was he trying to align with the first spot was into if it was the wrong one?

Right after the bin there was hidden this black SUV. After i passed the bin a white girl popped in front of me, smiling. (It was hailing, i was wearing an umbrella and she was).

Dr.Piepgrass

Here is a (broken) thread of emails between Oregon Board of Medical Licencing. Again it came to me i saw people dressed as doctors in doctors offices or hospitals who were not doctors. For some reason OBM first said no then changed their mind after i forwarded them an old email where they said yes. But that was several years ago when there was still some reason left in All Oregon.

I write this here today because i suddenly realized what might be the most important part of my problems. Health problems that is.

That spring after i got health insurance from Epson i went to see a doctor in Beaverton, in an office across the street from Key Bank. Dr.Piepgrass. I was attracted by the name for some reason when i was searching in the phone book. My complain was heartburn and shortness of breath. Dr.Piepgrass who was looking a lot like Tom Hanks though i didn't know at the time sent me for a barium exam. It was in the doctors' offices called the Commons, across the street from Target on Greenburg Blvd. in Beaverton.

There something really strange happened. A tall technician came and said something about hietal hernia. It was the first time i heard about. Then he strapped me to a rotating table and gave me to drink not barium but what he said it was flavored baking soda crystals mixed with water. According to him they were supposed to react with the acid in my stomach, create lots of carbon dioxide, inflate my stomach so he can see it better. After i drank that he turned me upside down with that table.

Weeks later i spoke on the phone with then my friend Veronica Mart, "the woman in Salem" as pastor John Day once said. (A pastor from Texas). The woman in Salem told me on the phone that if i already went to Mt.Hood i should go one day to Mt.St.Helens as well. Minutes later i had a feeling i do not hear well with my right ear. So i went in the bathroom, took a cotton swab and checked and i saw i had a wax plug covering completely my right year. I might had have it for years, from Romania. So i went to another doctor and she pulled it with some tweezers and came out relatively easy. (The guy upstairs drive me nuts, it's one AM and he keeps walking in the room, not going to bathroom, just between living and dining and back right away).

Immediately after i started feeling sick. Not able to sleep, in a few days i quit the work at Epson. Don't know how it lasted until i ended up in the hospital. More about here

http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2012/11/shawn-parker.html

The point is the procedure with the baking soda crystals and being turned upside down might had increased my hietal hernia. For those who don't know hietal hernia is enlargement of the diaphragm that among other things opens more easily the valve between esophagus and stomach and among other things lets Hydrochloric acid vapors from stomach into the esophagus and though some might get into the lungs, some might escape from your mouth, create a weird, sour smell for others but also create a conduit in the air that... electrostatically attracts positively charged dust, since persons are electrostatically charged negative. So it basically turns you into a dust vacuum. If there is statically positively charged dust in the air, it will selectively affect only you and no other people. Of course on long term the lungs are affected. Of course it gets worse when you get mad and stuff. Like some person in the apartment above you, using some thermal imaging device or some other method tracks you and walks on top of you getting you mad and also releasing dust from the ceiling. Also people next door hitting the ball to the wooden floor, a similar effect. Dust you attract gets into your lungs and stomac and depending what it is gives you all kinda of short and long term health problems. (More steps upstairs, fifteen minutes later). Nowadays i take antibiotics for about o month, and when i thought it was over, yesterday and the day before there was again lots of dust in the apartment and today i woke up with back pain and pain in the pancreas and bile area.

But the problem might have been created about one year earlier, during a visit to my then friend Julian Mart in Salem after the Electronic Specialty episode i wrote about here.

http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2012/02/electronic-specialty.html

After several days of inhaling 1,1,1 Triclhoroethane aka methyl chloroform

That night i remember i was very euphoric, there was black ice on the freeway all the way from Portland to Salem but i did not want to miss Julian's invitation, they had over visiting them Cleo, a friend of them, who was looking like Estee Lauder and probably his husband George, the guy who was looking like Carlos Santana.

ON 15 it is Julian's birthday and Hungary's national day. For some reason i always thought Tom Hanks was half Hungarian, maybe because he looks so much like Tony Curtis who was Hungarian.

Julian Mart is here in a picture when he came back into the US via Poland after "being deported".

http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2013/07/old-pictures-from-year-2000.html

One more thing. In September 95 i lived for about a months at the Mart's in Dallas, Oregon. There i met Cleo for the first time. (It might not have been the first time, she might have been also "doamna Aramă, the mother of a High School class mate who was looking like Ronald Lauder). After Veronica yelled at me several but only while driving alone with me in her car i decided to move somewhere else to another Romanian guy (there are many other stories) in Portland. Suddenly one night i told them i was living. But just before that guy picked us up from there Julian insisted i saw the movie Forrest Gump from a tape he had.

And one more thing. When i was about eight years old my father bought a small transistor radio which had a headphone. Though it seems to me weird these days, i was allowed to play with that radio freely and i opened it and adjusted those ferite coils many times).

From: Joan Stieger <joan.stieger@state.or.us>
Date: Fri, Feb 17, 2017 at 3:40 PM
Subject: RE: Picture of a licensee
To: "george.ion.email@gmail.com" <george.ion.email@gmail.com>
Cc: Josh Paul <josh.paul@state.or.us>

Mr. Ion,

Your request for pictures of licensees was forwarded to me.  I have verified that pictures are public record and would be available for a fee.  That fee depends on what all you want.

In your email that you had sent Randy Day 4 years ago, Randy had let you know that the photographs that we have are usually passport size and quality.  We also received them when they applied for licensure.  Depending on when they were licensed, many years may have passed.  Also, the image that you would receive would be from a copy machine thus the quality would be further degraded.

Your original request from a couple of years ago had a list of 13 licensees that you were interested in.  Could you please confirm which doctors you want a picture of?

Once we have that list, we will need to request those files from archives in Salem.  That could take up to 6 weeks to receive them.  When the files are delivered to our office, we will gather the photographs, redacting any confidential portions of the record.  At this point, you can either personally inspect them or we can prepare them for copying.  This portion of the process will cost $20.00 each.  If you want us to make copies of the photos, there will be an additional charge of $5.20 each.  I have attached our request form for licensee file information along with the fee schedule.

Please let me know if you have any further questions.

Joan Stieger
Accounting Supervisor

Oregon Medical Board, Agency 847
1500 SW First Avenue, Suite 620
Portland, OR  97201-5847
Phone: 971-673-2690Fax: 971-673-2670

www.oregon.gov/omb

joan.stieger@state.or.us

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From: George Ion [mailto:george.ion.email@gmail.com]
Sent: Monday, February 13, 2017 11:27 AM
To: OMB Info <omb.info@bme.state.or.us>
Subject: Picture of a licensee

Can i get from you pictures of licensees for a fee if it's public record?

George Ion

Tualatin, Oregon.

From: George Ion <george.ion.email@gmail.com>
Date: Mon, Feb 13, 2017 at 1:48 PM
Subject: Fwd: dr.Hannes Sigurtsson
To: omb.info@state.or.us

Randy Day was not with OMB?

You don't offer this service anymore?

George Ion.

Pictures of licensees are not something that is available from the Oregon Medical Board.

Have a great day.

Joshua Paul

Public Information Specialist

Oregon Medical Board

1500 SW 1st Avenue Suite 620

Portland, OR  97201-5847

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On Wed, Jan 23, 2013 at 8:36 AM, Randy Day <randy.day@state.or.us> wrote:

The only photos we have are those submitted at the time of application. These are “passport” size and quality. Given the passage of time the usefulness of the photos is questionable.

To answer your question, these photographs are public record and are available for a fee. The average cost would be $25 to $50 depending whether we have then here or in the state archives. You should also be aware the image you would receive would be from a copy machine and not a duplicate photograph. As such, the quality would be further degraded.

Randy H. Day Complaint Resource Officer Oregon Medical Board 1500 SW First Ave. Suite 620 Portland, OR 97201

Phone - 971-673-2702 FAX - 971-673-2669

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From: George Ion [mailto:george.ion.email@gmail.com]
Sent: Tuesday, January 22, 2013 8:16 PM
To: Randy Day
Subject: Re: dr.Hannes Sigurtsson

The main purpose of my email was about the need to properly identify doctors. The only way to to this is if you posted on your online database their pictures, lilke in social networks. If not, maybe they are avaiable for a fee?

On Tue, Jan 22, 2013 at 4:32 PM, Randy Day <randy.day@state.or.us> wrote:

The information that you find on our web page is all that is available except for some older malpractice claims. To get a written report about a doctor, the cost is $10.00 for each physician. Again, all you will get from these reports is older malpractice claims, if any.

I have attached an information request form if you need it.

Randy H. Day
Complaint Resource Officer
Oregon Medical Board
1500 SW First Ave. Suite 620
Portland, OR 97201

Phone - 971-673-2702
FAX - 971-673-2669

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From: George Ion [mailto:george.ion.email@gmail.com]
Sent: Tuesday, January 22, 2013 12:51 PM
To: Randy Day
Subject: Fwd: dr.Hannes Sigurtsson

And most important, if you have a photo of dr.Sigurtsson on file and in general photos of all the doctors listed bellow.

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: George Ion <george.ion.email@gmail.com>
Date: Tue, Jan 22, 2013 at 12:37 PM
Subject: Fwd: dr.Hannes Sigurtson
To: Randy Day <randy.day@state.or.us>


I apologize, for the last two i mistook names

Rana, Hiren Thakorbhai MD, MD14344
Rana, Vandana Hiren MD MD15791

In addition, there's one more
Douglas, Daniel Ray MD MD18403

Here'e the list updated
Bertani    Emily Danielle MD MD152933
Bindal    Vandana Niraj MD MD23239
Boboia    Dorina S MD MD14590
Collier    Jeanine Shannon-Allison MD MD21368
Douglas, Daniel Ray MD MD18403   
Erickson    Kenneth Reed MD MD13119
Eusterman    Joseph Huntimer MD MD06417
Gilligan    John French MD MD20074
Parent    Joseph Adrien Jr. MD MD08183
Patil    Ravindra Ramdas MD MD21026
Piepgrass    Sterling Robin MD MD12092
Rana    Hiren Thakorbhai MD    MD14344
Rana    Vandana Hiren MD MD15791   

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: George Ion <george.ion.email@gmail.com>
Date: Tue, Jan 22, 2013 at 12:11 PM
Subject: Re: dr.Hannes Sigurtson
To: Randy Day <randy.day@state.or.us>


Don't know if you noticed, on the attached document he printed his name with a t not d. Please send me any printed document related to him that you can send me for free or for a fee. I reattached the "court order" here. This would not be the first case of mistaken or stolen ID or doctors practicing without license or under fake ID in the State of Oregon. I remember of dr.Patil. By the way, the dr. who treated my wife after her surgery in 2004 at Providence was also named Patil.

Please send me the same printed documents, copies of license or any document i am entitled to ask for free or for a free for the following doctors.

Patil, Ravindra Ramdas MD MD21026
Boboia, Dorina S MD MD14590
Gilligan, John French MD MD20074
Bertani, Emily Danielle MD MD152933
Piepgrass, Sterling Robin MD MD12092
Parent, Joseph Adrien Jr. MD MD08183
Erickson, Kenneth Reed MD MD13119
Eusterman, Joseph Huntimer MD MD06417
Bindal, Vandana Niraj MD MD23239
Collier, Jeanine Shannon-Allison MD MD21368
Hiren, Vandana, Doctor's Express, Boones Ferry, Lake Oswego,
Hiren, Rana, ex-Woodland Park Hospital

The last two i cannot find right now in your database, although i could yesterday.



Gheorghe Ion
47 Eagle Crest dr#10
Lake Oswego, OR, 97035

On Tue, Jan 22, 2013 at 8:17 AM, Randy Day <randy.day@state.or.us> wrote:

At the time of your treatment, Hannes Jon Sigurdur Sigurdsson, MD23721, was licensed to practice in Oregon. He has since returned to Iceland.

Randy H. Day
Complaint Resource Officer
Oregon Medical Board
1500 SW First Ave. Suite 620
Portland, OR 97201

Phone - 971-673-2702
FAX - 971-673-2669

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From: OMB Info
Sent: Tuesday, January 22, 2013 8:11 AM
To: Randy Day
Subject: dr.Hannes Sigurtson

In September 2004 while i was in hospital at Providence St.Vincent in Barnes Rd, Portland, i have been treated by a dr.Sigurtson. I attach hear a court order signed by him with his name printed underneath the signature. He disappeared after issuing this document and was replaced by another doctor while i was still in there.

I have a suspicion he was not a real doctor, nor licensed to practice medicine in the State of Oregon. Please advise.

George Ion
47 Eagle Crest dr.#10
Lake Oswego, OR, 97035

Naturalization. Why Not?

I guess i never wrote the entire story from beggining to end so it can be understood by anybody. In December 95 i moved to Vancouver, WA, at Fox Pointe Apts next to Kyocera factory at the advise of Nelu Ciorba who introduced me to Dan Costan. Dan Costan was already working there as a tech and his wife as an operator and the firm had a reputation for hiring Romanians (back then everybody was hiring).

However i was denyied the app though in September i was called for an interview in the evening which i missed becasue i was working swing shift at Sheridan that day.

Around Christmass time there has been a shooting at the 7-11 on our street.

In January Dan Costan took me to an Interim agency (now Shperion) who hired me to work for Electronic Specialty. He was kinda sarcastic and he told me after on several occasions that he was a right extremists while being very offensive, if not threatening.

So i went to work there. Since the first day, a woman named Merry (resembling my grade school chemistry teacher) asked to work at a drilling press passing a tool through ferrite relay armatures used in a military application. As i said in the linked post above, i got sick and ended up in jail and then  hospital.

I figured the smartest way to describe what happened is to link to other posts. But the short story is i got gassed with 1,1,1 trichloroethane, awake and without water for a week, pepper sprayed, beaten, arrested by a couple of police women, booked, jailed and had a trial date set for a couple of misdemeanors.

But i didn't know about the trial until a few days before when i got the "invitation" in the mail. I think i was already working at Credence and had 800 dollars in my checking. So i grabbed the yellow pages and found an attorney by the name James Mayhew. He agreed to see me right away and acted as a gentleman, the kinda i never saw before or after in the US. He took my money, copies from all the documents and said he will go to trial.

However in the evening before the trial date (i think it was May 3rd, my mother's birthday) got a message on the answering machine (digital, a novelty, had only 30 seconds recording time for one message) this message from Janet Anderson, the court appointed attorney, the one who represented me in the day after the arrest in front of the judge.

It was only in the last years that i realized her voice is Hilary Clinton's. The physical appearance as i remember (height, weight, face) also matches her.

So all of a sudden i found myself the next day in Vancouver Municipal Court's hallway having two lawyers, arguing with each other. The calm and nice gentlemen i saw in the office the other day turned into a small man all perspiring in front of her.

However he managed to tell me that if i take that offer it means i plea guilty to the offenses (a couple of misdemeanors), that would eventually be dismissed after 2 years but forever in my record and i will have problems with my citizenship. He also told me not to sign the agreement because it was never signed by the judge Stocker.

I those moments i had to make a decision and going in that courtroom with the perspiring guy seemed to risky to me. So i signed the papers and then the next days i did something i will be ashamed forever. I went and asked him the money back and he gave it to me.

Years have passed and time to apply for the citizenship. However i stopped with filling the application when i got to the question "Have you ever been arrested". So i passed.

A few more years have passed and i got so sick in 2004 (unbearable upper abdominal pain) i decided to go to Romania to see some doctors there. And there i got another option. Since they would not let you enter EU without a health insurance, i bought one real cheap for a few months traveling there and went to France where i hopped i could see real doctors. But that is another story.

Since i did not know if i will return, or what will happen to me there, just before i left in April 2004 i filled the application for Angela since she had a clean record. When i came back in September i found Angela with a chemo pump on her shoulder, and after her "cancer" (we did not know of before i left) surgery in September (and one more stay at psychiatry for me in the same hospital, where she came to see me the day after surgery) she was granted citizenship. But i did not want to take a chance for myself, and will try to explain why.

But for that i will have to bring here the USCIS Naturalization Application form N400. At page 14 of the file there are some questions starting with "Have you ever been...?"

A few days ago i decided to fill the app to see what happens, cause i have been without a passport either Romanian or American or whatever for too long and the application for Green Card renewal is getting more expensive (fees) than Naturalization itself which does nor require renewal every five or ten years and you cannot travel with a Green Card only.

There is very little chance that two misdemeanors i pleaded guilty though never been convicted 27 years ago to cause any trouble with the application (where a couple of things can go wrong, the least, being denied, the second, deported for omitting crimes as a non-citizen). Though there are a few observations here to be made. Those records do not exist anymore at the Vancouver Court, they have been destroyed like any others after a number of years.

The app does not tell you what to do when records were destroyed (though expunged mentioned there also involves destroying though at your request). By forcing you to disclose an expunged record and eventually suffer the consequences, they are sanctioning you again for the same violation you may have been convicted in the past (NON BIS IN IDEM).

There is also a problem with what they call "deferred prosecution" (the agreement i made with the prosecutor though never signed by the judge) where you agree to the crimes you have committed or not to spare yourself the troubles of a trial (waving the presumption of innocence) where the prosecutors know you may have committed crimes and become your accomplices if you are never tried.

The prosecutor cannot grant amnesty to a non conviction and generally a prosecutor cannot grant amnesty (extra judicial or acts of justice outside courts).

Also when i looked at i saw more questions in that area than i remember from past versions, and also, because i have become more aware of laws and US Constitution and my English has improved, today it suddenly occurred to me the application itself may be unconstitutional.

One of the things is they force you to answer questions "even if a lawyer told you not to", that may incriminate yourself thus breaking the 5th Amendment of US Constitution, one time for each applicant.

And last but not least. Why would someone want to disclose a record that does not exist anymore with no way for USCIS to verify.

Welcome to my nightmare that lasted 27  years. To this moment i feel the touch of that baton she put in my hands to get my fingerprints while i was cuffed with my hands behind my back, pushed against the car and yelling with pain from pepper spraying. The episode got imprinted in my memory because until i saw the report i thought it was a gun.

Am ambulance came and theatrically treated one of them but not me. BTW when i got back from the hospital i saw under a bush next to the apartment a VCR tape but i was afraid to pick it thinking it might have been a trick. Did anybody filmed everything and wanted me to see it? How many times and hours i thought about and could never find a solution to all these? Thousands?

I think i read somewhere that statutes of limitations (prescriptions) do not apply to torture, attempted murder. It started with me being literally gassed at Electronic Specialty, driving under the influence of that gas, not sleeping, eating or drinking water for a week, beaten by the Police, threatened in jail, etc.. Hilary Clinton was accomplice to all these.

Bill Clinton himself was in Portland during those days.

Nimeni nu gândeşte pentru tine...

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În schimb gândeşti tu pentru ei... Gândurile noastre împing puterea mai departe... Gândurile nu se pot cenzura dar se pot minerí şi exploata, o nouă materie primă din care se croieşte ziua de mâine, chiar înainte de a ne trezi noi ei ne aşteaptă să ne servească antidotul pentru speranţe, la ştiri sub formă de subliminale, bâlbâieli, greşeli, evenimente şoc concepute special pentru ştiri care se exploatează zile în şir cu noi detalii în funcţie de necesităţi. Eu nu am fost în România, dar cine ar avea timp ar putea analiza serialul nesfârşit cu Elodia, şi ce au realizat cu chestia aia... Tot filmul Revoluţiei... Sau evenimentele de săptămâna trecută... Prea puţini au ieşit de acolo ca să credem că s-a întâmplat chiar aşa iar omul spune că nu îşi aminteşte şi a fost discreditat chiar de avocată... Cine a fost acolo, nu s-a băgat sub masă după ce a auzit prima împuşcătura, a mai văzut ceva? Acu s-a făcut linişte, au apărut suspiciuni şi sunt prea greu de acoperit? Nu-i iau apărarea, a fost samsar, poliţist român, fiu-su mafiot, tipic, dar nu cred că nu mai avea nici o plăcere de la viaţa asta ca să se autodistrugă... E adevărat că a avut creditul ăla? Prietena ei care ştia toate cele scrise în presă e moartă...

Episodul cu internarea a fost o pregătire, i s-a provocat psihoză acută şi după aia pasivizare cu antidepresante... Un "mini-terorist" pentru a termina o "mini-revoluţie"...

S-a vorbit un timp în România, imediat după dec 89 de ”război electronic”, ţinte inexistente pe radar, (odată mergeam pe Rarău şi un localnic mi-a arătat o cutie de aluminiu spartă cu nişte fire probabil fusese agăţată de un balon, vopsită kaki cu nişte electronică şi inscripţii chirilice în ea găsită după 89), arme psihotronice, un rus care putea să provoace orgasm în masă femeilor doar vorbind la televizor etc.

Acu unii spun că se face cu senzori pasivi, în paralel pe fibra optică deja instalată pentru alte scopuri normale, gajeturi, 3G, 4G, supercomputere, draci, laci, alţii spun că se făcea înainte chiar cu reţeaua electrică, radiouri şi televizoare... Chiar unele VIP-uri din România spuneau că nu mai ţin nici un fel de gajet în buzunare...

Nu mai caut acum dar am impresia că brevet de invenţie pentru dispozitiv de citit gânduri a existat de acu vreo sută de ani, pe numele lui Tesla...

Puţină lume care are iPhone etc. realizează că ţin în buzunar ceea ce în anii 80 sau 90 era numit supercomputer, o putere de calcul colosală care nu poate fi controlată sau verificată...

Mai ”nou”, pentru unii, mai puţini, feed back cu scene inserate în filme sau reclame generate pe supercomputer (da normal din ăla din zilele noastre, 40 ani mai târziu, sute de procesoare şi viteză de gigaherţi), în timp real,  la TV... Foarte greu de dovedit dacă stai şi te uiţi singur la televizor pe unul din sutele de canale disponibile. Cui să spui ce ai văzut în 2-a secundă din a 7-a reclamă din al 20-lea canal răsfoit cu telecomanda?

Iar pentru alţii şi mai puţini, zgomote sincronizate în vecini...

Eu după ce am venit în Statele Unite, în ianuarie 96 un ”prieten” mi-a spus că ”gândeşti prea repede” habar nu aveam ce vroia să spună şi m-a dus de mânuţă la un job, la Electronic Specialty şi m-au normalizat dar puţin cam mult şi ani de zile am fost ca un zombi.

Şi cine ar avea curajul să deschidă subiectul într-un legislativ sau oriunde să încerce să vorbească despre asemenea chestii fără riscul serios de a se autodiscredita, a fi băgat la cămaşa de forţă sau pe antidepresante sau mai rău? Şi acum stau cu mouse-ul pe Update şi mă gândesc, să fac clic sau nu?

Dapâi aceala-i gratis...!

În primăvara lui 97 lucram la Epson, Portland, ca asamblor de imprimante pe o linie cu mexicani, asiatici, arabi şi vecina mea de linie, o irlandeză de vreo 20 ani, Holly, frumoasă cât poate cineva să fie de frumoasă. De mă uitam la ea numai cu coada ochiului drept (era în dreapta, pe Michelle de la Ryles Center o ţin minte în coada ochiului stâng). (Normal, nevastă-mea lucra pe altă linie în spatele meu). În schimbul doi, în 8 ore, într-o noapte, am asamblat în 25 oameni 521 imprimante, cam dublu cât făceau celelalte linii, în tot atâta timp şi tot atâţia oameni şi cei de la Epson ne-au spus că a fost record mondial şi ne-au menţionat într-un pliant.

Holly odată m-a întrebat dacă ştiu ce este ura. M-am uitat blocat la ea şi nu am îneles atunci ce vroia. Era blondă, frumoasă, 20 ani şi avea un Ford mai mic, nou, albastru, şi nu prea înţelegeam ce ura ea în lumea asta. Altă dată mi-a spus că stă în apartament cu o româncă care şi-a pus diamante pe toţi dinţii. În altă zi m-a întrebat ce cred despre nazişti şi atunci am înţeles.

Îmi amintesc alte două chestii de acolo, ba nu, trei, un panou cu istoria firmelor de profil electronic din Portland, printre care Electronic Specialty, înfiinţată în 1946, că bucătăreasa a dispărut la un moment dat şi am auzit că a avut un accident (După aceea, în altă zi când stăteam toţi din schimb în sala de mese şi aşteptam să intrăm în schimb, am auzit un buf, şi a fost un accident în intersecţie şi după aia au instalat semafor şi acolo pe strada ...Evergreen!) (îmi amintesc ce îmi spunea Mladin despre cum pun americanii semafoare, după trei accidente la o intersecţie) (îmi amintesc acum o ştire recentă asemănătoare).

Epson avea un fel de training de o săptămână înainte de a începe să lucrezi, timp în care erai plătit ca şi cum ai lucra. Eram într-o grupă cu nişte vietnamezi, ţin minte că la o oră a venit profesoara cu nişte baloane albe, mai mult lungi, ne-a pus să le umflăm fiecare şi ne-a învățat să ne frecăm pe păr cu ele după care se lipeau de perete. Am luat şi eu balonul meu acasă şi l-am lipit pe perete şi a stat şi s-a dezumflat, în fiecare zi era puţin mai jos şi când a căzut am mers la spital deci a stat luni de zile lipit pe perete).

La Epson era funny să lucrezi. Eram la postul 9. Puneam 4 şuruburi cu o şurubelniţă electrică ce atârna de sus pe un cablu cu arc şi alte 5 piese, din care una sau două roţi dinţate, în mai puţin de un minut. Era cea mai grea staţie. Pe alţii îi mai roteau de la o staţie la altă (pe toţi) dar nu şi pe mine. La roata aia dinţată din stânga era o şmecherie, dar cu mintea mea de inginer mecanic am descoperit un clic care nu se auzea dar îl simțeam ca şi confirmare că e pusă bine.

Şi venea supervizorul, Salvador Solorio cred, un mexican mult mai tânăr ca mine, brunet, cu nevastă-sa şi mai brunetă care era responsabilă cu calitatea aproape zilnic şi se uitau la mine câte 10 minute în şir cum pun piesele şi le verificau şi plecau îmbufnaţi. El stătea în dreapta mea, punea mâna pe banda rulantă ca să se "sprijine" şi între degetul mare şi arătătorul mânii drepte avea tatuată o zvastică, cam de 2 cm şi avea grijă să o văd când se sprijinea acolo aşa, la mişto, şi mai vorbea cu mine iar ea în stânga se uita în special la roata aia dinţată, punea mâna pe ea (eu lucram cu degetare de cauciu) şi o verifica de fiecare dată şi nu înţelegea cum o pun aşa repede şi nu greşesc.

Odată unul din portari, un tip ras în cap, m-a întrebat de unde sunt şi eu i-am zis că din România, şi m-a întrebat dacă România e ţara din care vin toţi ţiganii, iar eu i-am zis că nu, vin din Egipt, fiindcă gypsy în Engleză este o prescurtare de la Egyptian (tocmai văzusem o emisiune nu mai ştiu la Discovery sau History channel). (Un exemplu de pseudoetimologie).

Epson plătea parte sau totul nu-mi aduc aminte, până la 2000 pe an cred, cursuri. Deci am zis că ia să profit şi eu şi m-am înscris la un curs de AutoCad la PCC, 3 credite, şi am fost repartizat cred, la Sylvania Campus, (aproape de unde locuiesc acum într-o zonă unde văd tot timpul femei cu costum musulman pe stradă.)

Aveam şi atunci probleme de congestie nazală şi mi se făcea tot timpul rău în timpul cursului şi nu ştiam de ce, apărea-dispărea, şi am luat notă maximă la toate testele. (Îmi amintesc ce mişto predau aici profesorii, era un profesor armean, dar cred că nu numai el preda aşa, tâmpit să fii şi tot înţelegi, nu cum a fost când eram la facultate în România). Dar cu o zi înainte de ultima zi au venit la noi la apartament şi au pus pe lângă copaci nişte lemn compostat şi mi s-a făcut rău şi nu m-am mai putut duce la verificarea finală. Cred că şi chestia aia a contribuit la îmbolnăvirea mea. Mi-a venit factura de la curs cred că după ce am plecat de la Epson aşa că am plătit-o eu cred, ceva puţin sub 300 dolari.

(Chestia cu congestia nazală a descoperit-o o asistentă la care mergeam prin 2006 cred, care avea cabinet şi lucra ca doctoriţă (nurse practitioner). Eu mergeam când mi se făcea rău la ea, de 2-3 ori pe săptămână. S-a uitat ea odată cu lupa în nas şi a văzut că am membrana aia dilatată şi mi-a dat un decongestant, problema e că pe el scria să nu-l foloseşti mai mult de 2-3 zile iar eu l-am folosit 2 ani la rând (altă poveste cum m-am lăsat de el).

După cinci luni de recorduri la Epson, într-o zi mă sună Veronica Mârţ din Salem atunci. Îmi spune că dacă tot am fost de atâtea ori pe Mount Hood, de ce să nu merge eu odată şi la Mt.St.Helens. Stăteam eu aşa şi mă gândeam chiar de ce şi deodată am simţit că am ceva în urechea dreaptă parcă. M-am dus la oglindă în baie şi am descoperit un dop de ceară (de fapt era păr îmbâcsit cu ceară până aproape la suprafaţă) în urechea dreaptă. Am rămas blocat, eu ascultam muzică tot timpul, îmi amintesc în jur de 10 Martie am fost la ziua lui Iulian Mârţ (la amândoi adică) la Salem şi aveau un boombox şi eu ştiam că el nu se pricepe la muzică şi cumpărasem eu un CD cu Tina Turner, Simply The Best, iar el avea o melodie din România cu fetele de la Căpâlna după care am dormit acolo.

Mai era la el şi Nae Croitoru, fostul nostru coleg de la IMU Bacău, acum în Vancouver, CA. Deci am fost la o doctoriţă şi mi-a smuls chestia din ureche cu o pensetă, avea vreo 2 cm lungime, mi-a zis că o să mă doară puţin dar alternativa e să introducă apă caldă şi e mai naşpa.

După aceea am început să nu pot dormi, am intrat într-o fază, după vreo câteva zile am lăsat job-ul, normal l-a lăsat şi nevastă-mea, că ea nu conducea, iar fără maşină pe aici e cam imposibil să faci un job la 20 km distanţă,  pe atunci nu ştiam ce se întâmplă, eram paranoic, conduceam noaptea aiurea pe străzi, mă temeam să merg acasă, să mănânc, să dorm şi să beau apă şi aveam toba de eşapament spartă şi îmi închipui că mă auzeau toţi prin Beaverton şi şi într-o seară aşa nedormit ne-am dus acasă la domnul Mladin.

Şi el cam râdea de mine şi mi-a zis o povestioară le la mine din Bucovina. Cum a fost el ”la Cârlibaba, unde se întâlneşte Bistriţa cu Bistriţa aurie” şi a stat la un ţăran care i-a luat cam mult pentru nişte cartofi fierţi după care i-a adus şi nişte unt. Când l-a întrebat domnul Mladin cât pentru unt, ţăranul i-a zis, cu un accent veritabil, bucovinesc: ”dapâi aceala-i gratis...!”

Povestea e mult mai lungă, cam după o săptămână fără somn, mâncare sau apă şi multe plimbări pe la urgenţe am fost internat în sfârşit la Pacific Gateway, un spital psihiatric specializat pentru dependenţii de droguri, acum cam înţeleg de ce, unde m-au reînvăţat ăia să dorm, cam în două săptămâni.

Îmi amintesc înainte de a merge la Gateway am fost şi pe la Emanuel în downtown Portland şi stăteam la urgenţe aşezat pe marginea patului şi dădeam să adorm, dar nu puteam din cauza durerilor de stomac, tresăream, mă trezeam, iar aţipeam, iar tresăream, iar mă trezeam. Deci m-au pus într-un taxi şi m-au trimis la Pacific Gateway. Nu perfuzie nu nimic. Total dezhidratat.

Spitalul a fost închis după un an, când într-o duminică asistentele rămase au chemat poliţia fiindcă nu ştiau ce să facă cu un bolnav mexican care le ameninţa cu un pix, şi au venit, şi l-au împuşcat doi poliţişti, un glonte în cap şi unul în inimă.

ŞI a fost dărâmat acu câţiva ani buni, prin 2007 cred şi un dezvoltator a făcut nişte case pe terenul acela. Singura clădire rămasă este asta unde erau birourile dar acum sunt alte cabinete medicale acolo.

Acolo s-au întâmplat multe, ţin minte noaptea nu puteam dormi şi mă uitam la copacii ăia de pe stradă, aveam aproape în fiecare zi alt vecin de cameră (erau două paturi) care sforăiau sau respirau cu zgomot, ceea ce mă antrena şi pe mine să respir normal şi adormeam; după vreo săptămână, mi-au dat o carte cu boli psihiatrice şi mi-au cerut (bine, la mişto) să-mi pun diagnosticul singur şi mi se părea că am toate bolile din carte şi ei râdeau de mine. Unul din simptome era că respiram foarte greu şi nu ştiam dar aveam o simplă congestie nazală, care a trecut, parţial, după câteva zile, ca efect secundar de la ranitidină, care mi-au dat-o pentru dureri de stomac, ranitidina avea un uşor efect antihistaminic.

Nu am să uit niciodată, pe un perete era o reproducere foarte mişto după una din serigrafiile lui Thomas McKnight, cu o piscină, un peşte, un trident, nişte ochelari subacvatici în formă de infint cu o ieşire şi oceanul, şi pe tablou era cu litere mari de o şcioapă, jos, numele firmei care l-a tipărit, CHALK AND VERMILLION, NY. LOL, numele lucrării este CRESCENT Bay! De câte ori vedeam combinaţia chalk and vermillion în mintea mea apărea altă combinaţie, choke viermele Ion, pentru că tot timpul simţeam că mă sufoc de la acea congestie nazală. (Pe marginea tabloului de mai jos nu scrie CHALK AND VERMILLION, fiindcă am impresia că e fotografia unei serigrafii din seria originală, nu reproducea firmei CHALK AND VERMILLION, NY.) La vreo două săptâmâni după ce am ieşti din spital l-am cunoscut pe Shawn Robert Parker.

JOB LIST

Never looked so carefully at this list before. (Can't remember where i got the list from, must have been Employment Office by the time there still was one in Beaverton.) Some of the pages are printed partially and at an angle. But don't understand why the second job in 96, that where i made 674 dollars was through Olsten since i know for sure i worked at Electronic Specialty through Interim Personnel, on Chkalov drive in Vancouver, WA which later changed its name to Spherion. Corporations games, changing corporation names.

That might explain why they have been so nice to me when i worked at Infocus as an auditor, then a technician, through them again, in the fall of 96 where i quit so i can go and work at Epson for less money, but with my wife so she can work too cause she kept complaining for siting home alone for almost a year back then. In the end, the irony is now she is working and me not for so long.

LOL i remember at Blount why they made me quit. I was working on a milling machine sharpening star(triangle) shaped rotors for mowers. There was a fixture and i was just changing the part and starting the cycle. I didn't understand how many i was supposed to do, but after a few days everybody was kinda angry with me until after about a week i understood why... I was doing double the amount of the other two shifts combined LOL. Same thing happened a few years later at Laughlin through Express, until they ran out of parts and they fired me...  A Chinese woman called me a commie! Now i know it was all staged... Some of the coworkers, including my recruiter at Express were celebrities, the woman at Express (i first worked through them in early 96 at Credence) was looking a lot like Stevie Nicks...

LOL at Epson i was working on the world record line, doing frequently more than 500 printers per shift and my wife together with another Romanian, Dragoş Ţăvârlău, from Bucharest were both working on a similar line and doing less the 300..

In 98 i did not work for Softlink (although i've been told that the company was called Softlink before) but i knew the company name was Quadramed. Sir Frances Drake Blvd. In San Fancisco.

By the way, in autumn 97, after being laid off from Credence (Express) - Credence sold that part of the company, service for testers out of fabrication, to a startup in San Francisco, led by the brother of one of the Credence cofounders. I drove 700 miles in 13 hours in a car (white 89 Escort GT) that i bought from Insurance Auto Auction (during that job, summer 96) after being totaled and i fixed it myself, replacing the hood, radiator, a fender, the bumper and the mask. However, there was a problem with the body and every time i was accelerating, it was making a squeaking sound and pulling one way and when i was breaking, the other. And had a broken exhaust and made a terrible noise. My supervisor at Credence, Dino Gipaya from Hawaii was the nicest guy i met. Not like the other one i worked with at AVX. I fixed the exhaust one year after i bought it but in early 98 three months after i was laid off from Les Schwab and working at Credence we rolled over in a ditch (my wife was driving) at one mile near the Ocean and totaled it. Again. LOL.

Anul Nou 1996

Au fost şase luni din cele mai bune şi din cele mai rele din viaţa mea. În August 1995 m-am mutat în SUA.

Au fost cele mai bune fiindcă am ajuns şi eu pe pământul făgăduinţei, cel cântat de Hollywood.

Au fost cele mai rele pentru că în urma unui lung şir de dezamăgiri în februarie am ajuns în cel rău punct din viaţa mea. Un job temporar la Electronic Specialty. O noapte la închisoare şi după aceea două săptămâni la spitalul de nebuni, în grija doctorului Proano. Dar când stau acum şi mă gândesc mai nimic nu a fost din vina mea.

Unul din punctele culminante a fost întâmplarea de mai jos, care a contribuit decisiv la intrarea mea într-un fel de şoc.

După 21 decembrie 1995 m-am mutat în Vancouver, WA (nu Vancouver BC care este de 4 ori mai mare şi este în Canada), la sfatul lui Aurel Popescu (care semăna cu Ahmet Ertegun), pastorul, tatăl ... am uitat cum o cheamă, "fata lui Popescu", aia măritată cu Tudor Toader, care este ortodox şi seamănă cu... (Fata lui Popescu semăna tare cu Ana Blandiana şi mi-a fost colegă de serviciu (era în altă secţie, vecină, la AVX în 1999-2000 şi a murit de cancer nu ştiu câţiva ani după aceea).

Deci în decembrie 1995 m-am mutat în Vancouver chiar lângă AVX (Kyocera - prescurtarea de la Kyoto Ceramics, da, celebra firmă japoneză). Pe atunci orice român care nu avea servici mergea la AVX şi era angajat sigur, salariu minim, cu care puteai să-ţi plăteşti chiria şi facturile.

Numai că eu aveam servici, la Sheridan Fruit Co în downtown Portland, tot cu salariu minim, dar nu-mi plăcea, mă plângeam la toţi de tot felul de probleme, reale de altfel, (ceea ce ştiam eu atunci nu era decât vârful aisbergului problemelor mele, una din chestiile pe care am aflat-o mai târziu a fost că în spatele magazinului a fost o biserică satanistă iar pastorul stătea în blocul acela, chiar îl cunoşteam din vedere, venea tot timpul pe la magazin îmbrăcat în negru, cu ţăcălie şi cu o prietenă şi aia îmbrăcată în negru şi platinată). (Chiar într-o zi a fost un shooting şi pe acolo pe strada aia şi a venit un poliţist şi ne explica cum să procedăm în caz de... bla bla dar vorbea cam în jargoane şi eu nu pra am înţeles ce spunea). Mereu erau maşini de poliţie pe acolo.

Deci m-au sfătuit să plec de la Mladin şi să mă mut în Vancouver în statul vecin, adică peste fluviul Columbia, la 10-20 mile distanţă de Portland unde "sigur voi găsi servici" la Kyocera cum spuneau toţi atunci. Şi m-am mutat. Şi eram aşa de happy, încercam să uit de probleme, de fapt nu aveam timp să mă mai gândesc la tot ce s-a întâmplat până atunci, aveam o maşină, aveam un servici, şi restul puteau fi doar nişte coincidenţe nenorocite.

Dar am început să am probleme cu maşina, am lipsit de vreo 2 ori de la servici, şi am început să dau semne de psihoză. Pe 12 sau 13 ianuarie m-au dat afară de la Sheridan. (cred că pe lângă eu mai umbla cineva la maşină, odată mi s-a stricat distribuitorul la care mai umblam şi eu iar odată am condus din downton Portland în Vancouver, vreo 15 mile, cu o scurgere la pompa de benzină, lăsând o dâră de benzină tot drumul). Dar pentru cei care cred că totul a fost din vina mea, urmează aici exemplul. În noaptea de 31 decembrie 1995 am fost acasă la Nelu Ciorba, cel care seamănă cu Victor Orban, actualul director de la Romanian Times, care lucra şi el ca tehnician la AVX,  şi avea o bisericuţă pocăită (el era lider şi tot timpul spunea la predici că anul 2000 de fapt era anul 1996, că s-a greşit la calcularea datei naşterii lui Iisus, dar dacă cineva se uită în ziarul lui, va vedea că el spune tot felul de chestii din astea de 18 ani) într-un spaţiu închiriat la o biserică americană, având serviciile decalate cu ale lor, cu Dan Costan, pe care abia îl cunoscusem şi lucra şi el la AVX ca tehnician, cu nevestele şi familia lui Ciorba. (Ciorba avea şi o fetiţă mică de vreun an care după aceea a devenit autistă). Am ascultat ceva muzică clasică la un pick-up antic, am stat la masă după care am plecat acasă devreme.

Mie în România îmi plăcea să citesc ştirile, am avut o colecţie (incompletă) de România Liberă până am plecat, acolo am citit, şi în Evenimentul despre loteria vizelor.

Apăruse la uşa "noului nostru apartament" din Vancouver nişte mostre promoţionale ale ziarului local, The Columbian şi mă abonasem. Deci a doua zi, pe 1 ianuarie când mă uit în ziar ce văd. La 100-200 metri de unde stăteam s-a întâmplat ceva descris cu atâta talent în ziarul local. În afară de Columbianul, unde trebuie să plăteşti să vezi tot articolul, mai este aici, unde poţi să-l vezi dacă îţi faci un cont gratuit.

http://www.highbeam.com/doc/1P2-23349630.html

Eu încă nu am cont acolo, nu am avut timp. Dar îmi amintesc două chestii. S-a tras cu o carabină uşoară, de sport. Încărcătura a fost modificată pentru a nu răni prea mult. Totul a fost simulat, cu un mic detaliu, tipa a ajuns totuşi în spital cu un glonţ într-o fesă.

(Cu sora tipei din articol am lucrat în 1999-2000 la AVX-Kyocera, era măritată cu un mexican şi a fost gravidă o perioadă cât a lucrat acolo, nu-mi amintesc dacă a născut până am plecat.)

Chiar la AVX mai lucra o tipă Lăcrămioara, soţia lui Stelică Andrei, Elena (Lăcrămioara) Andrei dar mai în vârstă, cu facultate din România, era în schimbul I şi câteodată venea şi vorbea cu mine, dar imediat o chemau la interfon (pager). Lăcră este mişto, modelă, şi tot aşa, brunetă. Cred că am poze în calc pe undeva, cu Stelică sigur.

Azi am fost la biblioteca locală şi m-am uitat la microfilmele cu Oregonianul din perioada respectivă. Nu am putut să găsesc articolul dar răsfoind aşa microfilmele am văzut ştiri din perioada de atunci care mi-au trezit multe amintiri şi m-au ajutat să-mi amintesc data când s-a întâmplat faza. Tipa venea acasă de la o petrecere sau de la o discotecă ceva de anul nou. După ce mi-am amintit data, am găsit articolul în două locuri pe web.

Vorbesc unii politicieni de la noi de compromisuri bla bla. E doar tragere de timp şi fugă de răspundere. Am încercat de atâtea ori. Chiar azi la un moment dat la jumătatea zilei am deschis nu ştiu ce opţiune din Firefox şi până la data aia aveam vreo 2000 mii de căutări pe google de când am instalat ultima dată Fedora, cam o lună. Cam tot de atâtea ori am încercat să stau de vorbă cu oamenii în ultimii ani. Toţi vorbesc în doi peri, scot din context, te păcălesc şi trag de timp. De aceea mi-am făcut blog. Eu am să încerc între timp să postez cât mai multe.

Chiar, postul de ambasador al României în SUA în perioada aceea a fost vacant, chiar înainte de a merge în spital, prin februarie 1996 a venit dl.Geoană.

Postarea următoare va fi despre cum am fost arestat în februarie, 96, pentru că făcusem o psihoză şi sunam tot timpul 112 (echivalentul din State) până a venit poliţia şi m-a luat şi am stat o noapte în jail, încă o noapte nedormită după 7 la rând, voi scana documentele, ce s-a întâmplat în spital, şi după şi procesul (am fost acuzat de assault IV (simple) şi resisting arrest, când a apărut poliţia o ţineam pe nevastă-mea care vroia să fugă (ăsta a fost assault-ul) şi după aia a şi fugit şi nu a văzut cum două poliţiste m-au dat cu spray şi m-au bătut cu bastoanele). Am scris pe scurt despre acestea în diferite alte postări, voi încerca să scriu mai detaliat. Acuzaţiile au fost amânate pentru doi ani în vederea anulării în anumite condiţii. După ce mi-am luat un avocat care mi-a şi dat banii înapoi (toţi banii noştri, 800 dolari).

Tot ce a fost aici nu a fost fără compensare, pentru mine a fost şi foarte exciting în acelaşi timp, viaţa în America are un farmec inegalabil, dar din păcate au suferit şi alţii şi nu aş vrea eu să rămân de fraier la toate fazele astea.

Monica şi Dan Costan, ianurie 1996

(Când m-am mutat în Vancouver, Nelu Ciorba, care acum e la Romanian Times, mi-a făcut cunoştinţă cu Dan Laurenţiu Costan, care spunea că e născut cam prin 1970, din jud.Suceava, România. Ultima dată când vorbit cu el în faţă (nu la telefon) s-a declarat extremist şi mi-a spus că am o minte bolnavă. Nu ştiu exact cine este dar mai recent mi-a fost sugerat, indirect, că ar semăna cu recent decedatul Larry Hagman, JR din serialul Dallas).