The Story of the Bathroom Sink

Today i woke up full of wish to take hold, as the poet once said. It was around year 2000 when a guy who was doing mechanic work in his garage told me: You have to know how to "watch the news, George!", "If you don't watch them right, you will get more confused than before" or something like that and he looked like he meant it. It was maybe the beginning of a mental thread that never ended but i can still put myself at peace and trying to forget. Cause now i know what he meant. However, what i still don't understand is why he told me that? Just to bully me, recurrently, cause he was one of them. One of the thousands from the army of actors replacing anybody i ever met and knew. The Foxey news. Don't take them seriously, or better said literally, but behold and try to understand why they're saying this and that and on what level of the ladder of illusions.

Especially after what i saw last night on google earth. One of my theories that verifies and could possibly finally bring me some money. That is if the world is functioning the way they say it does which is not. But sometimes they are trying to simulate it does and i could, maybe, with lots of luck, catch one of those moments.

But a "dry air" was still choking me while a hangover from i'm not sure what was holding me back. Then i started to vaguely remember what i've done last night. I tried to clean one more time the uncleanable, the big black hole i'm staring every time i go there to wash my hands or whatever, underneath the bathroom sink. Before that i also tried to take one more picture to post online when i saw (in the picture), horrified that there was more to that runoff than i knew. Something on the other side of the drain. Another piece of it that leads to nowhere, while the front one covers the overfill. A cheap way to close everything. That runoff altogether can hold maybe one gallon of fluid.

Then i remembered the rubber gasket that i pulled from inside through one of the holes of the "assembly" as the guy at Homo DePot told me. The holes that allow the runoff to empty in case of overfill. That rubber gasket prevented water from the sink to go in the runoff, while the vertical holes on the pipe going down ("the assembly") do not?

Then i painfully took everything apart, stuck a rag, a kitchen sponge inside and tried to clean it one more time. I double i did it completely, cause while i'm writing her i feel the same pungent smell of "dry air" which is actually mold. Garlicky so to say. Took pictures,

then i ate something, and i remember i wanted to take that piece of broken gasket to Homo DePot to make it less painful there.
Then i left however outside i saw the poos. I told myself. Should pick them now cause it's gonna smell less inside when i get back.

So i went to pick those and it was then i realized i was high, could not handle that bag, i touched one of them, etc.. Then i went back inside to wash my hands.  Then i left but after the first intersection i realized i should have gone to park first to clear my mind a little, so they won't make again a full out of me. It was nice in the park, i took a few pictures. Until i got at the (in)famous T intersection, where there's always many vehicles waiting at the most useless stop sign in the world. After i passed that, again smoke was flooding the whole area so i just turned around, and the whole walk in the park was kinda neutral, i was dizzy again.

Right here beyond these threes  there is a (public) pond  that corresponds to the river through a canal. On the other side of the road there is another pond, hidden by a fence. From there, sometimes emerge ducks, big or small, mature or babies attempting to cross the road, in flight or walking. There is even a sign saying "duck crossing". Today they were driven by a blower from next house. They stopped the traffic as i was passing.

I passed again the whipping post of Tualatin, next to a trash bin

(Needless to say. Blogger has recently done some unrequested by nobody mods to it's interface. One of the things it does, is changing the resolution of the uploaded pictures, randomly. Others, impossible to describe in words, delays my work considerably, could have finished hours ago) So drove in my old truck to Homo DePot and there first thing i saw, like yesterday, was the deep blue smoke coming out of the BBQ, maybe announcing. Habeamus Presidentes. Again filling the huge parking lot with good smells of wood and BBQ.

Inside Homo DePot. I stuck my hand in my pocket where i knew i had that piece of gasket. However, it wasn't there. I knew i was toasted cause they are trying to set me up among many other things as going there for no good reason. Cause there was such gasket on the bay. There was no separate bay for bathroom sink, just a column in another one. I could find a gasket of that type for shower drain, but not for sink. I couldn't see any guys in orange apron around and went in paint and asked one guy and he went hysterical, like he waited and made a store wide announcement, inviting whoever wanted to come and help me on isle 12.  Finally an older curly guy (obviously not a Homo DePot seller but some politician but with mask, who can tell) came and started to play like he didn't understand what i was saying and after stumbling and guessing for 5 minutes. I showed him from the beginning the gasket from the shower drain and i said i needed one for the sink, then he showed me one for the kitchen sink which i already knew they had. Then he asked me, is it in the bottom or the top of the sink? I said on top and he showed me one for the faucet/ Should have said. Top of the bottom? He finally showed me he one whole assembly of a drain but with no gasket in it and then he told me, softly this time (not yelling like before to prove i'm stupid for anyone that listens, just for myself to hear), they used to have one, nowadays people are using silicon instead.

I came back, i was really careful at the left turn on Carman (yes, coming from Se quoia aka redwood), cause yesterday some crazy tried to simulate i didn't see him, trying to turn into my lane, and when i got here started to asses the mole hole situation.

Cannot prove it and nobody believes me but every time i plug those the smoke stops for a while. I was thinking. Maybe the guy with the catering business. Maybe catering is just a cover, maybe he's cooking hash. Cause i never feel the smell of food, only this weird smell that makes me dizzy, aggressive, etc.. But then why every time i find and plug those holes the smoke stops, at least for a while. Anyways, it's all outdated, while i was trying to figure new blogger's interface (i don't really know html, i learned only what i needed for minimal blog writing, now they changed it all and had to learn whole new tricks to be able to do the same thing. (Example: If y remove completely style from href after uploading a picture which i don't need for my minimalist style, blogger lowers dramatically the resolution of that picture).

However i throw this picture here, it was done hours ago, just went and plugged a hole inches from that one. After i heard a big exhaust noise and felt new smoke coming in here (vibration from the exhaust helps the smoke get inside).

Now i have to go and put that sink together, using silicon, whatever, is 6 PM and all my plans for today are forgotten since many hours ago.

As for the money making idea. I told Angela earlier today. I did look a bit last night on google earth for some big gold mine locations around the globe like in South Africa and all i can tell is there is way more gold out there waiting to be found and i know where to look for it.

July 31

9:12 Water from Lord Shiva's fountain poured over Sin City, Kentucky and Phoenix. Now you know who you're dealing with.

Hare Rama Hare Krishna



2:30 Found a snake unter the kitchen sink. It bit me for years but now it's dead.

The symbolism. Many people see but very few, including me, ever understand. I mean, you trust the design, the engineers, the plumbers and the government who writes the codes. The flexible pipe opens in your sink, there is no back-flow valve. When the sink gets clogged and the water level rises, just before pressing that switch, some of the stuff goes in it. Now if you do dishes every day, it gets, somehow, cleaned by the flow of water from the dishwasher, during the rinsing cycle, but over the years, it grows stalactites. I stopped using it after i saw deposits of grease in hidden places in the dishwasher. I periodically ran some water with detergent, but the stench kept coming back. As heat grew and i left and stopped the AC because i was afraid something might go wrong with it in my absence, the stench amplified inside the apartment. Pains all over by body, since around the time i stopped using it. My stomach pains that came back in the last few days and i'm back on omeprazole which i took for many years. Why Angela is better than me? Because she doesn't stay here all the time. Today i went to do a noodle soup and was again hit by it and disconnected the pipe with a flat screwdriver and saw the horror inside the pipe. Under the appearance of grand luxury, there is a deadly danger. Who said Roman empire vanished because of plumbing?  However, i don't believe it was the lead. It was the plumbers who might have been of the crafty snake race.

Also could not figure the source of the mysterious, interesting smell that was hitting me every time i came home from somewhere. There are places like under the throne that nobody ever looks at to clean. Around that plastic screw there was black mold soaked with urine and f...s that became apparent after i put some chlorine gel on it. If you clean the throne without looking under, your chlorine gel soaked rag hits that unnecessarily long plastic screw every time and you can't clean behind it. But even now that i found it it is possible i will forget about it, being immersed in the stress of every day life for another year.

About the mysterious dead end gutter that climbs on the other side (left) of the overfill gutter of the bathroom sink i wrote before and then forgot and it got dirty again deep inside.

Now i'm gonna go eat my noodle soup.

4:58 Ahura Mazda

5:36 BTW did you know that when Romans finally conquered Dacia (said Felix or happy in Latin) in 98–117, they brought in 230 tons of gold, much more silver, the initial treasure, among many other goods including slaves (and 200 tons each year, after, for ~165 years). The emperor Trajan who invested in that war paying the 100.000 soldiers for decades an equivalent of one kilogram of gold a year for a simple soldier and building a bridge over Danube, decreed 123 days of celebrations in Rome and erased all debts to FISCUS after capturing that treasuer? Statues of Dacian slaves in Rome, (many links missing, didn't have time to fix it).

However that was the beginning of the end for Romans. With that gold they started to massively import luxury goods from Asia (They called the country where silk came from Serica, not having an idea where it was). Caravans numbering up to 10.000 animals guarded by mercenaries were carrying silk and spices for thousands of miles from China (yes on the ancient so called silk road) bringing their weight in gold in return. The Chinese used the gold for a good purpose, building the Great China Wall. Attracted by the gold, first came the Goths whom i believe were Asians. Goths allied with some free Dacian tribes (that were not included within Trajan's borders) and drove the Romans out of Dacia.

Within one hundred years Roman gold coins got smaller and smaller and from gold turned to copper and they didn't have money to pay the army and ended hiring Goths as soldiers. It was around that time when Attila's huns (noons) arrived in Europe and overwhelmed Romans with their unconventional war tactics. Huns marched all the way to Rome but did not occupy it (i believe because of their small numbers) in exchange for Pannonia, a Roman province which was west of Dacia, in today's... Hungary while Dacia itself became Romania.

The way the word daci (inhabitants of Dacia) is pronounceed in today's Romanian suggests a link with such European peoples named as Dutch or Deutsch (Germans).

Everything Breaks

Since i moved in here many strange things happened they didn't happen an the other apartment. I mean they did but on a smaller scale. Besides endless cleaning and repairing of things broken, old and smelly.

After a few days my blood pressure monitor disappeared. I've been using it a lot in the past, maybe obsessively. I found it months later in a box in the storage in the balcony. Then it broke. The little air bag that was pressing when it was inflating got pierced.

I don't know if i can remember many things from the past, but i'll try. I'll start with the last one i found today. A month ago i replaced the shower hose. It was about five years old, ten bucks at Home Depot or Lowes, i liked it because it was light and flexible. The handle itself broke by the thread where it joints the flexible hose.

I bought a similar one at Lowes, about a month ago. A few days ago it was leaking and i tightened it by hand, lightly. Today the nut is cracked.

I had in the bathroom a number of spray bottles with all kind of cleaners, cleaning enzymes and stuff like that. For a few days now the exhaust fan at my down stairs neighbor runs continuously, day and night. It is out of balance and vibrates.The floor vibrates, the whole bathroom vibrates and all the bottles caps came loose. I had some chlorine left in a gallon bottle under the sink that had a loose cap. Yesterday i touched with my knee the door of the cabinet that closes the space under the sink when was opened and it broke with no effort, didn't fixed it yet. The result is this morning in the bathroom smelled like chlorine and other stuff. I thought it was coming from the walls from my neighbors, but after i cleaned everything and closed all the bottles and removed them from the bathroom i think the smell disappeared.

All this things happen mostly around holidays. To me holidays started to become a nightmare.

So this morning before i cleaned the bathroom we went for a walk in the park. I forgot something and came back from the parking lot. Just before i got into the car i saw this very low flying plane, making no noise, just above the tress.

About one hour after i came from the park (a three mile walk, 400 ft climb) i got really sick.

Yesterday i went to the ocean. (got some pictures on flickr here ). I ran out of gasoline and went to a Chevron in Seaside at @4:50. I bought 20 dollars worth of gasoline and when i tried to get back on the road, thinking heading south, a large gray silver truck (I think it was a Silverado with heightened supsension) with no license plate in front, with two mature heavy built blond male persons with very short or no hair came from the middle of the road into the right lane where i wanted to go to and accelerated and it was a tenth of a second that made the difference to me when i decided to look one more time to the left before taking off from the alley). Immediately two other cars came after him, cars i haven't seen when i first looked before i decided to make a right from the gas station's alley, a red Toyota Prius and a gray Ford Focus. Then they slowed down so i could not get close to see the number of that Silverado, cause it had one in the rear. But i had enough time to see it was of turquoise color, like that of an Arizona plate, as i've seen so many around here (in the last two or three years i've seen an unusually largy number of out of state license plates).

So i tried to follow the Silverado but the distance to the truck grew bigger and bigger until right before the intersection between 101 and 26 i lost sight of it and did not see which way it went. My initial plan was to go south to Rockaway Beach so i did. When the road turned to 2 lanes in one direction, right after the intersection, i passed the Ford, and saw an old man with a ducks' fan cap with the big yellow O on his head at the wheel and i thought i saw him sneering nervously at me.

Then i accelerated but there was no sight of the Silverado.

Than at one of the first left turns i saw the other driver, that of the Prius, that stopped unexpectedly (he too was covered by another car that stopped in front of me). But i didn't see his face.

But on 101, before losing sight of the Silverado, i took one picture, unfortunately it was too far away and the truck partially covered by a pole. Maybe people with more technology could do a spectral analysis of the plate for the color.

the Silverado

McNeeley Real Estate

Name says a lot. For many years i used to believe it has something to do with kneels. Makes you kneel that is. I know one guy there. Mark Hessel. And there was another woman i spoke with in the agency, short, fat, looking Japanese.

 
In January 2010 we've been kicked from Sussex. There was a guy there Kaleb whom i knew only by seeing him and seeing his name on the mailbox.

At Sussex there was an episode that just came to mind. The 2002 Seattle earthquake. There was a handyman scheduled exactly at that time in the apartment. He went outside to pick something from his Volvo, i went to the door to see what he's doing. Then the earthquake started, a series of ample movement, i stood in the door frame when i heard somebody running on the roof. I looked at the handyman while he was staring the roof.

There was a broken pipe in the wall in there that got never fixed. Every time i was opening the water at the bathroom sink, a pipe was moving in the wall. Probably leaking in the wall and making mold.

While i was there at first i was not aware of the mineral insulation problem. After, or when when i realized the attic was full with loose mineral insulation, i taped the lid to the attic so it won't fall down at least through there.

There was this guy with a red Toyota Supra i guess who looked like a South American drug dealer who was showing from time to time, pretending living there. La Tuta i guess.

Christine McVie, Carole King acting like managers. John Winquist, owner of Regent, the management company i think is a now Hungarian top politician.

Across the street, BNC. A church that looks like an UFO.

And Tom Cruise, the mechanic.

That's all about Sussex, here and now.

So we've been looking for a place to move. Actually applied in two different places. One Saturday in February they called us from Sunflower Apts, i believe we were approved there too but for some reason i can't explain right now none of us wanted to answer the phone. Monday (hopefully i will come with the date, it think it was February 2010) i had appointment with Mark from McNeeley, i went at the apartment in Lake Oswego and signed the papers. As we climbed in the truck to go in Lake Oswego they called us again from Sunflower and told us we were approved but i already made my mind. I was moving to Lake Oswego. Rent was about similar but location, one of the best in Portland area. Not knowing it was actually on the top of an extinct volcano.

Don't know what was wrong with me in that day. I didn't feel the terrible stink in there. Maybe because window was open. Maybe i was hypnotized (to us, Mark appeared like he had severe strabismus (not seen in the picture above). All i saw was the view, the pool (which Mark told us wasn't "ours", the apartment was the only one rented in the building, the others were individually owned condos). The place was a dump. I will select some pictures. The pan of the fridge filled with some sort of glue that resulted from combination of asphalt and silica from roof shingles. Hardwood floor was stinking so bad from being contaminated with that stuff and food that i had to cover it with shelf liners.

The rusty, leaking toilet, discoloration of the vynil.

Everything was leaking under the kitchen sink

And the endless hole.

There are many other things to be said about that place before i start getting to the reason for this post. But before, a word about Apt.9 or next door. There were a couple of celebrities that were showing as Anna, the young single neighbor. One of them was Kelly Clarkson.

And the guy at Apt.2 (two levels down) who looked like Jinichi Kawakami posing for a young single guy who was never cleaning and smoking the stinkiest cigarettes (natural tobaco, not treated for burning faster like most brands). There i found out for the first time of the existence of ninja dojos in the US.

The woman who lived at nr.6 (right under) left after one week (came back at times). I forgot where she said she was moving. The apartment was vacated for a long time, more that a year. Then the short old man with the green van moved in. He lived there for about 6 months. On June 6 2011 i took this picture.
And this one on July 2nd the same year.

I think he left in September that year. That was after they poured asphalt on street. Because the day after he dragged me into a short conversation.

What was about him. As you can see from the first picture he was handling some high tech tools. Sometimes at night i head what i though him was chiseling, maybe the walls.

After him i remember Christina Minnis moving in there. Found the name on a site that gives you names of neighbors and googled and found this.

She was wanted in Texas for some minor offenses and she found shelter here. However, she was living in that dump with a guy (i forgot his name now), black, who was working for a British company, somewhere in Downtown Portland.

She found a job here in Portland at David Killer Bread. I remember the day when Dave Dahl, the owner, was arrested. A few days later they started the bathroom fan downstairs and was on until December 2014.

They had a dog probably she dog, probably sick cause it was actually crying every they after they left in the morning.

Story is much longer. To make it short, today i figured the purpose for that fan to be on for so long was to pump in the floor (or their ceiling) and into our apartment the same stuff they pump in here for more than a year now or since i heard upstairs the same chiseling sound, December 2019 and then i heard the dog making the same crying sound as the one down stairs more than 6 years ago. That is litter dust. When those neighbors moved in spring, i saw the woman carrying a small dog in a pouch at her chest, like a baby. Both dogs were probably sick, probably infected with some parasite that eliminates in the feces and ended up in the dust that gets in here, that gives me the same symptoms and probably.

This summer upstairs moved a woman who looked like a Japanese actress. They also had a dog and they had a portable AC in the kitchen area vibrating the walls and floors and allowing litter dust to get into the walls and from there in here. The current neighbor does not have a dog but a cat and uses only one "in wall" heater, in the dining area or about the same area where the AC was and for that reason (the others are off) it runs a lot, that also vibrates, in about the same area.

Last night i covered more holes and cracks in the laundry closet area because after cleaning for many days it started to stink after i used the washer and drier yesterday which shook the walls and more stuff came in. But i believe somebody was in here last night and took out of the sealed bag an old injector (forgotten from Nissan) that today started to stink to mask the hole story.

Both stinking places are responsible for creating and maintaining my diabetes.

The woman at Apt.9 driving a blue Jeep reminds me now of Christa Jacobson. After her in that apartment moved in a guy who resembled Andrei Postelnicu whom i saw last time the day before he went missing in Florida. In the spring of 2014 i believe Bill Cosby moved in there.

The apartment nr.7, next wall, slightly below, had a chimney. I believe this is where the smoke came from. When i moved in here the smoke didn't get out of our clothes until i washed them at least 5 times each. I believe in there at times was a woman from Hungary, Nora Gorbe.

I once called Lake Oswego Police. The guy who came, Sergeant Sparkle, was looking exactly like the President of Hungary, János Áder.

One more thing. The more i look at Jim McNeeley's face the more i think he looks like the old man who moved lately at Sussex in the apartment under. I don't know, it's been more than ten years. I think it was around 2007 when he came. He parked some sort of old RV vehicle and had it parked there for a long time. Then he got an old car. Lately he put a blanket in kitchen's window and i think he was not airing and cleaning a lot and the whole place started to stink.

To be continued (having a break).

January 13

2:49 Got all dressed and ready to leave for a walk. Opened the living blinds only to see coming from around the corner with her dog "the veteran's daughter".  A woman close to 30s who looks like a child. Her mother looks like Rosie O'Donnell and her father like a Hungarian opera singer, forgot his name.

2:53 Shut the computer (my mistake), getting ready to leave. An engine rumbling in the distance raised some dust and made me sneeze. I remembered, earlier when i went in the kitchen to eat, some very loud hissing from the pipes in the wall (nobody's home upstairs, must be the next apartment) raised dust from corners. No matter how clean a place is, there will always be some dust to be raised by very high or very low frequencies. Got sick of course after eating. I remember now, every time i eat if the guy upstairs not home, there will be hissing in the wall. No other time during day, only then.

Opened the door, only to see four kids "waiting for me" in the alley.  Closed the door, came here, it took 2 minutes to reboot the computer, 2 more minutes to write it all down.

Sunt acestea rațe plutitoare (găurite) sau Boboc(i) sburători? (Da sunt beat).

"Priviți aceste rațe Deși sunt moarte, zboară Căci ce le ține-n aer E dragostea de țara. Trăiască vânătorul Ce Întregul stol doboară Că rața comunistă Deși e moartă, sboară"

10:38 Earlier. I still feel the effect of being exposed to mold yesterday when i cleaned all the windows a wet rag soaked in chlorine and blinds in the bathtub and gathered a large amount of black mold in the bathroom sink (the chlorinated water in the sink i was rinsing my rag into turned dark and then turned light after an hour or so). Lower temperatures in the last few weeks made lots of condensation on the idiotically criminally designed aluminum frame windows which have so many intricacies (corners) that are almost impossible to clean. Because of that today among other symptoms i had all day an irritated esophagus (mold eliminating from lungs into esophagus) and when i ate some dry overcooked fish (my fault), probably combined with a large generous exhaust noise, had another dysphagia episode. Was so mad about the manipulations i detect in every bit of media i look at, went for a walk. A stinking exhaust passed me on the empty street, and then next to the tennis club, some guy was using a power tool with many dB (at 10 PM), a noisy low flying plane (just figured, the synth in the song may indeed suggest a didgeridoo like in oh so many other songs since they invented synths) passed and an out of place guy, making weird gestures, i got my nasal mucous membrane irritated, vacuum in my lungs when breathing in through an congested nose, which was sucking my heart up until i got some palpitations, dizziness, tried to call Angela, but she didn't have signal (low cost version of T-mobile) and then remembered and started to breath on my mouth. Something that happened tonight, the 1000th times since i am in the US. Usually both events makes you forget everything else for the rest of the day and week (yes you guessed not quite anymore to me).

11:35 Călugării budiști, niște oameni care trăiesc în afara timpului, o iluzie. Apropo, Arya Avalokitesvara nu este un nume de arian (lordul Avalokitesvara) ci se traduce "în aer, sunet dintr-un loc îndepărtat", poate chiar un didgeridoo (la care telefonul a făcut un "ding" ca un clopot, deci acum știm cine "dublează").

11:52 Apropo mi-am amintit de o chestie. M-am gândit toată ziua. Cred că numele Șoșoaca (care se mai poate scrie Țâțoaca) vine de la Șoaca Șoaca adică ȘȘ (care se traduce Sucker Sucker adică stereo sucker flying Saucer). Mă duc să văd al 3-lea episod sezonul II din Pandora. Ceau, escu.

September 24

4:00 Cu Vi(te)ză americană...

3:41 Yesterday i discovered a leak under the kitchen sink that was partly my fault and fixed it easily (a plug on the unused dishwasher connector). What is weird is the coincidence that it happened during the days when i can't open windows which i do regularly because of dust because of construction and also dead rats. This morning i was really sick because of the smell of whatever dirty water that fell under sink for at least for a week and i put a jar with chlorine under, closed  the doors cabinet's doors, one in the nearby closet that also became contaminated. However, the smell of dirty dishes inside was stronger than the smell of chlorine which i can't feel. When Angela came she found on the door a paper from the office saying i have a package (the first SIM card which i don't need anymore) that i knew about from an email but neglected to pick (Second day after it was delivered "on the porch" though on the tracking page they also said they don't  have the apartment number, Angela went at the office and it wasn't there so i had to negotiate for several days with T-mobile to get a new one, and the email from office came days after i got  the new one). I wanted to go to pick it today but there was too much dust outside, though they don't work today. Maybe the wind has shifted from where the dust is. I had no problems with the dust this morning, only with dirty dishes smell, now that i wanted to sleep a bit more i can't because of pain from dust.

7:50 As usual when and after eating (at the computer), the woman upstairs walked and released dog litter dust. In fact she restricted her activities to only those moments and a few others.

7:56 Since we came in the US we had several staged confrontations with people "from Vietnam", "Mexico" and similar countries (i believe they were/are all Japanese like the woman upstairs) and in the end we were being punished. Sometimes fired, but generally endless harassment for others to see, we didn't even recognize it as such, blaming on being new and inherent moving difficulties, etc.. Since we were perceived as Russians, and Russians aided the North during the war of Americans with North Vietnam.

The theme continued pretty much to these days. Angela is now doing SMT at Eaton for half year and was doing good so they enacted a little scheme. A board that was out of parameters had problems with some circuits that needed to be redone by hand. Also exact in the same time i bought the silver compound i put at the battery that is advertised for repairing circuit boards. She redone those by hand (with soldering iron and under microscope of course), however a few of  them that had the parts wrongfully planted by the machine at an angle (again, board was too thin) did not have a certain estetical value expected by Steve Eaton (team lead, the facto supervisor, coincidence of name with the company). So now he started to train Hao to work to test boards after SMT. Trouble is, she had 3 grade classes in Vietnam (rumors among colleagues, her previous role, like all people of her age who came directly from Vietnam), can't read or write English, barely speaks a few words and is computer illiterate. For that, Angela when she came from work yesterday was mad out of her mind.

June 17

12:20 So you think you know what crazy is... (Warnin...)

Got it. That is a hell of a teeth infection. BTW we need to thank Brits for expanding their "empire" until they hit and opened and rushed in all these Pandora's boxes to Europe. America, India, China, Australia, Japan and now Russia it's on her way.

12:50 3 + 1. 3 Transferuri.

12:04 În retragere. (Ana are mere).

12:09 Situația la 12 ore după paragraful de sub coșul (lui) Boris. Comportamentul de copii de grădiniță al liderilor care parcă ar vrea, copilărește, să contrazică ce am spus nu arată prostie din partea lor. Ei se poartă așa fiindcă așa li se scrie rolurile, mișcările și intervențiile, iar scriitorii scriu istoria viitorului după cum au ajuns să gândească milioanele pe care îi păstoresc. Sau poate așa au fost dintotdeauna. Da știu majoritatea nu au timp să gândească și îi votează și îi plătesc pe alții să facă asta pentru ei (Boris, coș-mărul lui Putin). Dar scriitorii lor au!

12:30 I'm going to sunny Reno next week because of weather and the weather here finally gets better! (or so they say, remains to be seen).

12:50 Inginer, muncitor și soț de cântăreață, mort.

12:51 Ultima reprezentație a lui Bobby Farrell.

1:00 Bursa s-a închis. De acum pot să scriu ce vreau. Securismul SRI (se reia). SIC.

1:07 O veste bună pentru americani. Ca întodeauna, război sau pace, prețul petrolului scade înainte de 4th of July când toată lumea se deplasează cu mașina.

2:30 Din bube mucegaiuri... Time has come to explore the link between the words cup and kapala. Kapala is a skull cup and the word in English could have come through benign routes. When i left for the vital walk i was already chocking. But in a different way than last night when i had a reflux episode. Two hours after "the man" upstairs hit once the floor he awoke me from my first sleep that started at 11 i fell asleep and woke up with some of the content of my stomach in respiratory airways. Slept three more hours or 4 in total. But i fell asleep in the morning and slept through most of it. And he let me since the market was calm.

But as soon as i gradually woke up and started to write, he started back on. This week he's been at work for 2 days, Monday and Tuesday and at home ever since.

I was chocking because of a plastic ...how should i say it... glass... no, better clear plastic cup that was sitting there under the bush, on the sequoia mulch, with some mold at the bottom. Next to it, some red balled fruit about 1 cm in diameter. I looked at the bush and didn't see any other so i figured they were brought there. Further, a soda can half empty. As i said, they bring in stuff matching what i eat or drink. So i threw them all and went for the vital walk, dizzy and counting each breath, but on Borland, right when i finally caught my breath, i ran into dense smoke, like someone was just starting a fire in a fireplace, and turned around, didn't want to end like in the other day. Here i found one more cigarette but under the door. Inside, the combined smell of cigarette smoke and molds generated by those objects described above.

4:07 Vladimir Solovyov's worthless creature represents the will and influencer of many Brits while Putin represents the will and influencer of many Russians. A lethal combination when they're both played by malevolent actors.

5:34 Finally figured out. Last night i was kinda drunk and went to bed without doing dishes. This morning i forgot and the objects thrown scientifically outside on the red mulch started some very nasty stinking strains that resonated in my kitchen sink that contributed to make me choke. I done that, finished doing the salad (two more, and Angela has finished her supply of lettuce from her garden bed), sat at the laptop to do a search whatever with the salad in front of me with patio sliding door opened and saw a deja vu. A guy with a pump pumping herbicides right in front of that door, speaking Spanish, looking Japanese.

8:20 There was this weird smell yesterday, like freshly broken rocks i forgotten what it was. It was used litter dust i haven't had in a long time (basically after the two Ladies of December with their cat left). A couple of weeks ago i heard a dog running upstairs but after i wrote about it stopped. The effects are showing today, but started last night with the reflux episode. Today it was shortness of breath (combined with the smells from kitchen sink and outside garbage) It's deja vu, even back then they were doing mostly after i was vacuum and cleaning the kitchen floor, filters and fridge's coil.

October 28

1:05 Smoke in here is beyond any limit, almost unbearable inside, and i've done everything i could as far as plugging holes. The whole space between buildings is filled with it and it got inside due to vibrations from a distant train. As long as they were noises upstairs it was better but i think they left and the smoke level rose. And i lost my flashlight and can't go outside to see more holes.

8:57 Dacă tu instanță îți declini competența într-o cauză nu mai poți să admiți sau să nu admiți o cerere. Nu mai poți să faci nimic în cauza respectivă. Întrebați orice jurist.

După cum am spus de atâtea ori. Începând din 1999 Tratatul Schengen nu mai există ca tratat separat ci a devenit un protocol, parte integrantă din Tratatul de Aderare al României (împreună cu alte 10 țări) aprobat de Consiliu în unanimitate în 2002 și ratificat de toate țările UE până la 1 ianuarie 2007. Cu alte cuvinte, România a devenit membru Schengen din 2007, cu necesitatea îndeplinirii unor condiții care trebuiau constatate de Comisie, care este partea legislativă.

De aceea așa zis-ul vot al Consiliului pentru aderarea Croației nu a fost un vot legislativ și nu are nici o valoare juridică. Dacă vă uitați în agenda cu votul respectiv veți vedea că a fost programat în secțiunea ne-legislativă a întâlnirii. Nu a modificat cu nimic tratatul de aderare și apartența Croației la Schengen, ci și-a abrogat rolul executiv al Comisiei, constatând îndeplinirea condițiilor care în cazul României erau îndeplinite din 2011.

Nu va mai exista niciodată un vot legislativ în Consilu pentru aderarea României fiindcă acest vot a fost exercitat înainte de semnarea Tratatului în 2003.

Tomac nu trebuia să dea în judecată Consiliul pentru acesta și-a făcut treaba. Trebuia să dea în judecată Comisia pentru ne-aplicarea Protocolului Schengen din Tratatul de Aderare ceea ce înseamnă ne-aplicarea aquisului.

În Noiembrie 2022, după 11 ani de ne-aplicare, Comisia și-a declinat compentența aplicării aquis-ului.

Conform acestui șirag de argumente dintr-o pagină a enormului site sau mai bine zis grupul de site-uri ale UE, tratatul din 2003 care a intrat în forță în 2007 după un lung proces de aprobări și ratificări nu putea fi semnat fără votul unanim al Consiliului care trebuia să fi avut loc cândva înainte de semnare în 2003.

Pe atunci agendele Consiliului arătau altfel, nu aveau o secțiune legislativă și ne-legislativă, care pare o invenție recentă menită să ascundă faptul că nu mai era nevoie de un vot în Consiliu în cazul celor 3 țări restante. În general voturile ne-legislative sunt treaba Comisiei și nu a Consiliului.

Nu găsesc, oricât aș încerca, agenda votului Consiliului care trebuia să fi avut loc înainte de semnare în 2003 însă a avut loc căci semnarea Tatatului nu se putea face fără acesta.

12:36 You the book nerd, can you please buy and read this book. I need to buy it too cause i exhausted all attempts to download it for free, like Bansenshukai, though in paper format you cannot do (fast) searches. Maybe i could buy it and downloaded as ebook, should try this first.

The idea (hypothesis) is there are channels that can be opened between people (such as lovers), maybe one to many, maybe one way only (do not look in the eyes) and i think those channels once open like by seeing a video early in the morning, can be hijacked by a third party.

4:00 I could say more on the subject but don't want to get weirder than this for now and i'd like to share with you something i just found out.

Much of the stuff that's happening to us and may throw our lives out of normal is the bacteria and mold that's living inside the empty spaces in the interior walls and between upstairs floor and your ceiling and that can be relatively easily cured with an ozone generator. Need to find a closet or space where there are cracks or openings that are communicating with that space that is usually all linked together because of pipes passages. One good place to look is the space around pipes under the sink and install it there.

But usually there is some space between the fan box in the bathroom and the ceiling and the fanbox itself may leak when the fan works into the space between ceiling and upstairs floor or attic feeding the space with nutrients like your own dead skin flakes present in house dust. Install the ozone generator in the bathroom and close the door. It would be a bit uncomfortable to go in there i know. Leave it on as much as you can.

Careful cause the ozone even in low concentrations is harmful to eyes and lungs but you usually can feel it after a day or so and adjust time and settings. Ozone is very reactive (oxidizing) and combines with everything, killing mold and bacteria, and neutralizes sulfur dioxide that emanates from drywall panels, etc..

Another way is to use the ozone generator on high settings when you leave the house but will need a timer so it would stop at least one hour before you get back home. Usually in all american homes there is space between floor and the wall where you can stick a finger, around plugs etc.. and the ozone will get inside the walls through that space.

Got this one that also has a negative ion generator and let it run for half day in the bathroom, every few days on ozone mode and continuously rest of the time in the living on ion generator mode.

The negative ion generator puts in the air obviously negative ions LOL that are attracted by the dust that is usually positively charged, making dust particles heavier and fall to the ground where they attach to carpet and stuff and never raise back up except when vacuum cleaning. It is so much better to breath cleaner air and have the dust on the carpet. I think it works better than any filter i tried over the years.

However mine doesn't have a timer for ozone like this one and cannot be shipped to California, i think none of them can because of the... ozone LOL.

Will see first results in about a week. Lower bacterial load especially in your guts will give a break to your still young immune system and brain and your mind will be clearer. But when you get older the stuff will start to permanently infect your organs giving you what doctors call arthritis.

But if you see big spaces around pipes under the sink or around plugs on big appliances or between floor and walls, you should know you are in danger because of insulation dust that may come especially from exterior walls that are filled with mineral insulation (rock wool). Try and stick everything you can like rags in those spaces. Insulation dust is irritant and painful and has weird psychological effects, especially when combined with bacteria and other stuff.

Most of the dust is released upon vibrations from big speakers or modified exhausts outside but also steps upstairs.

One good indication you are dealing with environmental issues like these is stomach pain. Dust is being continuously eliminated from your lungs into your stomach and guts.

Many antidepressants work as pain killers, allergy relief etc. and that could be their only benefit (by dealing with the effects of that dust). That's why you become extremely sleepy and lethargic when you start those or when you get out of that environment like going into a much better built hospital. But that could be your normal that is not exciting anymore.

6:22 It's what o clock in the evening on the west coast and finally figured her face since this morning. It was all youtube suggestions and stuff, nothing intended, sorry if you had a good fun out of it. As i said, ima never gonna fit, even introduced to. Not the sharpest tool talking real time.

Soul love. It crossed my mind earlier before i saw her last post. Actually the real(Alexacrush) translation of the title of the movie from Italian Prendimi l'anima is Catch my Soul. "Schtejt a Bocher"...

12:44 The man upstairs followed me in the bathroom, flushed the toilet while i was there, now he awoke Angela by squeaking and stomping.

8:00 Still stinking like gasoline at 8 AM on Monday. Much better with the filter next to entrance. I think Angela slept less than 3 hours mostly because of the guys upstairs and works ten hours today. Outside it stopped stinking though the car is still on a jack. Gasoline smell kinda mixed and penetrated carpet and everything and now competing with the old dog poop smell in the apartment.

Just remembered something.

8:57 I decided to dedicate some time to clean and organize. Get rid of old junk, make it more livable. I spent so much time for my blogs lately and neglected everything else.

Made some noodle soup with bone broth added and was about to eat it when a young couple, like they don't have anything else to do with their lives, came like they do every day with two dogs in the yard beyond patio sliding door and the dogs started raising legs and stuff.

10:28 My Elantra has Sirius XM receiver which is a satellite broadcast system and has on the roof a shark fin antenna that can connects to either a satellite, or an LTE tower via the Bluelink and thus probable the most connected car of all brands. It also has a microphone that enable voice commands, phone calls via a bluetooth connected phone etc.. So it is doable for a hacker to make the necessary "adjustments" so everything you talk in the car to be heard or streamed via the internet.

11:34 Solved the mystery where the gas smell was coming from. It was not the Chrysler. They where (i think they still are) a couple of puddles of gasoline at the spot belonging to Apt.1. Though it's odd cause the puddles where pretty far apart.

Took one picture, was thinking to take one more when i come back from my walk. Cut my walk short, came back and saw a cop entering the first entrance in the building C east of the mailboxes.

I had my camera in my hand but i knew a Police car should be nearby so i gave up (don't want to take pictures of those while cops are in mission or in general). However i didn't see any Police vehicle, just a white SUV parked next to the mailboxes but i delayed taking the picture and saw the cop getting into that one. White, unmarked, Interceptor, probably Sheriff. Would have been in the direction where i wanted to take the second one.

1:00 I wasn't only drunk, i was out of my mind. Literally. The smell of gasoline for days, lack of quality sleep, stress, the 2 hour drive in smoke, sometimes weird smoke, a few glasses of wine that i think also had a smoke component from wildfires, hurry to get things done, too many unsorted things pressing on my mind.

I think my brain got too old to accommodate all these, like a young guy. But i've done things like these since i was a kid. Colossal gaffes usually when the unexpected overwhelms me.
In grade school they used to call me "distracted" but in Romanian it has a slightly different meaning than in English. It means having your mind somewhere else.

I think it is a way to cope with sometimes unbearable stress and trauma. Like when i have to drive 80 miles in smoke and  hostile environment from other drivers though is the boredom that kills me most of the time and then i let my mind fly away which brings me a type of fulfillment (feel good neurotransmitters) that allow me to continue.

I do many other routine things this way. Always thinking of something else because it makes me feel better. But yeah, it can happen this way. You think of something else and that pops right in front of you and you can't recognize it however your subconscious does and carries a bit of a conversation that way, with the weirdest effects.

One of the most traumatic things is having to think hypothetically because it consumes a lot of brain power. Like coming to a different country and not knowing the language and culture and having to take in consideration when talking to somebody every possibility. Internet, learning the many expressions should have made it easier to me but in the end i sort of lost drive, and that is mostly because what i discovered and put in my other blog. Keep asking myself if it's worth it. And then the prize unexpected refreshment.

But that sort of intellectual effort and hypothetical thinking and constant inquiring could have been the reason i discovered the big switcheroo (see the other blog).

1:13 Yiddish ("jüdisch"), a misterious language that until today i thought it was derived from German. So they did themselves and everybody. But today i don't think so anymore.

If the Indo European theory is true and all European (and Indian) languages derive from a single one which is probably Sanskrit it means all those languages have to have some Sanskrit words in them.

But the weirdest part and due to uniqueness of the situation i can't find another example or model throughout history, each derived language kept a different set of recognizable words from it. Yeah i was talking once on the phone with a linguist and he went a bit sarcastic and told me like yeah, you can't understand this.

So here is a major difference between German and Yiddish. Right in the first verse of the folk song.

Unfortunately i don't know any of the two languages though when i was a kid i heard my grandparents, other people speaking German all the time. Could be this behind the drive for me to learn English which is not so far from German, when i had a chance. Could be neural pathways that were dug in my subconscious at the time that helped me with learning it. German and Jewish culture still present in Bucovina where i lived until 14.

However i can recognize some words and phrases, and from a few searches i realized Yiddish is not a very  "cared for" languages, with several types of Latin transliteration. But here is a sample of an English version of the song next to the Yiddish one and i can see Yiddish is not German.

November 14

1:08 I'm back at the PC as my laptop now broke. Only one of two USBC charging capable ports was still working and now it's flickering. Like many other things it broke over the weekend, when i was not here.

Was searching for somebody else when i ran into this. A Hungarian synchronized swimmer who committed suicide at 15 or in 2004, strangulating self with a noose. Reading some comments, i figured something else. She was lesbian. Though i don't speak or understand Hungarian, i saw when i translated with google and wanted to make sure. Also note there is no gender for third person pronoun. I knew that since before also by using google translate.

If i wasn't already processed by the guy upstairs who pumped the sewage present from a leak from bathroom fan pipe. He squeaked until he again broke my spirit. Following me everywhere in the apartment. I am positive he is getting some too until he finally leaves through the attic to sleep in a clean place. Nevermind he's back.

Yeah. Check this out.

Was thinking earlier. Ninjutsu is crime rationalized and made efficient.

2:13 Am citit cu câteva luni în urmă un articol despre o actriță româncă de teatru care a vrut întâi să intre în miliție și era prea scundă, înainte de școala de actorie, am căutat în toate felurile în care am știut, și știu destule, am vrut apoi să caut în istoria căutărilor mele și s-a stricat fișierul de pe serverul google, așa că nu mai am istoria căutărilor, tipa îmi amintea de o colegă de serviciu pe care am cunoscut-o în 86 când am început să lucrez la IMU Bacău, care era din București și se putea despărți de accentul ei de bucureșteancă mă rog.

Mai era o tipă tot așa din București cu care am lucrat cot la cot să spun așa, care semăna cu Angela Ciochină și era prietenă cu prima. Gabi Rafailă. Când se întâlneau chiar era amuzant să le auzi vorbind în limba lor latină.

Chiar după ce am început să lucrez acolo ne-au luat și ne-au dus la... câmp la strâns porumb. Toți inginerii din proiectare. Dar asta a fost în 86.

În 87 sau 88 cred în vară am fost la București la un curs de programare (cu toată gașca pe care o strânsesem de pe la proiectare, numai tipe bune, eu eram șeful lor) și acolo am cunoscut și două tipe de la Lugoj, una foarte mișto, o blondă, cu care am și dansat (am făcut noi un party în ultima zi în hotelul ăla foarte mișto din nordul Bucureștiului, ce piscină, era ditamai bazinul de înot) și tipa mi-a făcut o propunere prea directă să nu mă șocheze.

În timp ce dansam cu zeița și mă feream s-o ating măcar ea mi-a spus la ureche "cred că ești un șef foarte bun" la care eu am răspuns vag "nu ai de unde să știi". Tipa semăna cu... Camera lor era lângă a noastră.

Ceilalți erau cazați prin alte camere, mai departe, inclusiv Alex Horovitz din Timișoara de la o fabrică de mașini unelte de pe acolo. ("Fiul profesorului Horovitz care a scris o carte (de mașini unelte)"). Asta fost singura dată când am interacționat cu ea, mai ales că a doua zi am plecat toți acasă.

În camera mea mai era un tip, care semăna cu vocalistul Janos Kobor de la Omega. Al doilea din stânga. Care seamănă cu David Gilmour de la Pink Floyd. Fiica lui Kobor, Lena. Fishe eye effects.

Apropo, al patrulea tip din poză seamănă cu tipul de la Lynyrd Skinnrd. Care au o melodie ciudată, aproape incestuoasă.

Cursul a fost pentru cele două grupe, una din Bacău și una din Tmișoara (și cei trei din Lugoj) și el era echivalentul meu acolo dar erau mai avansați. El mi-a dat niște programe în Basic și apoi am luat tot de la Timișoara și primele calculatoare pentru grupa noastră de proiectare asistată de calculator care se numea chiar așa. SPAC (Sisteme de Proiectare Asistată de Calculator). Clone de Spectrum, cred că se numeau Tim-S.

Când am primit calculatorul mare cu terminale (o clonă de PDP) tot de la ei am luat un program făcut în Cobol pentru generat fișe tehnologice, de un tip Hlușcu care fugise în Germania și care nu a mers. Am făcut eu în schimb un program mult mai simplu și mult mai mișto în Fortran care făcea fișe tehnologice și normare, dar șeful meu l-a aruncat la gunoi (deranja grupa de normatori). Ăla a fost momentul când am început să mă gândesc să mă mut spre salarii/contabilitate.

A mai era și o tipă? Erica? din Timișoara ce părea chiar înotătoare, înaltă, cu musculatură dar cam urâțică și aia se cam lua de mine dar eu o ignoram. M-am mai întâlnit odată cu ea la Timișoara în casa lui Alex la o palincă și atât după care ea "a fugit în Germania". Chiar îmi amintesc ce casă sau apartament într-o clădire din aia veche imperială avea Alex și ce rufos eram eu (de fapt ca și acum).

Îmi spunea Gabi Rafailă, că tipa aia din Lugoj, cu un nume nemțesc, rămăsese gravidă.

Cred că am mai spus că șeful meu de atunci, Cărămidaru semăna mult cu Cristian Țopescu. În timp ce eram noi la București o colegă (aia care semăna cu Julia Roberts, nu aia care semăna cu Olivia Newton John) sună la Bacău și află că și Cărămidaru a fugit în Turcia iar de acolo în Italia și apoi Canada.

11:34 What's draggin the market today, a good way to increase inflation? Good news on inflation, energy and Alexandria Real Estate.

3:55 I can't remember how many times i said before that smell from the bathroom gets in the space between the floor upstairs and our ceiling through a leak in the pipe. This summer actually you could feel the smell from outside. Can't let the fan run too much to push fresh air through the same leak because it blows insulation dust. I had this idea for a few days now but i only tried it today. Apply some vacuum with the vacuum cleaner to see if the pipe is actually clogged with dust buns or something. So i applied vacuum to the fan box for a few seconds and nothing changed.

In the same time i was waiting for the first day alone here to put some high tech stuff on the fiberboard under the sink that gets wet with water when i do the dishes and start stinking. So right after i've done the vacuum thing i applied that water based acrylic under the kitchen sink and then i went in several places.

First to green whatever bottle drop box next to Fred Meyer. But did not have the card with me and waited until somebody came to open the door. Someone as tall as me with big blue eyes and some sort of weird makeup on her face to make her look old and ugly.  Then i went to WinCo, the usual routine, at the self check stands was supervising Gladys, ex Van Dame's wife.

But after that and a walk, i still could not unfog my brain since last night's smoke that was engulfing the building. Angela doesn't let me call the firefighters or something.

Not from holes or anything. I plugged all holes. Plainly from everywhere. Went outside to look and got an even higher dose. Interestingly when that happens nobody is around here. At 10 PM the place seem deserted literally. I guess they don't want to expose their own.

Angela came and looked through the banks and told me at Grande Ronde Shell we got charged 6 dollars on a Capital one for gas, card we don't usually use  for gas. After a while she remembered she bought a hot dog and biscuits and gravy at the CS that tasted like vanilla at like @5 AM or when we left and bought gas from there and i was so hungry after being sick all night. But why did they charge food as gas.

And BTW i figured why i am also sick in the morning. The gas smell.

5:55 Didn't you all know. Girls look more life fathers then mothers. My ears are huge like Buddha's and eyes are brown like my sisters'. My mother had blue eyes and father dark brown. I also have a hook nose.

March 26

1:40 I think somebody unziped me from under the sink at the Spirit Mt. casino while i was washing my hands. First some guy bent in front of me tying his shoe laces for ever. Then i moved to a different spot. As soon as i moved, the janitor was like waiting there and started to mop the floor around me, looking nervous. Lots of noise and distractions, me a little buzzed. As a result i walked around for hours like that. I even went to the cashier to cash some bad ticket (issued by machines, not readable by again machines) and there was a big line and had to wait like forever (at least 20 minutes). It happened to me before but usually people told me. By the time they were still other people left around here. Now it's only them, as i said before.

I only discovered it when i got home. I think the way they moved tonight, the nervousness, they were hell bent to do something to discredit me. If they can't do something else, they will do something like this which is more effective than most things they can do to a person.

Every time i gain points for my reputation everybody around me start to get very nervous and there is a lot of pressure on me.

7:53 Revelation which in Greek means Apocalypse or the last book in the Bible was included in the New Testament in the 4th century and it is not known when it was written.

Within the Church they were people who spoke against its introduction. One of them was St. Dyonisius, a bishop from Alexandria, who became pope, died in 264 and later have been sanctified. He considered the book of Revelation as being a forgery, written in a totally different style and using different expressions and language than the rest of the Bible.

So at least it is sure it was written before him. But if the Book of Revelation had been written at the end of 1st century as most scholars agree, by John the Elder, not John the Apostle, the subsequent copies all the way to Dionysus must have been filtered at least of the grammatical errors if not of the barbaric expressions.

It is said that in 451 Attila proclaimed the Huns were the "Scourge of God". Huns were neighboring the Roman empire for centuries before the invasion. Could the Huns have sent scouts to live in the Roman Empire, Greece, to study and influence? Could a few of them had time to learn Greek and Latin and infiltrate the Church or at least pay some to do it?

After Attila's proclamation in 451 which at least shows he knew of the Christian God, would the Christians have considered the Huns one of the first signs of the upcoming Apocalypse which was supposed to end with the second coming of Christ, and let the invasion happen and let the Huns march all the way to Rome.

If so it would be one of the first known cases of psychological warfare (Yes, Mongols, Noongars, Huns are all the same). But the Revelation did not limit its prophetic influence to that time.

It went on for 16 centuries all the way to our times. It would be consistent with what the Huns do nowadays, with all the known fakeries that go all the way to substitutions of politicians in all countries.

In other words, Apocalypse started back then or after it was prophesied and is still happening, but it may not be what you think.

9:10 I got awakened after about 5 hours of sleep and was quite ok when i started to do the research to write the paragraphs above of which i've been thinking all evening. At once, the man upstairs first started to squeak and then he left, and like in the days before, the place filled with mole smell within minutes and made me literally sick. I went to step on the mounds. Most mounds stay closed after i put a bit of onion but there is one where all the pieces of onion have been "rejected" by the inhabitant smart mole and that mound and the surrounding ones keep coming back together with the repugnant smell.

5:03 The "Spanish" woman, kids are yelling while Angela tries to sleep.

5:14 Kids yelling in the distance, in ways unspeakable. Too far to record though.