June 26

9:30 Got awaken after 5 hours of sleep (same like the last two nights) around 8 by big noises (like a garbage truck though it's Monday) and then the woman next door was talking yelling on the phone for one hour (yes in Spanish though she is Japanese, i know ninja can do that. Learn foreign languages so well you wouldn't know).

I started to remember what i've done last night. Last passing area before Chevron on 26 when going west towards Mt Hood. There was this semi i was following for at least 15 minutes that was going uphill under speed limit though i think it was empty. Those guys even if the are well maintained, put a lot of carbon dioxide behind especially when going uphill, that usually makes me sleepy.

There were two more vehicles behind it. Those and myself started to pass the truck which went onto the right lane. However instead of slowing down it sped up like they usually do to maybe 65 or more. (Had 75 or when i last looked at speedometer while trying to pass it but was held by the other two).

I know when i started to pass my speed was about 65 with the shifter on automatic, at about 4500 rpm and probably in 4th gear. I don't know exactly why but the truck accelerated after those two guys ahead of me passed it and when passing area ended i was parallel with it and i continued to accelerate until i finally passed it too though it was ft behind me and flashing lights instead of slowing down and when i looked at the speedometer and i was doing 80, uphill.

I read on sites and forums last night that my car has a rpm soft limiter at 6000 rpm when you are in sequential mode, when it shifts gears down automatically (and you loose power when uphill of course) and one at 6500 when you are in automated mode, like i was, when it cuts power to the engine. If that had happened he would have hit me from behind for sure cause it was only ft behind me until i slowly accelerated to 90 and put some distance in between.

If i panicked when i saw it close behind and then flashing, and hit the gas pedal to the floor the car would have shifted back to 3rd, the rpm increasing maybe over 6500 at 90 and the engine would have stopped at that rpm.

How would a semi do 80 uphill, that is another question.

Have no idea what marks that truck had on it, but i'm sure it was caught on the cameras on the freeway and/or seen by other drivers. Or maybe he veered right towards Hood River before reaching the Government Camp area. It was all done intentionally, like so many times recently in all kind of situations, in cooperation with the two other drivers and these guys are criminals that should spend time behind bars.

Similar things happen to me in almost all my trips.

9:58 Saturday night after passing Newberg going east again i was going uphill at 65, passed one guy (a white SUV) that was slower in the right lane when i saw something crossing the street, from the left.

It would have taken too long to lift my foot from gas pedal and hit the breaks so i just veered left in the median lane trying to get behind it which i did, maybe except for its tail, don't know if the guy right and behind me hit it. Seconds later i realized by the white stripes on its back that imprinted on my retina that it was a skunk, the first time ever i saw one. It was pretty big, about the size of a raccoon, but faster.

I apologize for modifying the gear numbers so many times in this post, it was all based on guessing (can't see the gear you're in on the dashboard, only the letter D when in automatic).

12:00 This video shows 4500 rpm at 85 mph in 3rd but it's a different type of Elantra. However if you press on gas hard enough you can very easily downshift one ore two gears and reach 6500 when the the fuel to the engine is cut off. BTW this guy is crazy, he does 170 mph with a flat tire warning on the dashboard. I personally never went over 100 with any vehicle.

12:37 I know what happened back in August 20 2021. The driver who hit me could have pretended i again lost engine power when accelerating over 6500 or whatever rpm, but in that night i was going with speed limit on cruise control on a flat or even a bit downhill area on I5 in 6th gear (fuel efficiency gear) per reason of driving with a spare (right rear).

Only when i saw him very close behind i might have tried to accelerate but it was too late as it would have taken several seconds to shift from 6th to let's say 2nd and even in the 2nd gear could still go faster than 60 which i was going when he hit me (that Elantra was 1.8 engine but was rated at the same 150 hp).

One more thing. The cop called a towing company that refused to tow us for reason of distance (22 miles, wondering why the cop wouldn't tell them on the phone, when he called them, where to). Could one of those two towing guys i talked to while the cop was skillfully recording it audio and video to have been actually the driver of the truck who hit me, pretending he didn't run after all. So i actually i might have talked without knowing, with the help complicity of the cop with my ex would be killer.

3:10 No i didn't. Only now i know what happened, a walk through the relatively clean air also cleared my mind. BTW when i left i poured some more vinegar in the old rusted dog feces contaminated pan under the new water heater and the child actors came and started to yell like swallowed whole by giant serpents. So they did when i passed the camp (the children camp in the park, less than one mile away from down town Tulatin and Martinazi street) they enact every summer.

The mods at the battery. In that day in August 2021 i had poured from days before some JB weld steel reinforced adhesive on top of the nuts of the connectors to prevent them from getting loose, not on the connectors themselves. In fact, during engine running the vehicle is powered by the alternator (and not the battery that acts only as a filter) of which connectors runs through a series of plates on the positive with the negative doubled directly on the body. There was adhesive on the nut of the plates too, but not on or between the contacting plates under.

In that night after the accident and pulling on a street nearby i was casually talking in front of the open hood to the second cop and the driver of the towing truck that refused towing, about those mods.

The current configuration has modifications too, only there is no adhesive involved but only a second system doubling the stock con_nec_tors, actually a redundancy with bypassing and an extra connection to the ground on the negative and again bypassing the stock connector to the plates on the positive, with bolts soldered on top of poles. It is true, i saw yesterday one of the battery poles was a little bent, i don't know why, there is no extra weight on it.

Besides i never had problems with it, on the opposite, it improved vehicle's operation by increasing driveability, mileage and decreasing vibration. I have digital a voltmeter inserted in one of the plugs. Never lost power in years of experimenting with those, then why in that day?

The taillights on every car are build to reflect light and they would have been very visible in the dark when lit with headlights from behind, even if i lost power which i didn't.

In fact on another recent occasion i used the horn as last defense against an attempt of being again hit from behind and the other driver fell back. Now i know why. Horn was showing i had electric power.

But if i accidentally (mis)maneuvered and hit the gas pedal to the floor and hit the 6500 rev limit in 1st gear uphill, it could have looked like i lost electric power. I'm wondering what would have happened if i was wounded in an accident near Mt.Hood, far away from any hospital and ambulance services.

August 23 was only 2 days away and in that day at Les Schwab in Lake Owego i was assisted by a Les Schwab employee that looked like a right wing minister from one of the numerous Iohannis governments, Dan Vilceanu. It is rumored Iohannis has ties with the extreme right in Romania. He told me the tire with the flat i had earlier that day before the accident was unfixable as per a previous defective installation (done at the same shop). He insisted he took the tire in the trunk, where i was hit in that night.

What happens is though they are doing symbolic gestures trying to take credit of what followed that night in front of their right wing audience while the others don't care.

I think it was on May 2020 when driving with the same car, the first day a casino ever opened (Little Creek) after pandemics closure, when i went over a wheel (whole wheel, not shredded tire) exactly in that area, in the middle of the lane. Thing is i did not panic and hit the brakes, the car would have lowered its front (nose dive) and hit it and it barely touched it with some part (cross member i think).

After, i pulled from freeway in the area where she was missing from (not knowing at the time) to check for damages under the car.

In that night at the casino i went to the car several times (to drink of course) and last time i sat in line behind a woman, not unattractive but looking vulnerable, thin and not tall, who kept telling everybody she lost her purse and kept getting out and back in line (for temperature checking) to get in, and she didn't know why. I saw her later in the casino talking with two cops, then why the search that kept going for days?

4:49 This 2019 Elantra is closer to mine. You can realize it's a decent car. As for style, Koreans have a sense for a an elegant minimalism, beating classical Japanese basic pragmatism though lately they all started to look the same.

I think the man was doing 110 on a German autobahn in 5th gear at 6500 rpm (minute 1:58) right before car automatically shifted to 6th. In the US you can see this road quality only on recently paved freeways. Never seen continuous or interrupted lines so straight though confusing at 3:00 due to construction work. Crooked lane lines get you tired, fast. Good thing they also keep you challenged (and alert).

This, at 4:00. They do this to me a lot, slower cars changing lanes when i'm about to pass them. Good thing they didn't do it when he was passing them going 120 mph (193 kmh). And a stinking classic that fills your cabin (and filter) with smoke for the next 5 minutes. I see they're universal.

5:00 Christmass 2019 and 2020. It always happens around anniversaries and holidays. Today was my birthday.

6:30 Never new what steemit was until today when i was searching for his face.

An Accident Waiting to Happen

After 6 hours of sleep i came at the computer to check the value of my car and briefly read the news. The guy upstairs started the TV so loud i can be hear from the alley. After i started to type he came above and started to squeak the floor

The loud TV makes it hard to concentrate and remember things. Last night around midnight i was driving on I5 towards Portland near exit 2. I was doing 60 on cruise control in a 60 (96km/h) area mainly because i had on right rear wheel a spare.

Earlier in that day i had a flat and the Les Schwab guy showed me that the rim of the tire from the flat was damaged beyond repair "from the previous installation" (done in the same shop) and i ordered 2 new tires for rear, which are 100k (Michelin). This model of Hyundai do not come with a spare but with a pump and a can of glue you attach to it and i found a spare that size in the junkyard from a Ford.

Suddenly i saw in the center mirror a couple of headlights coming at high speed and since i didn't know exactly what i had in that instant on my right in the blind spot, though i knew they were 3-4 cars around me, i stayed on my lane and all i could do was tell Angela "hold, this guy is gonna hit us" and probably hit the gas pedal to smoothen the impact which occurred within 2-3 seconds after i saw it first. I got sped up, the man was slowed down, i looked in the right mirror and at my right and pulled on the shoulder.

The guy switched in the left lane, they were 4-5 cars all around him on the empty freeway and he accelerated and was gone. A white pickup probably a Ford with off-road wheels.

I stayed and thought for about 5 minutes, last drink i had was before 7 PM, and called 911. The operator kept asking me if i was injured, with that noise of the freeway i thought she said insured and kept saying yes, finally switched me to another operator who sent the State Patrol.

Minutes were passing. One guy with an old SUV stopped and asked if i needed help. Wind was blowing from his direction and exhaust started to choke me. Then he finally left and two Washington State Patrol SUVs came. While i was talking to the cop, a sports car with modified exhaust zoomed at high speed on the right lane or next to us. One minute later a Police car followed. The cop said i should pull somewhere else, i told him why couldn't we go on the exit that was just ahead, and then we agreed to him driving first, me following and the other Patrol SUV was coming from behind.

I was a little shocked, felt heat and a bit of pain in the back, jaws, now it's all gone, earlier and lately my shoulders are hurting, from inflammation in the esophagus from dust and bacterial infection that transmits in nearby tissues combined with some light exercise and work on car. Angela was a little shocked as well, she had a headache before it all started that didn't go away and only slept 3 hours. Kept talking about insurance and what to do with the car.

She was scheduled to work overtime today. Yeah i know we shouldn't have gone, there was a moment of indecision, but they were three days of litter dust (didn't happen or didn't happen at this scale for a long time) dust was still lingering after i fixed yesterday afternoon a few holes in the ceiling and i was curious about the last fix i've done at the car, with the adhesive on top of battery connector nuts which was holding, but in the meantime too much oil gathered in the intake, should try again to vacuum the intake etc. Lately i've been used to take a break from here and felt like it was the time.

We then won a few hands recovering most of what Angela lost and as usually she decided we should go home. Thinking. If someone wants to manipulate us with the machines, they can do it at their chosen time. I wasn't aware, in my mind, that she should have started Saturday at 4 AM so we left i don't know, 11:30 or something when we left.

When i came at the car i hit with my foot an orange lid from an saline enema bottle, like it's been used and left there, i have some of those at home, can't go without those, for a long time now, got some sort of sciatic paralysis of that area. Casually i bent and picked that thinking it might have come from my pocket when i grabbed the keys, then i thought it was impossible, never put those things in my pocket and then i regretted it and nervously tried to wipe it out with some toilet paper which i threw in a garbage can.

Like when we came, some weird maneuvers around us, with cars and people bullying us, and that was indeed more than usual, could have been a sign if i was capable to think. Few people realize how much exposure to this kind of dust, other pollutants can influence you, especially if moment is well chosen.

Car was still making the (lifter) noise at low speed and idling when i left, voltage at the cigarette lighter plug was 14.3, i guess my fix was holding, fuel mileage reading was better than average, 38.6 at the time of accident, round trip and driving in huge parking lot at Ilani included.

The cop stopped at 39 and H streets in Vancouver, not far from exit next to a property called G&G, in an area called Minehaha?! He gave me some paperwork to fill, car was driveable, but he said i should not drive since the car cannot take another hit like this, which might have been true, he said they got their contracting towing who might come faster than insurance (within 30 minutes in the contract), towing came soon but they said they won't go that far, which was only 22 miles though.

I had some anxiety, forced myself to breath (on mouth) and kept coughing. I told the cops, it was from the dust at the apartment in the last few days. But impact could have raised some dust in the car as well. Thing is, i kept coughing.

I called our insurance, and from the start menu, i could not call a towing unless i file the claim for the accident first. Which is incredible, they kept me with the claim half hour on the phone, right after the accident before they sent a towing (Progressive). They didn't give me a phone number to call to check status of the towing, like Farmers had and towing didn't call within next 10 minutes so i just decided to drive not knowing if they will ever call. When i got back on the freeway, the towing finally called.

Was doing 55 in the right lane, one more episode, a Ryder rental van again came from behind, threatening, i pulled on the shoulder. So the cop was right. Then another guy passed me on the empty freeway with LPN MTZ. "Mai târziu" means Later in Romania.

It's been a constant harassment by all drivers on the freeway no exception on my way back home at night from Vancouver in the past few years, with license numbers letter combinations closed to KGB, cisterns, trucks with logos, high speed passes on right, left lanes and sometimes simultaneously, but tonight was special.

So i kept looking in the mirror for trucks, cause i figured the courageous ninja wouldn't hit me with another car which was true. Because i stopped a couple of times, my total mileage on the dashboard was 37.6 when i exited. One more thing. Earlier that day the warning light for airbags came on. So those would not have worked probably in a rollover or something like that.

Cop never gave me a copy of his report, but now that i think, they can all pretend, including the driver who ran (that is a felony) that i was too slow and suddenly switched lanes drifting maybe, losing control of the car when he hit me which is not true, i was holding my lane pretty well. I know some would try to explain the accident by me driving slow, drifting maybe, and a guy speeding, maybe drunk, coming from behind. I will never forget those two headlights i saw in the mirror coming from behind straight at me.

All i can think is it was stupid, driving 40+40 miles on a spare on the freeway, after all that happened there in the past.

I think car is fixable, Angela says price of cars have gone up these days, it needs a trunk lid, a bumper and some frame straightening. Now waiting for insurance to call. Or should i go online to see what's under "my account".

Several highlights for this post. Myth maintaining. Their maneuvers with their numerous actors and extras on the scene everywhere i go tried to create and maintain the gay myth and the KGB myth. This week was special because Monday is August 23, the day when ex King Michael of Romania led a coup against Marshal Antonescu, while the soviets where about to occupy Romania, many, including some Romanians, Hungarians and Japanese seeing him as a traitor. Forgotten today by the majority, some say it shortened WWII with at least 6 months and contributed to defeating of Germany and Japan by an alliance led by US which included Soviet Union.

Michaels' next to Mud Bay in Tualatin. Think of George Michael. Michael Caina. And my insurance contact on the claim page is named Salinas.


Catalytic, wheel stolen recently, 2 flats on the same tire, two cars smashed in the parking lot at Meridian, one a white Elantra, what could have been next.

Just looked on Progressive site under my account. Claim has been received and that's all. Last night she said something about texts on the phone, none so far.

On October 26 2012 a similar accident occured. A small but heavy built Nissan Z hit me from behind trying to push me in traffic at a yield sign in Lake Oswego (Yes, Country club Rd).

Just took a picture of the damage of the car again on daylight. The reason it looks like this and not worse is i had one of the car's wide aluminum wheels, fully inflated in the spare's compartment. This car does not come with a spare hough it has the compartment for it. However i found one at the junkyard (for a Ford) that fitted both as size and distance between bolts. Right now i had that spare on the car (right rear) and the regular wheel in that space, because the guys at Les Schwab told me i had some damage on the rim of the tire. Now they played the scene of the mad drunk driver who hit me from behind because i was slow whatever. But i am sure the writers of this scene knew i had the wheel there which protected the fuel tank. Sometimes they use these psychological traps, to make everything more interesting. To make people who really wanted me dead last night ever more mad because of my "legendary luck".

Last of the Hyundai

April 2018. We bid on a car at Copart. Like IAA, it's a place where insurance companies sell the totaled cars after they pay their customers the market value. They usually specify the areas where the car was damaged. This one has been listed as  "minor scratches and damages". We saw the car prior at the auction lot, together with one hundred others. Did not realize the car was actually in an accident, partially fixed and put back in auction and sold again at a higher price. I paid a total of 45 hundred dollars, including Copart fees.

When i went and picked it at the auction site, the car was driveable, but was making a weird noise at the engine. The mud cover on the right front was damaged, the fender was not holding in place, battery was almost dead and 5 years old. Serpentine belt was bent by a foreign object that gut between belt and pulleys at the time of the accident. When i got home i found in the trunk the broken windshield washer reservoir and the right headlight. Car was painted on the right side, with the right door and fender damaged. It was unclear if the right door airbag was still functional, though no dashboard light was on.

They were some sort of crystals on the windshield and hood, maybe from car being driven behind a de-icer that did not go away after a year or something, impairing visibility. Nr.1 and 2 cylinders had spark plug loose (0 torque) and there was oil in the cylinders and on the threads and inside the spark plug wheels. The shoulder at the bottom of the spark plug wheels  where the washers of the spark plugs seal sit was damaged and it was impossible to seal the spark plug when torquing it. Exhaust was leaking by the spark plugs in the engine compartment. Hood was bent (never fixed) and was not touching the seal with exhaust coming through the air intake grill in the cabin. There was oil in the the cylinders and on the spark plug threads.

3 years of struggle followed, with me working at the cars for hours, several days a week.

First went to Beaverton Hyundai and bought a battery and had it installed. Bought there a serpentine belt and installed it. Bought on Amazon a 6 mm diameter camera (about 20 bucks) to look inside the cylinders where i did not see piston slap damage but oil.

I tried to wipe the spark plug threads with balls of cotton soaked in alcohol, but they were not holding.

 
Designed and build in a machine shop a tool to resurface the shoulders of the spark plug holes. Finally torqued the spark plugs. Ordered a mud cover for right front on ebay and installed it. Ordered a windshield washer reservoir and installed it. Straightened the hood by stepping on it while hood semi-open, several times over the years. Did not realize the plastic grill was still leaking in several places by design, until about a week before the accident. Over 3 years i drove the car from 35 k to almost 100, while breathing exhaust inside the cabin, though less and less.

Did not realize the battery connectors could not be tightened enough, and were constantly getting loose, again by design, with battery never fully charging, until i bought a plug in USB charger with a digital voltmeter and because of needing jump starts several times after exhausting the battery with radio and fan in parking lots i also bought a 40 dollars 10000 mah li-ion smart jump starter on Amazon.

There was foam in the oil indicating sticky valves and squishy lifters. Tried to use some valve cleaner for the noise and injector cleaner additive inside the tank. As that wasn't working, i tried to clean the throttle body when i saw the inside of the composite intake manifold, which was installed in front of the compartment, or the left side of the engine, which was oily.

I tried and used a 3/8 piece of vinyl tube connected to a vacuum cleaner and pulled from the intake ounces of oil. It was  then when i realized that oil from the PCV was condensing inside the cold manifold that was installed in front of the engine compartment and pooling at the bottom of the intake which was installed upside down, by design, with the bottom bellow the runners, unlike any car i seen before. From there, oil was trickling up the runners, burning on valves and making them sticky, especially at number one cylinder. More oil was getting inside the cylinder, lubricating the piston rings unevenly, contaminating spark plugs, etc..

I pulled the injectors and tried to clean them applying voltage and some solvent from a spray can. Can had twice the pressure of the fuel and blew the injectors microfilters. I had to buy new injectors from dealer, for 400 bucks.

Over the years, i designed and installed several versions of catch cans on the PCV circuit, trying to minimize the amount of oil that gets in the intake which i was vacuuming "regularly" with a device i designed myself, made of a piece of tubing and a mat pump. With the last version of the catch can i could not vacuum oil from the intake anymore, there was none left.

A few months ago i bought an Exide battery and installed it and the noise was gone for a few hours. That was until the nuts at the connectors got loose again. Weeks before the accident i degreased the connectors together with the 8 bolts and nuts that were around the battery connectors and sealed the nuts on top with some adhesive. The voltage on the plug in charger with digital voltmeter was finally showing 14.3 volts while driving, 14.1 while idling. In the day of the accident, the noise was almost gone.

The noise was coming from the nr.1 cylinder or the furthest on the fuel rail, where fuel had not enough pressure because of low voltage at the fuel pump and injector was dripping,  causing uneven washing of the cylinder, with probably some slap while the engine cold, and not enough fuel washing the oil condensed on runner and trickling on valve, which was not getting washed enough because of low voltage at the fuel pump, making the valve stick and the lifer squish oil which was foamy. One cylinder working less than others meant vibration at the engine which meant poor driveability at high speed.

When i did rear brakes, a couple of years ago, i saw the indicators for pad wearing were bent and acting like springs, pushing the pads on the rotor, diminishing mileage.

Over the years, the car was doing an average of 35 mpg on the freeway and @20 in stop and go traffic. The car was quite comfortable to drive, due to soft suspension and many options, including working AC, bluetooth and satellite radio (which we did not subscribe for). In the days prior to the accident it was in its best shape ever, with smooth running engine, good driveability and almost no noise.

On August 19 Angela told me on the phone she had a flat. On the same tire there was another, several months ago when i got it fixed at Les Schwab in Lake Oswego. When she got home, i found low pressure in right rear, enough to trigger the sensor, put the tire in the tub full of water and didn't see any bubbles. I took the tire, for precaution, at the same Les Schwab shop in Lake Oswego.

There i spoke to a guy who resembled the current Finance Minister of Romania. Of course i didn't realize right away. Inside there was this Hungarian opera singer who acted like Phil Wick, Les Schwab's CEO after the death of Les Schwab.

The Romanian guy called me inside the shop which didn't happen in a long time, i went reluctantly after he called me a couple of times and showed me a tire similar to mine that had a damaged rim for about 1/6 length of the whole rim. He told me if it was from a previous installation which was in the same shop and asked me if wanted a new tire, i asked him if he had Michelin, the brand that was originally on car when i got it, he said no, if he can get it by tomorrow, he said we should talk in the morning, he had the number on my record, he then put the tire back on the wheel, inflated it and the wheel in the trunk. He insisted to put it there himself. This car doesn't come with a spare, though it has the space for it in the trunk. I found one at the junkyard, from a Ford that fitted. Though spare was new, the car was not driving the same as with the original wheel, especially at high speeds on the freeway. In the same evening i re-ordered a couple of tires similar to those in front which i changed more than a year ago, similar to the original ones. They were scheduled to arrive Monday, however they came Saturday morning or the day after the accident.

Friday evening i drove to Ilany, after both of us changed our mind, first Angela, then me, not to go that evening. 40 miles one way, had some difficulty driving, the car was drifting a bit, they were lots of drivers with weird LPN like KGB harassing us, as usually in the last few years. So i had to go with the speed limit.

In that day when she came from work she said she saw a light on the dashboard, it was the light showing something wrong with the airbags.

At midnight 20/21 i was coming back doing 60 in a 60 area on cruise control (which is kinda slow i recon). I was in the middle lane, because i was close to the interstate bridge where i don't want to drive on side lanes. Suddenly i noticed i was surrounded by a group of cars, left, right and behind. I saw in the mirror the lights from behind approaching at high speed, probably 20 over the speed limit. I could not change lanes, though the cars left and especially right might have slowed down in that moment, living me alone. Thing is i can't remember, because it all happened very fast. All i know is in my mind i had few options except to tell Angela to brace for impact and probably i accelerated in the last few seconds, reducing the difference in speed between the vehicles. For one second i thought he gave up then he accelerated too and i felt the impact. I was pushed forward at higher speed while all the other cars in the group fell behind. When i realized i still had control of the car i looked, the right lane was free, i veered right, stopped on the shoulder and tried to see his LPN. However when he passed he was surrounded by the other cars. All i could see was the tail of a huge white Ford pickup with the letters 4x4 on the tail. I took a picture of the car which was pretty damaged but still driveable (in the end, after talking to the cops who called a towing company who didn't want to go that far, calling our own towing that wasn't calling back, i drove the 22 miles from there to home, on right lane, and i had to pull over at least one time because of a truck that was coming again threatening from the rear).

The Washington State police came within 5 minutes. The cop looked bored and interested in a car that zoomed at high speed. He left the front lights on onto my car and i could not see his face. He said i should not drive the car back home cause it could not take another hit like that, which in the end almost happened. However, i do remember he looked like this guy.

He then agreed to drive before me (while another Police SUV came from behind, following me) and pilot me to a safe place. He exited the freeway than choose a street with poor illumination, near a property called G&G in the Minnehaha neighborhood of Vancouver, Washington, 2 miles away from Columbia river and Oregon.

There he asked me to write on a form called SUSPECT/WITNESS statement what happened and sign it. Then he asked me this question. What happened right after the impact? Because only those who survived such impact know what happens. The speed of your vehicle increases and that of the vehicles who hit you decreases. I think it was a test question. However, he did not write on the report "hit and run" which could have triggered a call for potential witnesses in the media.

Then he called their contracted towing company which came but refused to tow us "because of the distance". So i called the insurance, but the menus where such designed i had to file the claim first which meant an almost one hour conversation with the insurance claims rep. The cop left, the towing left and we were all alone on the dark street. I had to pee in a bottle i had in the thank that was crushed by the accident. The towing was not coming, i tried to call insurance again, got lost in menus and then i decided to drive back home. As i got on the freeway at around 2 AM, towing called saying they are within 10 minutes distance.

to be continued

November 24

10:05 Don't know if i can include the cyclicity of the seasons (given by the Earth's rotation around the Sun) in an explanation about Amaterasu's myth but November 23 is close enough to the winter solstice, at December 21 when daylight time starts to increase again.

But by reading the above linked article i figured other important things.

In the myth, the birth of music and shamanic dance is attributed to the temporary missing of the goddess, when daylight disappeared. In contemporary music, there are numerous examples of songs speaking of that, and comes to mind the verses "she got down but she never got tight/she's gonna make it through the night" from Blinded by the Light by Manfred Man.

Music and dance are now so ubiquitous in media and we never take the time to stop and think. How was life before the century of the lights? When it all started? The Renaissance? One thing we don't recognize. The shamanism of dance and music that surrounds our lives nowadays. And we all seem to ignore the source.

Modern music seems to have taken these days the role of a (shamanic) teacher, instructing us all the time (against the old order) with words repeating obsessively over and over. Having in mind another influential song by Pink Floyd.

Calculated deception and use of force for our good. Taking matters into own hands. Extrajudicial justice. Devine trickery. The Book of  Ninja (Bansenshukai) is full of it. But also comes to mind Maya, the world of illusions or mother of Buddha, which is part of Buddhism. Could it be the reason of the happy marriage in Japan between Buddhism and Shintoism, which seems to be a term linguistically derived from "Hinduism".

Own cave. Could this be the (Devine) model for Hikikomori? There are millions of young Japanese people who retreated in their own room, some for years. They also call it "social withdrawing". Though i suspect some of them are secretly enrolled in ninja training and Japan not having more hikikomori as percentage of the total population than any country.

I did that once. Been in the apartment for months if not one or two years, never going out. Angela had to go alone to buy groceries. In a year or two my body started to atrophy. Gained more and more weight.

One day it snowed a lot (like it happens once or twice a year in Oregon). I mean, one foot of snow and i ran out of cigarettes' and Angela could not drive to 7-11 with the Nissan.

I went outside, i was high all the time during that time though not realizing. I tried to put chains on the rear wheels of the truck, the chain on one wheel got entangled, i broke the truck. So i had to walk the half mile to 7-11. But after walking for like 5 minutes in the snow i realized i cannot walk no more. Me who when i was young i was walking 30 km or more in one day on the trails in the mountains surrounding the city i was born and lived until 14 or during vacations until 18.

In that evening i went outside to take pictures with the snow, again, the same difficulty moving around the complex.

So it cannot be. Those people will atrophy and not be able to do anything anymore in a year or so. I mean, some of them could be real, like in any country, and others using this as an opportunity.

But it has gotten out of control. For decades after the appearance of radio and television people accepted those as carrying new, unheard of before forms of speech and entertainement. More and more allusive, then with more and more sexual content, to the point one simply cannot listen to them anymore. How many curse words in a song by Doja Cat?

They for as long as i can remember used a lot a type of figurative speech when the singer speaks at first person actually casting attributes to another together with obsessively, bullying appellative "baby" that nowadays has turn into "b...h" and "ho" (Doja Cat, Doechii) in extraordinarily offensive songs.

Paint the Town Red has been on tops since release, with of course the help of all DJs in the world cause actually i and probably many others don't find that song so appealing to be played like 20 times a day on a hip-hop local station. Actually i ignored it for a long time though i was listening to it while driving and it came to my attention by chance.

Will people ever start to realize this is not western culture anymore but pieces of Amaterasu's mirror that shattered and covered the whole world?

They own most everything in the US. Though the graphs shows other countries "as well", their are present with finances in those countries as well. .7 trillions direct investment in US in 2021, must have been one trillion in 2023. It's all the money American pay for cars and other goods. Now they are pushing their singers disguised as Latinos and/or Blacks with their media networks in our ears.

11:42 Bullied by Republic Services.

I was writing the above when the thunder of the garbage truck started. I ran to the bin to pull the old garbage sacks from under only to see the bin being set again on top of those. And BTW there is a new one but fortunately was not covered yet.

I tried to talk to the driver and he said "why don't we do this next week" and i told him "i don't know if i can be that fast or even present" and then i asked him kindly "if he could do us all a favor and pull those two bags next week from under the bin (when he lifts it)" and he said "i should talk to the management and have the maintenance team be there to do that".

Then i told him i cannot tell the management what to do (i actually don't believe this is my job) and then he said "i see were you're coming from" and shut the cabin's door and now i feel guilt for even asking him that.

Wondering. Is there any procedure he has to follow or just continue to put the bin over old rotting garbage sacks.

12:08 I was driving yesterday to Grande Ronde on 18 around 5 PM. I think it was just before McMinville on the variant when i saw some flashing lights in the mirror. I was planning to pull as soon as those get closer, however they got closer much sooner than expected. It was dark enough not to see  the outer margin of the shoulder or the beginning of the ditch so like many times before, about one ft of my car remained in the lane.

Right in that fraction of a second i saw 3 State Police cars literally flying by. I think they had more than 100 mph. First one was far enough but second almost shaved my car. I haven't seen those again and haven't seen anything further down the road and i know State Police only have jurisdiction on freeways, or outside cities and towns.

12:22 Before that. Yesterday afternoon i added two more hundred milliliters of ATF in my car. I went for a test drive and yes, that was the case. I was low in ATF and the car was now shifting much better.

But it was like that since i got the car. I remember i saw on the plastic panel under the transmission and engine a pink gel. Is this what ATF turns into after a while?  Though there was no leak, then and later.

Obviously had to bend over to do that. But there was no one behind me.

Soon after i did that went to take the garbage and saw yet another trail of litter dust coming from the same place and going to the bin. I immediately went and grabbed the broom but several cars already passed over, milling those beads. I swept what i could, however i inhaled some of the dust. It was this choice. Let it there and slowly inhaling the dust over several days or sweep it and only inhale some once.

However it was not without consequences. Hours later i started to have weird daydreams, almost hallucinations when i was trying to sleep in the car. (Then i tried to drink from a broken plastic glass and spilled the drink on me. Then i had to rain inside with my pants wet because i had an urge to go out).

Thing is we were both under influence of that dust, for about a week. Angela was really mad these days.

12:32 Yesterday i first drove to Lincoln City. I was planning to hang around while Angela plays there. But i came 5 minutes earlier to the meeting point where i was supposed to pick her at 7:15. Tried to call but like last time her phone (we turned both phones on for a short time) wouldn't work inside  the casino. 2 minutes after, or at 7:12 a Security SUV came by. I was at the very edge of their property and not sure if inside or out.

However i was on the outer side of the street that supposedly is the border. The Security SUV entered the parking lot of the building of the Commission across the street and then left. However i left too and i could finally talk to her as she got out. She had to climb about 100 ft to the place i was cause i did not want to take a chance. Last time i talked to those guys they said i would be arrested if i come again on their property.

Question. Why there are not signs showing that your are on a private property, gates of fences? Is 4th street a public or a private road? How can i find out?

3:02 Ok i found something. I don't believe 4th St. is included in any of the properties. It is a bunch of properties belonging to the Confederation but i don't believe it is even a reservation. Unless the whole Lincoln City is.

But they don't need to be a reservation. Anywhere they act, the tribes are not taxed. Further research. What is the legal definition of a tribe, and how many members are left in Lincoln City and surrounding areas.

4:38 When the came today to empty the bins mold and bacteria from bins spread into the leaves. Because the leaves, in some areas up to 18 inches deep or tall or whatever are wet under. Some have tiny bubbles of bacterial growth.

That's why i found myself out of breath especially after Angela went to Walmart. Cause our digestive enzymes combined spread with opening of the esophagus/stomach or lower esophageal sphincter (the so called hiatal hernia) fight better the spores in the air.

Here came this matured tall guy with a goatee and two dogs (after children yelling like possessed by a mischievous kami) and chose to stop to get a better view of me from behind exactly when i was about to bend to fill a laundry basket. That would be basis for a later retaliation bending over which synced with some other stuff like noises, will make me sick for a half day.

6:33 Yeah i'm almost done with the leaves. I almost filled a whole bin. Yes the bin that sits on top of bags with old garbage, in a position where not many people throw their garbage on (it never gets filled, not even half of it). But the leaves are very loose, if enough people throw garbage over they will give in and pack. No evil done. BTW the person who used to throw blue doggy bags next to the bin now turned to pink.

John 14:6 "I am the truth" vs IN VINO VERITAS. Can a sinner tell the truth, on occasions? Do you have to be a martyr to give a good advise?

In Shintoism and Hinduism "there are no absolutes" like good and evil, each kami or devi is a mixture of them just like humans. Kali (the demon god, the fierce mother, the fury of Durga, the feminine counterpart of Shiva) kills (destroys) all evil doers etc. She was born enraged and even rebelled against her husband, Shiva.

8:10 PM. 817 DEU is the LPN of a GM black SUV that was parked next to the bin tonight. I saw that before but  never made the link. I longtime suspected the old man who dresses like a clown or homeless (suggesting modesty) is some religious figure from Romania.

After i caught my breath and wrote a bit in here i went to finish. They were two big piles that i squeezed in three laundry baskets and i grabbed a round piece of wood the size of a basketball bat to make more room in the bin.

A very thick smoke and the woman at 4 talks again in the balcony.

While i was trying to pack the leaves with the big stick a blond guy who lives with the old man came and threw provocatively from a distance 3 improvised doggy bags and one of them almost landed on my head, one next to the bin, saying something and then he left. BTW some people threw a few bags and now the bin smells like dog poop.

So bad it got into my clothes together in the parking lot.

All these happened after picking leaves for 2 hours with no one around and then spending one hour inside. Which means they were all celebrating their holiday which now i'm sure they believe in and had to call them over. Sorry guys for disrupting.

8:22 Here is a typical example of bending over. In an empty parking lot during a holiday, this woman stopped at a stop sign, got out of the car in a place she was not supposed to, even though there was no traffic, went on the right side and did something for at least a minutes so i had the time and opportunity.

From that distance it is also less offensive to viewers. The stress was provided within a minute by a cop who was patrolling the area, stopping at every shop. Yeah i was at the Mud Bay next to Michaels.

9:18 Mi-am zis eu mie însumi. Cu prima ocazie când gătesc orez fac o poză. Cel mai simplu lucru de gătit. 2 căni și jumătate apă, una cu vârf orez. După ce fierbe apa, pun orezul, amestec o singură dată, dau la foarte mic, pun capacul și urmăresc să bolborosească nu prea tare după care pun timer-ul la 12 minute când opresc aragazul și îl mai las să stea să tragă toată apa dacă mai are.

Se poate adăuga și lapte, zahăr, la sfârșit, când e fiert.

Total timp de lucru, 5 minute, timp total, 20. Da știu capacul e de la altceva, puțin mai mare, are mânerul rupt dar așa cu ele cum le vedeți am făcut eu mult orez.

10:38 I knew the smoke outside does not come from a wildfire, by the smell. It took many hours for the smoke to get here, 13 miles away in the wind's direction.

August 24

7:00 Today will probably be the last day of construction here. Last Monday they came and removed the old windows which are not  yet sealed from the inside. The smell of litter dust from the wall is prevailing here. I can imagine what's inside the wall if the sawdust smells so bad it contaminated me after i dusted the rear side of the building yesterday.

So i'm sick and nauseated. After four hours of sleep i took Angela at work so i can keep the car, get inside or go in the park if i can't bear it no more.

Took some charcoal, watched some videos, ate something, waiting to fall asleep. And then i saw something in a video and couldn't stop but post it. You judge for yourselves what you see.Then i fell asleep and thought i heard a noise like someone knocking at the door. I went to see, they were two guys and i asked them if they were going to enter today inside and they said no, maybe next week, they are working now at the next building, and then i wrote an email to the office to ask when are they going to get inside and when are they going to finish the project. 9:17 Last night i tried to escape the last hours of dust and noise and i convinced Angela to go to Spirit Mountain. She had a 10 dollar food coupon and went to the 10 barrel bar to order some burgers.

She made the order on her name and she left. As this not so tall body builder went to the bar to pick something, the attendant called her name and he was in front of me at the bar and i was extremely irritated (pain all over my skin) because of the dust, but know i recon, the biggest problem is not the walls cause i sealed the windows with tape pretty well, the biggest problem is the pile of garbage that keeps growing for 10 days outside door. I also craved real coffee and had some and i started yelling at the guy, Are you Angelica, and he looked prepared, he said no, you are Angelica and i told him You look like Angelica. He could have probably taken me with one finger, but he chose to leave me alone.

One hour later, Angela was playing one dollar hands at the High Limit area (smaller area, fewer cameras with easier to asses angles) when a group of men, all looking athletes, started to make a big noise and yell, and one of them put his butt on Angela's face at which point i grabbed the phone and took a picture, as he was straightening his bowed position. Then i started to record the yelling guys and uploaded a few recordings and they left soon after. I recognized one of them as...

10:07 I think one of the guys i spoke with this morning when i opened the door looked like... Not sure cause i'm half asleep. But definitely saw him through the window Monday when they had some sort of meeting and he was acting like the supervisor or owner of the company. A compressor for powering tools constantly vibrates the building, bringing dust by the windows that i sealed with packaging tape that leak in places.

BTW, if they asked me i'd say it's not bad they replace the moldy aluminum windows, but the biggest problem with the building is the basement.

I remembered about 5 years ago they did the roofing in the whole complex, it's been a continuous nail beating sound, with thousands of nails (about one nail per second on average) for each roof for almost one year. Before that, they fixed the pavement, another couple of months of misery. After roof it's been the siding @ May 2019.

2:18 I ran to Best Buy to buy a sim card for my phone. Many people simulating getting in front of me, the guy with the blower in the parking lot. On my way back i had to stop behind a guy who stopped too early at a stop sign (incoming traffic not close enough, last stop before intersection and was saying now "incoming traffic has no stop", really weird, car coming from North). Then he moved when he shouldn't (traffic still coming) while a big white SUV Discovery from the right came to 1 ft distance, where the driver could not control (see) the distance no more. I got back thinking to take a picture, but she backed up at once at the line of the intersection and at once extended her head through the window, making it impossible to take the picture. She also didn't have a front LPN. The rear LPN showed something like MNH (My New Ache). I hurried to write this because last time when something similar happened the cops came at my door "to make sure i will not retaliate to the poor guy" who was also present at my door dressed as a cop. Yesterday in the intersection following stop sign a cop was watching with serenity as a gray KIA almost ran me over as i was crossing on green.

From 20 ft away where she moved back she looked like Ariana Grande, thought with short, curly ash blond hair.

When i got back here two guys were blowing the dust in the parking lot all the way to the sky, somehow the dust made it here (under the door i guess) and made me sneeze. By writing this i know i will supersede myself the information i put when complaining about 10 days of dust in the apartment, this is how they work, they usually blow dust in this location about one hour later. I didn't catch the image at the peak of the dust though.

4:13 It was nothing like yesterday. Didn't need the car to run away since they haven't worked at this building at all. After they finished at the next side facing ours, almost same amounts of windows in less than half the time they did here (they had a bigger team i guess), they moved on the other side of the next building, made less noise, less dust and i fell asleep and slept several hours. But what did i witness when i went to pick Angela? I parked, like yesterday, on the other side of the alley where she usually parks and Angela (who slept 4 hours, worked ten) was coming towards me in the middle of the alley, without looking behind just being happy she gets home and i watched with terror when one of the two "Chinese women" (Fang) almost ran her over with her big SUV (small Chinese woman, big SUV, can't see near or in front maybe up to 20 ft) (again, superseding the information above, missing her by inches).

Then we went to her garden only to find there a woman who left looking embarrassed, with a bag with something in it. When Angela looked, several pounds of tomatoes were missing. She talked to Angela the other day, saying she comes there to relax, not having a lot of her own. The good news is the kitchen compost in the piled bags has fermented, is not stinking anymore while there are still left a few weeks of "crops". (Yeah i know phone camera was on manual, WB is screwed).

There is another expression for this type of information superseding: If you complain, i'll bully you some more.

5:45 After about one hour of the AC working, the room filled with dust. A mixture of siding dust falling from the balcony above that has been swept but probably like mine, with finest dust remaining, and the one from the blowing of the parking lot (Wednesday blowing, picture above).
I went and tried to hose the AC, the concrete patio, screen, etc.. Some guy from BZ came to throw away garbage. I mean, literally throwing boards on top of other, raising more dust. He had a mask completely covering his face at 90+ degrees. Three Japanese teens as tall as me passed, slowly. But then i realized i need to hose the balcony upstairs as well. However when he went to vacation, like never before, he left a pair of shoes which i tried as much as i could to avoid. (BTW today i remembered he had a pair of miniature boxing gloves attached to the central mirror). Dust and bigger chunks of debris fell so i had to do mine one more time. Trouble with these small window ACs is the inner (cold) area communicates with the outer through the water collecting pan which is not always full. While i was hosing the balcony a guy with glasses was fixing a bicycle tire while i was virtually hosing him (he was in that direction but too far away). Guess the symbolism?

When i was about to finish i realized they didn't fix that piece of siding everything started with (though i'm not sure cause SAGE inspected the buildings before that). It looks like the other siding under is wet, needs to dry. All i want to say is when i discovered it two years ago i didn't have the  hose, it was not my doing.

Colectiv 2015

In a month or so there will be 3 years since the disaster in the Collective Club in București (pronounced Boocooresht, meaning joyful in Romanian) during the night of Halloween 2015. According to media, 64 people died, many more wounded due to a fire that spread rapidly during a free concert by the metal band "Goodbye to Gravity". The name of the lead guitarist, Vlad Țelea. Pretty close to Vlad Țepeș. (4 of the members of the band supposedly died).

First the coincidence of the date with the referendum scheduled for October 7 called in Romania by the organizers "Referendum for family". On a new law voted in 2013 the approval rate for a referendum was lowered to 12.5%. However this one will pass with much more cause Romanians are religious and the Church is involved. Worries are about future referenda with the same approval rate but much lower participation. Like only of one minority and Romanian citizens in the neighboring Hungary with right to vote. (Nevermind the signatures required for the initiative where on improvised forms with no date are more than 2 years old and there is no law on how the signatures need to be verified and nobody knows who did it.)

Never got to look close and without emotions at the all bare facts surrounding the event.

Weeks before the event i discovered something that at that time i liked because of the quality of voices and performance. Another version of a song by supposed Russian-Jewish Turetski choir. However i'm not sure anymore the're Russians. A bit Jews maybe.

There are visual and non-visual elements in this video that where later present in that fire and the events after. At the Collective the fire started with fireworks first setting on fire soundproofing foam insulation on the columns next to stage.

The bass vocalist in the video above looked a lot like then Prime Minister Victor Ponta. Nowadays i found that both look like the very popular Hungarian singer Akos Kocvacs. No wonder he's popular. He's got a great voice. I just saw some videos and listened and in some song his voice goes high and low enough to make me believe he's got the same vocal range.

Romanian Prime Minister Victor Ponta that week went in Mexico at the invitation of the President there for a minor conference. In the middle of controversies, like always in Romania in the last 30 years or since 89 anticommunist revolution, he said before he left. "I don't wanna step over bodies." (If he knew what was going to happen how come he didn't remained and try to prevent it).

Now i realize there could have been a coincidence between me posting that video either on fb or g+ (can't find it, i have several thousands posts on both) and him being pushed to resign at the time before the fire.

For me it was the week of 4 Steves. That Tuesday afternoon i was at Lucky Autobody owned by a Korean guy named Steve. Steve that day was drunk and was handling a shotgun by the (local) brand Leupold and Stevens. I was high from the smoke at the apartment but also in the parking lot there while trying to fix my truck (leaking intake gasket). A couple of F15s flew over. Juan the mechanic just came from Mexico. He had a red eye and also was busy because of the days off he took to go to Mexico. All the guys in the shop where around Steve arguing and trying to convince him of something.

That evening or the next days i heard on the news at the same time i was in that shop Steve Preston and other guy died in an explosion inside a tank owned by him he was renting for a film making. I knew about him cause i got towed once by one of his trucks and it had an army star on it and i asked the driver why and he said his owner is a fan of everything army. (Who uses live ammo in a private tank during a film making?).

So i searched another mechanic by asking quotes on the phone and went to Meineke accros the Four Square Church and the Masonic Temple in Tigard. There, another guy named Steve who was looking like an older celebrity, back then i could not identify them, i was in smoke all the time. Several days later, on Halloween eve in the morning, around the time the disaster happened (10 hours difference) i was in the Baxter store next to Texas Style Barbecue on 99 trying to buy some parts for the guys at Meineke (i think i replaced all the bolts for the intake with double threaded screws like those for exhaust and had a helicoil installed in a stripped thread etc. while the old gasket was found twisted and leaking) and a cop was telling the salespeople in the store a story about getting many phone calls from people asking to help someone but he can't because the victim is friend with his aggressor or something. I think those days i repeated a lot the words "burning reach" and "burning lean" while in conversations with mechanics. After they put the truck together it was still burning reach (too much gasoline in the mixture air/gas, too low mileage, too hot exhaust and catalytic also heating transmission and ruining clutches and catalytic converters, and also bad emissions) and later i found a missing gasket on the throttle body and another vacuum leak. Soon after i got mileages like 27 mpg, which did not happened at that truck even when it was new, then it dropped somewhere around 22. Could never make it that way again. Nowadays the last of the three cheap, aftermarket catalysts i installed is gone and i got bad emissions again (always had with that Ess 10, always for reasons).

Probably around May of 2016, after i bought a Chinese made basic Gibson guitar i saw online one of the victims of the fire that was making the news trying to play a guitar with no fingers by the time i bought my guitar from... Fry's in Wilsonville.

At the time the picture seemed photoshopped to me. Today i looked for more pictures and i found one done in 2017 that shows her right hand at the shoulder in a much worse shape. Don't know, i'm not a doctor but doesn't seem right.

Ever since i saw the first picture, others, i started to doubt that everything even happened they way they said. Or if it happened at all.

Next prime minister was a so called independent or technician. Today i realized his face was deliberately arranged to look like he was maybe... burnt?

His name, Cioloș, (unheard of before) supposedly was a Romanian euro-parliamentary or something at Brussels, specialist in agriculture) pronounced Cholosh , reminds of the Russian word человек, pronounced Cholovek, which means men. I identified him later as being the Hungarian actor György Cserhalmi with a bit of makeup or photoshop. At that time i already wrote a post about resemblances of Romanian and other politicians with actors in a post in december 2014, but had no idea of the dimension of the fact or they were all Hungarians, but his face, typical Hungarian for the first time rose to me that suspicion (To me that face certainly could not have been Romanian).

Was the whole episode Colectiv a (successful) attempt for brainwashing everybody who saw the post and take Ponta out of the public eye in the same time? It worked for me anyways cause i gave up saying Ponta looked like that bass vocalist, Evgeny Kulmis. Until last few days when i discovered the resemblance with Akos Kovacs as well.

BTW When French Minister Nicolas Hulot quit recently and i saw his face in the news i realized he looked like that of György Cserhalmi as well. With a different makeup of course.

In Romania a criminal lawsuit is usually combined or completed with so call civil parts. I this case there are hundreds of civil co-complainants that need to be all present at the terms of the lawsuit that started in March 21 2017 after one year and a half of investigation by prosecutors. Only the procedure of verification of their presence lasts up to an hour. If one is missing the session is rescheduled.

After many delays due to rescheduling, the judge in charge with the suite (no jurors in Romania) has retired as of August 31 this year and media says the suit will probably be re-started from scratch. Talking about 64 dead,  many more wounded and a country which is EU member.

Will continue, enough for tonight and the whole week.

September 25

4:12 The real reason i left tonight was Angela opened the bedroom's window (can't convince her not to) and i woke up in dust around 7 PM. After driving two hours and having a few drinks i was still feeling pain at Indian Head. In fact i felt it even when i got back.

I went to dust the wall around that AC where i didn't dare in the past cause there's always someone there guarding it, the window with the AC is open as the patio sliding doors, (i know it doesn't make much sense with the AC running, last winter they had a fan in that window running all the time, at times even with the window closed and one day i felt the wall next to our bedroom hot which prompted me to buy that infrared camera for the phone) and two dogs started to bark one upstairs and one downstairs though i wasn't making any noise, moving that soft brush up and down the wall, and there was a guy on the patio (like most of the times) thin, older, sitting there on a chair in the dark (not smoking this time so i won't see the cigarette or feel the smoke) and started to ask me what i'm doing, i said i'm dusting the building and he said thank you and that was when i went off and told him i'm not doing it for him but for myself and in the end he said this was not my apartment, "it's their apartment" and he will go and talk to the management.

I just went to dust the wall around that AC where i didn't dare in the past cause there's always someone there guarding it, the window with the AC is open as the patio sliding doors, i know it doesn't make much sense with the AC running, last winter they had a fan in that window running all the time, at times even with the window closed and one day i felt the wall next to our bedroom hot which prompted me to buy that infrared camera for the phone though the wall went back cold in the same day right after i wrote here) and two dogs started to bark though i wasn't making any noise, moving that soft brush up and down the wall, and there was a guy on the patio (like most of the times) thin, older, sitting there on a chair in the dark (not smoking this time so i won't see the cigarette or feel the smoke) and started to ask me what i'm doing, i said i'm dusting the building and he said thank you and that was when i went off and told him i'm not doing it for him but for myself and in the end he said this was not my apartment, "it's their apartment" and he will go and talk to the management.

Could not see his face because it was dark and i asked him if he was waiting for me and he said no, but i'm sure he was cause i said earlier aloud that i wanted to do it. Now i have to go and take a shower because i got dust all over me and it stings.

Now after this contact for some reason i started to have the feeling that these guys are actually watching us all the time, and some of them, maybe the old woman that could be his mother who snores day and night could be speaking Romanian and understand in real time what we're saying (with the help of some amplifier or even an enhanced hearing aid). There are also at least two younger guys who show from time to time but they might be changing, that they're not the same all the time.

By looking at this image right now i cannot understand  the configuration of that AC, but it could be it is installed in a way just to blow dust.

5:11 But when i got the camera (which i returned to Amazon for reason the thermal image was a bit off respect to normal image) i saw other things. One was none of the apartments upstairs in the building was heated. The windows and especially the big glass sliding doors showed lots of heat loss because of loss of insulating gas in between being 40+ years old, probably doubling the electricity bill which could be the reason they're doing the windows right now, right now meaning it will take them more than six months, in the rhythm they are working. (I can confirm the newer windows are much better insulators because they keep a much lower temperature inside then before even in hottest days. The wall at apartment 1 where the guy with the van with the barrels lives this time was much hotter than it should have been).

He confirmed the apartment upstairs wasn't heated, when i went upstairs and talked to "him", after he knocked at my door to ask me about the leaking of "his" motorcycle, again raising our bill. But by the thermal image none of them upstairs were, which to my knowledge were inhabited, by "the same people", for years, which confirms my suspicion they are all inhabited by the same person who changes costumes, hairdos and sexes, the female ninja that goes by the name Frankie Adams. One of the buildings next to ours (caught in two separate images cause it's very long) was showing a very low occupancy rate which i suspect is the same for all buildings here, though the parking lot is always full. (Probably like all apartments in all Portland area, after they raised the prices to unprecedented levels no one can afford them).

Could it be they didn't clean the building and surrounding ones after installing the windows unlike the buildings A, B and C which were cleaned and are further away, leaving all that junk in between, because i published those thermal images, 2 or 3 months before they started to replace windows? The painful dust? Retaliation?

8:16 After sleeping a few hours, i had a revelation. After the emperor of Japan Na(ru_hit)to, son of Hiro-hito leading the team who unnecessarily gutted these buildings, making tons of dust and leaving them dirty whom i saw though in broad daylight, who else could have been in the dark here last night at 4 AM guarding the emperor's dust?

The snoring old woman? The two younger guys? Try to imagine her without makeup, acting confused and tell me if you recognized her. Reason? No hero cop would dare intervene with Secret Service deployed nearby. If i made a wrong move, as mad as i was last night, i would have been arrested or killed.

8:50 Distanța dintre stâlpi este 30 metri iar timpul e pe video. 80 metri în 4 secunde. 20 m/s este 72 km/h. Se vede însă clar că "șoferul" care de fapt era remote, a forțat volanul în virajul acela nu prea strâns ca să intre în derapaj. Cred că are legătură cu video-ul pe care l-am postat despre fabricarea motoarelor BMW. Dacă aceasta este o înscenare (cascadorie de film) și cred că este, vă puteți imagina cine controlează Clujul, Bucureștiul, România și cât de terminali suntem. Tipul ăsta a stat tot timpul cu fața în jos, cât a trecut mașina lui google cu mulți ochi, oare de ce?

Mă gândeam. Au construit Casa Poporului ca pe o fortăreață imensă, care se poate apăra de furia mulțimii cu câțiva oameni cu tulumbe sau la nevoie, ceva mitraliere în timp ce ei se evacuează pe un tunel care duce la Budapesta. Însă nu e nevoie de așa ceva. Tot ce trebuie să faceți este să deschideți ochii și să recunoașteți iluzia în care ne-am născut, am trăit și ei vor dispare ca iepurele unui iluzionist, la loc în joben, iar la urmă și jobenul și iluzionistul. Pentru că ei sunt atât de puțini.

10:51 I ate something, the walk upstairs started and now (s)he's trying to start the motorcycle. To vibrate the building a little too.

11:06 Din când în când apar știri cu titlu sperietoare care-i face pe români să se gândească de două ori când vor să cumpere unele alimente esențiale cum e peștele. În afară de antitoxină, care iată, nu se găsește în România (ar fi nevoie doar de câteva doze, pentru că sunt foarte rare aceste cazuri, dacă sunt, fiindcă bănuiesc că nu au nici teste), dar există tratamente ca de exemplu banalul cărbune medicinal, și nu neapărat injectat în soluție intraperitonial ci luat chiar oral (mai bine decât lăsat așa să moară). După 24 de ore de post de exemplu, nu mai există nimic viu în intestin, dar dacă persoana se poate hrăni și intestinul deci nu e complet paralizat încă, dați-i domle niște cărbune. Combinația de suc de grapefruit și unt de migdale. Grapefruit are un inhibitor de enzimă ce nu permite dezvoltarea bacteriilor în intestin iar migdalele ucid bacteriile din intestin.

3:05 She came back about an hour ago and i started to feel the pain again and woke up. I'm eating which means she's squeaking.

4:22 Very little is published on the web about human electric charge but i know one thing. Dust is positively charged and i feel relief from pain when i walk and rub my feet against the carpet, which charges me positively also. So probably the conclusion is i'm more negatively charged or positively but closer to neutral, probably more than Angela, and that is  the reason i get the painful charged dust and she doesn't. Could there be a gender difference? Could it be because i sleep on a metal sofa and the floor under is wet? (She just started a load of laundry, after about two weeks). The vapor from the drier leaking in the basement will wet the floor under the couch, bringing the potential to near zero. I remember now what Dan Costan was saying sarcastically 27 years ago. "Think positive!"

10:42 Was out of soluble so Angela bought from WinCo some Folgers soluble, could not find the usual brands so we didn't know the taste, but i remember i once bought Folgers and there was not much difference from others. Made some and put in the thermos and we both had a sip in the parking lot at Ilani before entering, and i think it tasted like marijuana, then went to restroom.

But when we entered. For some unknown rationale, at Ilani after 8 they ask you for an ID when i get inside. We got in line while a group of Japanese trying to look and act Chinese went right in front of us. But my guess is this is the reason. Every time we got there we got to stay in line next to celebrities.

Everybody inside the casino looked mad tonight. There was this smiling blond guy that had a black T-shirt saying "Shut up and run" with white letters right in my face right after i uploaded a recording. Inside i was scratching an itch in my elbow pit where i got bitten by something, twice. Both Smash Burgers and Jet Li were closed at 9 so we bought some tacos from our coupons (player's card). When we got out searching for the car a Tribal Police truck was going in the parking lot slowly by our side matching speed so we switched lanes. About 100 huge SUVs with huge headlights passed me both on the right and left when i was driving speed limit +10. When we got home the whole building was smelling the the same as the coffee. Found the familiar mole hole at the corner of the building and after pouring some borax and covering within 10 minutes  the smell dissipated. Under the sink it smells like a dead animal. The fiberboard on bottom that is made with dust saw and animal glue (collagen) from hides and hoofs from slaughterhouses, got contaminated from a leak past week with water from doing dishes and now it smells like a dead animal. Could this be the reason i lost collagen everywhere (had this thick scar from surgery on my left elbow since i was a kid and now it melted) and not i got to eat bone broth because there will always be tiny leaks in there and that thing trains the type of bacteria that eats collagen (new idea!). If i put chlorine (bleach 6%) in a jar and close the doors, is ok for a while, but will never dry.

Right before the merge with 84 there is still a bumper on the narrow left shoulder, since last week. Right before i passed it i got distracted by a fast moving motorcycle. Several other debris, including a garbage bin after the bridge. The person two cars before me was going slow on the bridge and i got passed on those narrow lanes by a series of huge SUVs. Both trips back and forth are getting more and more difficult every time i go because there are many people that are out to get me. I wasn't afraid until last August when they hit me from behind and now there are many people driving very close behind me, besides those who pass me on both sides at high speed.

12:33 No matter how much i search i can't find a direct reference to building fiberboard in the past with animal adhesives though it was done on a massive scale. Because raw materials were cheap. Internet does not remember it. All i could find during modern times was this and this. Ironically they are advertised as non-toxic alternatives to formaldehyde. But they are not immune to bacteria when they get wet or even only moist and that bacteria will jump on you and eat you alive (slowly).