January 15

12:51 I just finished watching browsing, can't stand some of the melodramatic longer scenes, a few episodes of sci-fi series Pandora, first aired December 2020. Yes with Priscilla Ann Quintana in the role of Jax, Jacqueline, "Pandora". It's about how the last Pandora, the one who believes in the future of this Universe and tries to save it from destruction by the Ancients.

1:50  The reason i stopped watching was got my nose congested by some sort of pungent air born mold that was coming from outside. I think what happened is wind breeze shifted and i went and picked that empty soda can in front of one of the patios here in the building.

9:33 Was doing dishes using blue nitrile gloves (my hands dry a lot after i soak them in water for a long time) after i soaked using the same gloves the always wet in the winter aluminum windows' frames with borax (don't really know if it's going to stick there), second most powerful antifungal after chlorine (borax is not toxic to humans, it is used to preserve caviar). Don't use dishwasher anymore since i last cleaned it. That thing will get contaminated after one use only. I had my main door open to air the room when somebody came at the door. A USPS guy looking like dr. Fauci? (only saw his face with my peripheral view, was embarrassed of wearing gloves full of grease) gave me my new phone, a Moto e7i Power and then asked for my name. Didn't have a mask on. Last time i looked on Amazon yesterday and there was no estimate delivery date for the phone just the range, 14-19. First i thought it was a part for my car i bought from ebay that comes with "free fast DHL" from Korea, estimated 19, Amazon puts stuff usually in the locker next to office. Curiously enough, got the same type of phone i ordered from newegg about a week ago and they did put it in the Amazon locker. Got me thinking. Should i now open this Pandora's box?

BTW i wasn't wearing a mask. Got so mad i ruined my omelet. Was thinking. It is not the first time when i brush with this clown. Last summer at Liquor store in Tualatin (yes, Oregon is one of the few states that sells liquor in separate stores, owned by "state accredited operators") he was acting as a sales person, wouldn't handle my bottle (after i touched it and took it to the register) after i briefly removed my mask he gave me (i forgot mine in the car) to leak my fingers cause i could not remove my card with my dry hands from my wallet.

Something i never wrote since yesterday. I came from my walk, relaxing, getting drunk, i put some videos with Sade trying to refresh the times and places i met with Anca Parghel. First in a camp for kids, Bucșoaia, not far from Câmpulung, for a few minutes only. She was one year older than me, but taller which i could not stand. I think she said she was attending the music school in Suceava. At the sea side at the end of HS in Mamaia in 1979. I was in the last days of my stay in a tent there, had no money, not even for cigarettes.

That summer i first worked, then a couple of school mates and neighbors came to me and asked me to go with them in a trip by train around the country  (one cheap long distance "loop" ticket). After i nearly drowned at Sulina, swam too far in the sea and had a cramp at one my legs, we went in a camp with tents in Mamaia. Here she came and told me in English she was Arab from Iraq, and had a brother at Tehnoton, she had a sports coat over her white flax dress saying Tehnoton on it, never knew there was an arab guy at my HS, or maybe i heard, vaguely from Caleap (the nick name of my classmate that looked like Freddy Mercury), i think she gave me a cigarette and said and she would give me money to take her to a restaurant which at first shocked me (was a very very naive and shy kid). She had a wallet full of hundreds, expensive cigarettes. After much hesitations of my part, we went to a restaurant and after drinking a few glasses of wine, she swept the table with her hand, then we danced and she kept falling on the floor. We walked, drunk, all night in Mamaia from one end to the other, while she was yelling all the time "I don't like Nicolae Ceaușescu!", especially when a street cop was nearby and i felt like i wanted the ground to open for me to fall in and hide. For some reason i don't understand to this day, she was shaking every time i kissed her. At dawn we found ourselves sitting in the sand next to the camp where my tent was and she left, after she wrote my address in a card (Yeah, since i first heart Norah Jones song i thought it was about that). Third time. In the bar at Lucky Eagle on New Year's eve, two or three years ago, her, the bartender, me, the only customer. None of those times i knew who she was.

In those moments i started to hear a big commotion outside. First, wasn't paying much attention, in my drunk daydreaming youtube party while Angela was sleeping. However it got louder and louder, like thundering (comparable if not louder than the 20 ton garbage trucks shaking the bins on Thursdays) and started to feel dust in my eyes and throat. A guy with a big truck and heavy trailer was driving around the complex, making a very big loud noise every time he was hitting one of the numerous speed bumps and shaking the buildings. He went like that until it got me mad, more than 20 minutes i guess until Angela woke up and asked what's happening. I was thinking to go outside to confront him, call the Police, whatever. In the end he stopped, i put back the wet towels on top of filters, mopped the floor, but the harm was already done. In the next hours, whole body inflammation set in. First i was nauseated then i started to eat like crazy, to calm my stomach. I tried to open Pandora on Amazon but after a few seconds i remembered the unusually body shaped young woman walking and jogging next to me on the street just before i came home and spent the rest of the evening until 2:30 doing searches, with some success. I woke up this morning after 5 and a half hours of sleep, groggy with pains everywhere, while Angela is at work (happy to make some extra money). And then, "dr.Fauci" at my door. Isn't this already enough for one guy's beginning of the weekend?

5:56 There are two ways that i know of to return to Amazon. One, with code, no box, no label, at the UPS store in Lake Oswego, one mile or one freeway exit away. The other with box and printed label (actually i had to attach three of them) at the Whole Foods Market Amazon Hub in Lake Oswego some 6 miles away on a narrow winding road and inconfortable road through the hills (Main label is minimalist, with Whole Market address and a code). And that because i was inspired enough to use google maps. The other way that i knew, I5, Kruse way, Country Rd and downtown LO is probably more than twice the distance. However, had to pass through McVey Ave. Me spelling in my mind. McVey, McVey, McVey while returning a phone that has a warning label about the half charged lithium battery inside.

Don't know the exact criteria, but these are the options you're given. Could be the price. The more expensive items you return with box and label at the Whole Foods. I only returned once there, the new tires i didn't needed no more, the day after the accident. The tires came without a box, and i put the label on top of the old label, in there, they found a box for me, but it was a favor. This time it was the Moto e6. Because after, i found an e7, cheaper, newer and better, first on newegg and then also on Amazon. Big difference in latency. BTW, not all searches are obvious on Amazon. I did google searches after i searched on Amazon and didn't find items and found them at... Amazon. This time, i searched for the exact type, letter by letter and found it after i knew of it.

Nobody was asking for receipts, i didn't ask for one, they didn't offer, i came back home and checked the status of the return on Amazon and was unchanged (no return initiated). Tried chatting with the reps at Amazon, they were clueless, without even looking at the order and return, had to give them the detail i was returning to an Amazon hub. They said i should have asked for a receipt, so i rushed back there and asked for one. There they said they "could not print one there", should look in the email. I bought on Angela's account, didn't have her email on my phone. Went back home, found the email. If i looked, i would have spared one trip. Or if the Amazon guys told me to look.

BTW, just went outside, the space between buildings is flooded with smoke, could not find an obvious source, but noticed one thing, one more time out of 1000. When there's much smoke outside, and i go like a crazy and step on soft areas of the soil, nobody else is outside. Though the next building is all lit up, can't see no one moving, like they usually so do when i go outside. Not even the retired police dog at second floor which use to watch me from above and sometimes barking at me. Nobody passing. Not even modified exhaust cars. Just an airliner flying very low, kinda quiet. I guess they protect their own.

8:53/6:53 Postarea aceasta și efortul de a o realiza sunt dedicate tuturor celor care și-a pierdut locul de muncă în România, familiilor lor, din cauza acestor shinobi.

12:57/10:57 Closed captions. Un nume ciudat pentru ceva foarte practic. Toate televizoarele americane, chiar și cele mai ieftine aveau această setare, chiar de acum 26 de ani când am venit în SUA. Dacă le activezi, îți apare în partea de jos a ecranului, pe o bandă, textul rostit în scris. Tot în engleză, dar scris. Pentru cei care nu aud. Este mult mult mai ușor să înțelegi un film, dacă ai făcut ceva engleză la școală decât dacă numai auzi. Și pentru faptul că majoritatea toți actorii de pe ecran nu sunt de fapt vorbitori de limbă engleză. Sunt unguri, cu identități engleze, americane, etc., învață și ei fonetic frazele pe care le rostesc, dar nu sună natural, deși uneori se străduiesc să imite chiar accentele locale, în afară de puține cazuri, mai mult cântăreți, când sunt japonezi. Deci căutați această opțiune și activați-o, dacă nu înțelegeți filmele.

2:16 The smoke in the space between buildings yesterday had an animal dung component. I can feel the effects (smell) now.

Scientology and Me

Intro

Was never too serious about the subject. Because i know Scientology is just a layer of the floating top of the pyramid. There are others above, like Dominicans, ninja, Buddhists. Horizontally could be at the same level as freemasons.

Same origin, same countries. Tom Cruise is not officially the leader of the church, he is the most known high rank member. Here is the site of the Hungarian poet Béla Kasza i believe it's him (initially pictures look low res, but if you click on them you will see some in full HD). Born in 62, he is not only good looking and sometimes doing his own stunts. He is a man of action. On 5:33 PM May 20 (picture date), mimicking a drunk Mexican caught in a road rage incident, he tried to kill me. When i called the Police, an operatic female voice asked me was if i was on a private property. Apparently they declined jurisdiction because of being on an reservation.

Time line

1974 was the year i started HS in Iași. Following grade school in Câmpulung (Suceava county, suci meaning needle or pine needle in Sanskrit), where apparently all kids where about 2 years younger than me, on the model of Palatine Class, my hole HS class, B, including teachers, where celebrities. I described this in detail on this blog post. Architect of all that happen in Câmpulung, later, until his death was Emil Bodnăraș. He had a brother and a villa în Câmpulung, but also appeared as a poor miner neighbor across the street, Aurel Bedrule. Another big mark in my life was made by native Hungarian Károly Király (Kiraly meaning king in Hungarian, with Carol being father of Michael, son of Mary, like in Mary  Hill), mentioned by Pacepa in his book as being tortured by Ceaușescu. But this is just the intro.

Some of the teachers in grade school. School director, Theodor Darie, looked like Austrian actor Karlheinz Böhm, who lived across the school with of course his wife who looked of course like Romy Schneider, age adjusted. Others; 1-4 grade teacher, Claudia Cardinale. 5-8 grade tutor, math, Elisabeth Taylor, physics Laura Antonelli.

Some of my colleagues. Hungarian soprano Annamaria Kovacs, famous Romanian folk singer Mircea Baniciu, others.

Could not have started without all these, cause it was my chemistry teacher who told me i should go to HS in a different place than Câmplulung, who had a few decent HSs though. I wanted to go to Bucharest, my father went there with my application, in the train he met someone who told him there was a new HS in Iași with some electronics classes built or assigned to the new Tehnoton electronics factory (mostly radios at that time). So he went in Iași at Tehnoton High School instead which was much closer (4 hours by train) with my application.

In September 1975 my father took me to Iași, however too late, could not find a place in the dorm so he went to IPL (furniture factory) which was next to Tehnoton HS where he knew the Party Secretary who again looked like Bodnăraș, in a different attire than my neighbor, big office, suit, whatever. He arranged for me to live with a supervisor who lived in a room in a building for singles who worked there. (At that time most of the married people hired in factories in Romania where assigned an apartment in a condo).

The guy looked like a Japanese actor. I could never find a room in the dorm the next years so i lived in rooms subrented in condos alone or with mates, each trimester in a different one, so i had like 12 different addresses in HS in Iași, except for vacations where i went to Câmpulung, mostly working at the furniture factory across the street.

Timotei was the son of a Baptist preacher from Suceava (sit of the county where Câmpulung was).

Looking very poor, we became "friends" at the end of the first year i guess. Opera singer Dénes Gulyás was 6 years my senior. Older than me all my colleagues (i mean, the actors) in HS, the exact opposite from grade school. I lived a whole trimester in an empty apartment with him, at the end of 3rd year or 1977, the year when Grease movie was made. He was athletic, was going to karate classes (something very rare indeed in communist Romania), i believe that's where he got his moves in the movie, he could swim 25 meters under water without breathing, he also had an electric guitar which he didn't let me touch. We were all playing ping-pong like crazy, at school and outside wherever we found a table. Towards the end of the week he started to become more and more depressed, Sunday was missing, he said he was going to church whatever and he was coming back Sunday night, shining. I remember the whole 3 months period i was eating only beans. One jar of beans, one hot dog (cold) and one piece of bread every lunch, for 5 lei.

Liliana, we haven't spoke much. I remember one time i went to an Indian movie, Vandana something just out of curiosity and i met with her "by chance" outside the cinema near where she lived. She told me her father put some sort of timer on her TV and she could not turn it on (those days we were going at school in the afternoon, i guess), it crossed my mind, but then i said to myself, if her father is like that what if he catches me there. So i didn't say the words, i just passed. Olivia Newton John was 12 years my senior, though she looked like a 7 grader, just too fragile to touch.

One day i took one of my cameras (Soviet "Smena 8M") at school, (had a portable lab at "home"), with a flash attached and all the girls, including Ioana (Joan Jett of course, who was then just so shy) started to run, hide their faces and yell. "No pictures", said the tutor, soprano Marina Krilovici. However hours later, they came down and we all went in the courtyard and took group pictures. This one is taken by me.

John on the left, ONJ in the middle left to Jane Fonda (chemistry teacher) with the flowers.



to be continued of course

Mazăre, Constantin, Postelnicu

(Atenție pentru cei care traduc cu Google Translate. Am încercat chiar acum și deși majoritatea frazelor sunt traduse foarte bine, unele, în mod inexplicabil, comparativ cu celelalte, sunt complet greșite).

Voi scrie această postare progresiv, deci voi adăuga mereu ce îmi amintesc sau ce materiale mai găsesc. Am mai scris pe acestă temă pe fb sau g+ care s-a închis. Să încep cu o poză care eu cred că este a lui Nicușor Constantin (Constantin din Constanța). 2 Mai 2014. În acea perioadă el se afla într-adevăr în SUA. Poza este făcută din apartament printre jaluzele, tipul avea bărbiță, este greu de spus. În acea perioadă în apartamentul de dedesubt locuiau diverse persoane (sau numai se arătau), îmbrăcați aproximativ la fel, cu aceeași mașină încercând destul de rudimentar să pară aceeași persoană. În mod similar se întâmplă și aici cu apartamentul de deasupra.

Dar a mai fost un tip la 6 ianuarie același an, care a mers la scara vecină

La apartamentul 5 (lângă cel de dedesubt) era un tip care semăna cu "jurnalistul britanic" mort în Florida, Andrei Postelnicu. Andrei Postelnicu era din Constanța și era nepotul "profesorului" nostru de cineclub de la Casa Pionierilor din Câmpulung, Ferdinand Mikitovici. Numai că el la rândul lui semăna mult cu Roman Polanski (până aici e destul de simplu, să vedeți ce mai urmează).

Mai era la Școala Generală Nr.1 dar la altă clasă o învățătoare care semăna cu... Sharon Tate, fosta soție a lui Polanski care a fost declarată ucisă de extremiști de dreapta din SUA.

Nu știu dacă a fost el, dar în fiecare zi, pentru câteva ore bune se auzea pe deasupra un avion care mă înnebunea. Tot un Piper ca cel în care a zburat ultima dată în Florida. O tipă care poza în prietena lui care am identificat-o recent ca Samantha Fish, o cântâreață de blues.

În acel apartament am fost afumat ani de zile. La propriu, la scara vecină erau șemineuri la nivele mai de jos iar coșurile treceau prin pereți. Probabil unul din ele era spart și fumul intra în pereți și ajungea la noi. Pereții (partea de ghips s-au făcut maro). La un moment dat am acoperit niște găuri mari în debaraua de haine din dormitor și baie și a devenit mai suportabil. Când m-am mutat aici în Tualatin și am avut mașină de spălat în apartament (înainte spălam rufele acolo într-un apartament amenajat ca spălătorie, cu fise), am spălat totul de mai multe ori și timp de un an toate hainele încă au mirosit a fum. Fumul avea și o componentă care mă făcea high tot timpul. Dacă asta se poate numi tortură? Dar cred că se poate numi lejer tortură.

Apartamentele erau numerotate pe două scări, din stânga jos începea 1, 2 iar 3 și 4 erau la scara vecină, apoi iar 5, 6 la noi. La 1 nu stătea nimeni, la 2 un ninja, la 3 veneau tot felul de invitați, la 4 nu știu, la 5 o studentă dislexică iar după ea Postelnicu cu Samantha, la 9 la început a fost o tipă care semăna cu Lindsay Lohan iar după cu Kelly Clarkson. Fotografie din 1 August 2013.

Tipa de la 9, 6 iunie 2014

Aceeași? tipă de la 9, în 25 august 2013

Pe 25 Octombrie 2012 (Ziua fostului rege Mihai I) am avut tot așa (cum au fost ultimele încercări, începând din 10 mai anul acesta) un accident. În ziua aceea era mai mult fum ca în ultimii ani cât am stat acolo. Spre seară am mai băut și două pahare de vin (care totuși, datorită diurezei, îmi făcea bine, căci se mai eliminau chestiile din fum, cel mai probabil marijuana, cocaină sau amfetamină). Mi-a venit așa o idee și am pornit într-o plimbare cu camioneta de vreo 20 mile până în estul Portlandului, să văd dacă nu e cineva la biserică (Sfânta Maria, Stark St.). La a doua intersecție am oprit dar cam departe și am pornit din nou să văd mai bine cum vine traficul din stânga. Un tip într-o mașină Nissan Z, care sunt mașini foarte grele și puternice (imită Porsche-ele) cu un șasiu masiv cu bare profil curbate a pornit de pe loc și a intrat din spate în bara mea de protecție. Camioneta la fel, nu ca mașinile, are șasiu masiv din bare profil. M-a mutat un metru înainte deși aveam piciorul pe frână și mi-a cam scuturat gâtul și mandibula. Am avut ceva dureri 2 săptămâni dar nimic altceva. Imediat ca din senin a apărut și un martor care normal îi lua apărarea celuilalt. Mi-au sărit luminile de la număr și atât. Nu am chemat poliția fiindcă eram băut. Am fost la poliție câteva zile după, mi s-a dat un număr de caz și asta a fost. Tipul părea musulman asiatic. Cred că a vrut să mă împingă puțin înainte în intersecție ca să mă ia o mașină care venea cu viteză din stânga.

În același loc, în 14 februarie 2014 era să mai am un accident (bine, faze mai simple sunt practic în fiecare zi și de mai multe ori pe zi, cele mai multe ori opriri neașteptate ale traficului din față în timp ce pe trotuar apar tot felul de distrageri). Un Cadillac negru cu luminile din față modificate (mașini foarte grele, până la 2,3 tone), care abia se vedeau a venit din stânga. Tot așa eram high, de la fumul din pereți și mai aveam și camera mică în mâna dreaptă, nu mai știu de ce (pe atunci o AGFA de 14 MP și 70 de dolari, o cameră foarte interesantă, defuncta marcă germană AGFA, made in China bineînțeles dar foarte bună) și l-am urmărit și l-am prins la un semafor. 

Pe 9 noiembrie 2014 am scris o postare care se numește Tehnoton. Acea postare conține ideea că în liceu am fost înr-o clasă specială, în liceul Tehnoton din Iași, perioadă care s-a suprapus în mare cu prezența lui Iliescu la Iași. Acea postare conține ideea că am fost coleg cu multe persoane, foste staruri dar și staruri în devenire. Acea postare conține și unele greșeli, nu sunt toți identificați corect, precum și unele dubii la alții.

...va continua...
(dar probabil nu aș termina niciodată, au fost sute de faze care s-au întâmplat numai în perioada aceea, februarie 2010, septembrie 2015, din cauza timpului și fazelor zilnice curente pe care tot așa le selectez foarte mult).

Joan Jett and the Blackheart

Friday morning Jan-21-2018 @7 AM i went to Walmart on Dartmouth St. in Tigard (pronounced like the word tiger) to buy a few things like bottled water, frozen fish and chips, ice-cream, etc.. In there i thought i saw a woman who looked to me like a model, maybe South American or Islander. Exotic. Tall, brunette, looking in her thirties or forties. When i got home i went again over a video with many artists including Joan Jett i commented about very early that day. Basically what i said was i don't understand why is she included in a top ten of female guitarists since she doesn't do much on guitar except for a lot of noise. Yeah she's good looking and she sings (very loud) but when it comes to the instrument itself, i never saw her doing a solo. Compare to
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ywolhltzVA&feature=youtu.be&t=7m53s in the same video. What i realize now is it could have been a set up or that video was push to me by you-tube as a suggestion with a purpose as it happened so many times. Anyways can't remember how i started looking at and i don't care. But i did and she showed hours later at Walmart.

What i didn't know at that moment and actually until an hour ago when i decided to write about this again was this http://wincountry.com/news/articles/2018/jan/20/immigration-agents-arrest-kalamazoo-doctor/. It showed in the news on 20th, the day after i went at Walmart. Today, three days after it came back in the news. But it actually happened earlier last week. Before what i described above. Yes, it's big because it tries to bring in front something that's going or reportedly going on (but who knows if it's real) in the background. Deportations of illegals with even minor crimes in their records. Though it could be just a work of media to bring those up. Personally i believe mass deportations by the order of Trump are not happening. Never heard of Police ICE before this. Must be a Trump thing always related to colder times symbolism. Though last Saturday at the casino after the last buses with retirees left around 8 in the evening making room like usually for the locals mostly Latinos, i saw a totally different crowd, maybe part of Mexican or other Latino countries' aristocracies. Tall, nice Latino women stepping with strange, little steps and looking shy.

A "Pol-ish doctor arrested [again] for crimes he committed [and payed for] more than 20 years ago and ready to be deported. That is if he sees a judge". The news was about the day before but he was actually arrested sometime at the beginning of the last week or a week ago today. Again having big problems with lack of time stamps or time reporting in American news. In the US and UK it's really hard to figure the time a certain event happened. However one of the reports was bragging about him being detained for a week without seeing a judge. Yeap, January 16 though first reported on 20.

But is any of these true. Let's look first at his name. His last name Lukasz though spelled a bid differently is not common only in Poland but also in Hungary. There is a relatively recently news about something like this.

http://hungarianfreepress.com/2017/02/16/hungary-is-removing-statue-of-philosopher-gyorgy-georg-lukacs-he-was-marxist-and-jewish/

How common? Let's do Google searches on those names in both countries and keep in mind that Poland has 4 times more population than Hungary.

https://www.google.com/search?q=Lukacs+site%3A*.hu

https://www.google.com/search?q=lucasz+site%3A*.pl

Also. I always suspected George Lucas himself the re-creator in the US of Japanese style movies jidai-geki-knights was some sort of Eastern European. I mean aren't them all in Hollywood. "He is of German, Swiss-German, English, Scottish, and distant Dutch and French descent." Right. An area of the world described in that line where the name Lucas as last name is not very common. Fortunately there is no picture on the web with Lucas without a beard of goatee so we can clearly see his face.

Since i came in the US i always felt like i've been treated differently. I first thought it was "the cultural difference". Recently i came to realize that people might have believed i was in fact somebody else, like somebody named Nicu. I personally believe the opposite, as i might be related to the Romanian royal family. Here is a picture from one of my earlier blog posts or 2014.

(Yeah, the trick with the shadow. The guy at the right (who might again have been Joe Dassin) bent his head a little bit to the left (right in picture) to make appear the shadow like coming from a different direction "proving" some in the picture might have been added BTW Joe Dassin dead since decades looks awfully like Odo from Star Trek DSN).

Again everything that follows is about things i discovered in the last few years. I had no idea of them prior to an email from an ex HS class mate @2012 or after i started to write a blog, a guy who looked like Freddy Mercury (and appeared to have been alive and well at the time, in Romania as i spoke with him on the phone). In that email he sent me pictures from the 2004 reunion which i missed though i've been in Romania just before that happened. I put all those pictures in one of my early posts (that might contain some mistakes). For the first time i realized some if not most looked like emerging celebrities at that time. I had a colleague that looked like Joan Jett (second upper left). And i should remind here about the special school or class King Michael of Romania attended, who was made of kids brought from all over Romania. It was called "the palatine class" from the word palate i presume. The guy who was responsible or coordinated al these, at least Tehnoton HS B class of 79 is none but Ronald Lauder, the son of Estee, of Hungarian Jewish origin, standing 5th from right, then in his forties, trying to look like a HS kid. And at least to me he did (a few years later as a college student i got to stay in his house, then Păcurari 33, Iași with a guy who looked like Sir Paul, and across the hallway a girl who looked like...). He also looks strikingly like the Vegas shooter and i think i talked to him for hours at Chinook Winds Casino this time in English in the fall of 2016 while yes, playing video poker next to him.

You can't see it when looking at her early pictures. She's a bit exotic, maybe a bit Caribbean like Ryhanna.

Ok. I believe everybody started to get bored a bit of what i wrote above and in general of my writings. Me too i'm kinda fed up with everything as i realized by now what's going on and the state of hopelessness we're all in. However, every time i say i was going to stop something new pops. Intriguing or as it happened today, infuriating.

And here's why. (To be continued, gone to take some pictures of some old paperwork).

About my arrest and everything that happened around that time in 1996 i wrote in several posts. Charges were dismissed two years later following an agreement with the DA. But the judge (Judge Stocker, note the symbolism, now retired or dead, he was an older guy) never signed the agreement.

Around 2006 i wanted to apply for citizenship. In the app form there is question with a checkbox asking to check if i ever was arrested. Then if you checked yes you had to attach the record. I had some older records and i wanted to get the new ones from that court. However Sheriff Garry E. Lucas said the record was destroyed. It seemed awkward to me. How can i attach a record even if i have it if it was destroyed in the originating court? It was obvious i needed an attorney to help me fill the forms and i did not have the money and it also seemed awkward to me. From the many things that happened to me to that day i came to loose confidence in any. So i just gave up.

Today i just came to realize why that report was destroyed. Please take a look at the handwriting in this document of the Police of the City of Vancouver. Especially at the letter F of the officer Foster who signed the document. (for best view, right click, open in new tab then click to zoom).

And compare it to the F of the signature of Jackie Fox.  Also the signature on the right seem to be of Cherie Currie. I was arrested by the Runaways. However, the jail i spent a night in, the courtroom and everything else belong to the City of Vancouver, WA. I was beaten, pepper sprayed and falsely arrested and indicted by two Police Officers of the Police of the City of Vancouver, WA, impersonated by two singers in 1996 USA and i got the proof. But i didn't know this until a few years ago. Statutes of limitations bla bla.

I kinda came to terms with it. But they don't seem to want to stop, they continue what they started back in 1974. I mean Joan Jett's presence at Walmart.

More references here.
http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2013/04/050396-stay-of-proceedings.html
http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2012/02/electronic-specialty.html
http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2014/10/tehnoton.html

Also. I started to write this right after midnight almost 8 hours ago. The guy upstairs "didn't go to work today" and i know the reason. He is trying to suggests among other things he is actually writing these posts for me. http://romanialibera.ro/opinii/final-de-an-ce-punem-in-balanta-703165

Now i know why billionaire Adamescu, the owner of the newspaper was here to visit the guy upstairs sometime in the first days of January 2017. I saw him when he climbed down the stairs, with another guy with a moustache who got arrested days later. Adamescu now is officially dead after being imprisoned, he was just another actor, now retired.

What is Your Name?

I first fell in love when i was 5 i guess. She was standing with her aunt across the Street, at number 235 where i was living in the west area of Câmpulung. I remember she had thin legs and cute face with dark hair and blue eyes. German name, her father was a bus driver. I was always riding next to the driver in front of the bus and even before i was in school i knew what clutch and brakes are. They were 3 buses in town doing rounds every 20 minutes. Couldn't keep my eyes off of what drivers where doing. (My mother said i was riding the side of my cradle figuring a motorcycle imitating my father.) Figuring i was shifting gears, and especially hitting the gas pedal. But that is a different story. I was once at around 5 in a big milk cistern at a cooling station taking a ride back home from some relatives in the "country side" (they didn't have self refrigerating cisterns back then, don't know if they have them now). Country side Câmpulung itself is nothing but a 14 km or more (hence the name LOL) with farms and three industrial companies built by the communists including the milk powder factory across the street with the small airport finished by the Swiss in 1960, the year i was born. So i was alone in the cabin, the cistern started to move by itself backwards like on a slight grade and i knew i should have pressed the brakes, the pedal in middle but i was afraid of what the driver was going to say. And here he came running and stopped the cistern. Then i told him. Should i have pressed the brakes? And he made some big eyes towards me.

(But that big mustache on that always smiling round face of her father could have been Hungarian as well. Who would know back then when there was nothing like the internet today. She ended in Germany anyways, i saw her years later in a vacation driving around with a local guy in in a gold Datsun. I even got to talk to her and all i could ask her was about judo, if they had training places in Germany and she said she was actually going to some and i got literally blocked by her answer. Much shorter story).

I was classmate with her in the third grade at School Nr.3. Cause the other grades i spent in a different school, Nr.1 where i fell in love with a different girl.

I was 7 and it was instant or the first day of school of that September 1967. The area of the courtyard i was in with the boys, and she was in the area with the girls. Cause we instinctively separated.  I remember the blue color of  her uniform matching perfectly that of her eyes or the sky that day. (But i do have a separate memory of a  perfect September without her probably in the 4th grade when i came back from School Nr.3. All the kids with flowers in the first day of School, of many colors under a bright blue sky and a nice temperature.)

Don't tell me it's not possible. I was telling that myself for a long time and it's not true, i'm 56 now and there is no point in hiding. From myself or from others.

I remember all the other kids and i don't remember any of them being in that state. What was wrong with them? It was my only highlight of every day, for years or the happy part and reason of going to school.

I believe i was in the 5th or 6th when she fell ill with pneumonia. Another classmate was dragging me to her place "to keep her updated" with lessons and stuff. Those days they brought at school for us some white baldrics and we were wearing them over the dark blue uniforms figuring police-like agents guarding or guiding the smaller kids in traffic i don't know it seems crazy right now. In the third or fourth day i went in there i remember she looked very red at the face, talking slowly, could have been faked, i don't know, her mother came early from work and put her a thermometer and asked us what we were doing there and then we left.

I once met with her accidentally again in 5 or 6 while we both went to see a movie, an old movie something with ice-skating. We sat next to each other and i kept telling her i believe the ice is covered with water cause it was shining to uniformly. She was wearing a light blue nylon jacket. In the class we all had skates and where skating in the winter, at a different school where they could maintain a small rink on a basketball field i guess in open air with nice mercury lamps at corners.

Don't know how we got to talk this but i remember what she said.

In that summer just she told me literally "she would prefer to be friends with anybody else including the school's gypsy than me" (don't want to name the guy but she named him). In front of so many kids i never dared to talk to her alone ever again. And even if i did, after many years, i just could never find the right words.

Or the long hours spent at Cine-club, the after school kids club. Or other activities. Was i in the fourth grade when we went together with my mother, two instructors, others at a film festival for children in Sibiu, the town where Nicu Ceaușescu was in charge years after. Then and there in an evening we danced (I call it in my mind first and last dance with Mary-Jane cause that's whose her name or close).

Cause at the end if 5th i was sent to Hamburg, Germany for three weeks. I wrote about it in a post linked below. We also might have appeared together in short films or pictures who knows. Was it before when i was playing the accordion with the instructor and other kids from our school and other school in a small traditional orchestra when she told me some words of appreciation to which i never could answer. Why am i writing all these. It's not a very pleasant story and some might find details matching their own. Pretty sad all these i guess.

And the teacher at school. I believe she tried to hook us up right after i came from Germany. One summer afternoon she called us at school just me and her and some kids again from the "country side" and we played the kissing game, the one two kids stand back to back and turn their heads and if the direction matches they kiss but i missed. Later she told me she tried to tip me with her elbow but i didn't realize.

Also in summers we would go hiking in the mountains nearby with her, i remember one particular occasion in the 4th grade when after cooking a meal at a fire we separated, most kids went one direction, me and the teacher and two other girls from a different class in other, me carrying the tent that was pretty heavy, maybe 20 pounds and not feeling tired or even high.

Here come some interesting facts. Starting around 6th grade we had as math, drawing and class master teacher a woman who looked like Elizabeth Taylor. Among many other things, a Dame of the British Empire who might even not be dead cause i thought i saw her years after in a parking lot at Fred Meyer in Beaverton a couple o years ago. 8 March on 7th grade. Some kid at school came with the idea girls must be sprinkled with perfume. So all boys bought some cheap cologne and started sprinkling the girls. Can't remember exactly what happened but i remember feeling dizzy or high when i got home that day. One spring they were many (European) cockchafers. So many we could just pick them from the new asphalt side-walk near the furniture and milk powder factories as they were hitting again the newly installed mercury vapor lights. I gather a jar of them, can't remember what happened i think i fed them to the chickens in the yard.

They were some other kids in the area from other schools. Some of them kept telling me about the "dust of cantharidae" and its properties. I think i might have repeated it in front of others at school.

One early spring (we had a snow fight and built a snowman) some of the class went to a colleague, her bench-mate (we sat by two), early years a boy and a girl chosen by the teacher, later by our own choice, boy and boy and girl and girl. I just remembered in the first years she sat with a boy whose father i came recently to realize it resembled Kurt Waldheim, ex-president of Austria and Secretary of UN. So we went to that birthday party and all ate some cake. Don't know if it was the same spring when we sprinkled cologne on girls. Or the same (7th grade) when the boys all went to some brand new metal shop in a brand new Silviculture (specialty) High School and learned how to and built a compass and a square out of 5 mm sheet metal (real, functional, in three weeks). But i remember i was in hospital with hepatitis, probably in the spring of same 7th grade when i found out both parents of that birthday girl, her bench-mate, died in a fire while trying to seal their basement with hot asphalt.

I remember that teacher resembling Liz Taylor, Mme Șuhani (pronounced shoo-hunny) during drawing classes she would walk silent (during math classes she would always read from a big book and in those years Liz made an(other) horrible movie in Italy so we know at least she was there and probably learned some basic Italian which is closest related to Romanian in pronunciation, lexis and grammar. So she would walk and stop particularly near a bench when one of the kids with some drawing skills was drawing more interesting stuff than all the others. Years later i saw the same drawing style in the video-clip of the band AHA, Take On Me, together with an identical looking girl, together with here mother, the one serving at that coffee shop.

(My father had a motorcycle, a 350 cc Czechoslovakia made Jawa, red and he would let me ride it at the airport, near the milk factory, for hours, while he was fishing in the river nearby, since i was 10).

Was in that year of the 7th grade when she would come to school looking really sick and tired, with big brown bags under her eyes?

Years later, after High School, i went one evening with many of the old class mate in her house, a duplex, where she had her own room upstairs. We were all waiting the results of the admission test in faculties. Got mine the next day after a drive with my father at Iași.

But it was at the end of grade school my friend and neighbor told me he was at her place upstairs at nights though i did not believe him.

Right at the end of the 7th grade we were all three alone in the class. Her, me and our colleague Ilie Ceapă. His name means onion in Romanian but it was a Jewish-Hungarian name, Csapo i guess now. He was about the same size, height and weight, both kinda big for our age, almost like adults. We had more than one fight but that day he took a piece of wood from a bench, pretty heavy and tried to hit me in the head, in front of her. I raised my hand and defended myself with the price of a bump on my arm.

Several years later i saw him in a vacation from High School in down-town Câmpulung. He was looking yellow-green in color and showed us a big scar across his belly from recent liver surgery. They were whispering he has beaten by the (communist alright) Police while he was trying to still from the market place for his drinks. He said he cannot drink anymore but weeks or month later i heard he died after trying to have one more shot at a pub (though he was still minor). Her sister came and asked me to take some pictures at the funeral, my grandpa died earlier and he was the photographer of that remote area of town and i went and shut a couple of films, many pictures, and my neighbor and friend pulled one of the films with most pictures out of a camera and destroyed it and i got only a few left which i think i have her.

I remember at the end of the eighth grade a teacher asked us where we wanna go for high school. She said at the Informatics in Cluj and i wanted a professional 3 years school for learning a trade at the closest (telephony) professional school. Then the teacher went mad and told me if me the second best in grades after her would go to a professional school then who would go to a High School, and convinced me in an authoritative phrase like allays then to go to a specialty High School and i chose to go to Iași and the only reason was i wanted to get separated from her cause i could not stand her not paying any attention to me ever.

She went at Cluj and i went at Iași and she didn't take the admission test because she missed a sign in a formula and i did (barely).

I met with her again me in the first year in faculty at Iași, me at Mechanics and her in the second at Computers. Again i got blocked and could not talk anything meaningful to her. Was then when i saw posters put by other students with John Lennon's death. Now i realize she might just have been there for a short scene. A couple more accidental encounters during faculty. Could it be she was not there at all.

1990, the year after revolution. After trying to do what i thought was leading the CAD department at IMU i left as i realized there was no future in doing that in Romania. I went at my wife's company in the IT department so i could do programming which i came to love in accounting and payroll. But there there was again someone who might have been her. I only once had a vague feeling but i was sure she was working in a different city in Romania, in fact i once called her on the phone and talked to her, briefly (first thing i did after i first installed a phone, with much interventions, and that was before 89). But now i remember going to at least one party and at least one time at her place when i met her boyfriend who was looking exactly like the guy from the video AHA, though her not, anymore.

2008. Could it have been her at the entrance of Greenway Park in Beaverton, as sister of Cristina, Angela's friend and ex co-worker, the one who look like Maia Morgenstern? Looking kinda old, she had a compassionate look for Angela and nothing, or barely hidden hate for me.

Around the same year i started to do my first nostalgic searches on the web. I found her as webmaster of a web site of a military aviation school in Romania, where supposedly Nicu Ceaușescu took his flight training. Later i found out the commander of that flight school died with many others including his girlfriend in a crash trying to take of carrying paratroopers in an overloaded AN2 plane during a show. (Days earlier i saw a plane of that type during a trip on Columbia river, before a 4th of July). A big and very slow one engine plane you could not have missed flying over Columbia, i found about the next day in the news what it was.

In the picture first or second grade, me at the left of the teacher with white collar, her at the teacher's right shoulder. The guy who might have been Kurt Waldheim's son first row at the left. The guy who did the drawings who inspired that clip, second from right, smiling. Could the teacher herself might have been Claudia Cardinale. My friend and neighbor, third from left upper, could he be now Mircea Baniciu. Ilie Ceapă could be third from right upper row. I think this picture was done by my adopting grandfather.

Original building of the school. The last 2 or 3 grades we moved to a different building acrross the then new spinning mill down the street. The School name is after his then principal Teodor Darie, who looked much like the Austrian actor Karlheinz Böhm. New building and old available to see on google maps.

Me in that glorious September with flowers and blue sky when starting 4th grade looking a bit confused after having to move back from School Nr.3 to 1.

The house we moved back from downtown. Totally different fence, siding and roofing, the annexes have been rebuilt and there are more in the back. https://goo.gl/maps/UMmF8Vufhqn Also her house, about 1.2 km east from where i lived. The room upstairs with the open window https://goo.gl/maps/UDNjuJvGEgk

The girl whose parents might have died in that fire at the left. This picture have been done by the guy who looked like Polanski.

The success story of Bunty Bailey. (Bounty of Bela (sau de belea pe românește)).

And the follow ups. Is that the AKAI boombox they brought at one of those parties in 1990?


https://www.google.com/search?q=czechoslovakia+jawa+350+red

http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2012/07/c-i-s-v.html

http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2014/06/polanski-tate-postelnicu.html

http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2012/06/bette-davis-eyes.html

https://www.google.com/search?q=aha+video&source=lnms&tbm=isch

http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2013/04/manafu-si-chinezu.html

http://georgesblogforfriends.blogspot.com/2014/10/tehnoton.html

https://www.google.com/search?q=bunty+bailey+90s&source=lnms&tbm=isch

https://www.google.com/search?q=constanta+parasutisti+an2+morti+comandant+boboc

And the first reaction from KGW8 (not KG8W), less than 24 hours. Sorry for the quality of the picture, it was the last seconds of her time slice when i took it and the camera and i was not prepared.

Actors and Me

Incomplete list of actors and celebrities i possibly and unknowingly interacted with since 1995 when i came in the US and before. I would try to avoid the real big names of important persons.

1995:

Ahmet Ertegun as pastor Aurel Popescu (there are other two Aurel Popescu in the US).

Van Morrison (i forgot the Romanian name, at Aurel Popescu's Church) Might have been my classmate in Romania at Tehnoton HS, 75-78 and as Mihai and in college as Mihai Ursachi. .

Malin Bergrren as Mălina Mladin

John F Kennedy Jr. as Tom Barwik (My boss at Sheridan Fruit September 1995 - January 1996)

Liviu Dragnea as Liviu Gorea also my boss at Sheridan (every body was my boss in there and any other job)

Robin Williams as Mircea (Adrian's father) at Sheridan

Mary Sladek from NASA, wife of Vladimir Tismăneanu, as the "tall californian blonde".

Dennis Weaver (Sherrif McCloud) as Sandy, the security guy at Sheridan

many others.

1996

Prince, as Bill Apel at Credence (now LTX, in a building separated from the others).

Sir Tim Berners-Lee as Lyle Hall, at Credence.

others

1997

Sinéad O'Connor as Holly at Epson Portland Incorporated (i might have met her in Romania at Tehnoton High Shcool in Iasi). Worked 5 months next to her on a printers' assembly line.
Tom Cruise as David Higgins at Beaverton Nazarene Church across the street from Sussex, Beaverton, my mechanic until 2002
Meatloaf as pastor Dennis Swift, the same church
Leslie Nielsen (Naked Gun) as Ron Boger, the church
Don S. Davies, (Lieutenant General George Hammond, Stargate Atlantis) at Les Schwab Aloha.
Van Morrison again as assistant manager McCracken.
Jason Donovan as Jason.
Still don't know who was Bill the manager but he was also looking like a classmate from Tehnoton, Viorel Rusu.
Iulian's father (still can't decide who Iulian is, possibly Bill Gates or a lookalike), Richard Rockefeller. I might have met him in Romania, at a wedding in 1980, in Roman, Romania, (with Monica Belluci and Joan Jett, my ex HS classmates) at the Liberal Party in Bacău as Popescu in early 90s, just before i left, when i got from him Iulian's address, and also here, once in Salem at Iulian's house and this year at the Exhaust Specialties & Brakes in Tualatin, together with David Bowie though in different days.

1998
Andy Carson, channel 12 anchor, as my manager at Softlink (Qaudramed).
Tina Fey, as one of the secretaries, the same job.
Cameron Diaz, yet another secretary.
Macy Gray, yet another secretary (she got the name of her hit Try from my first programs in Delphi and also me complaining of breathing problems).
Peter O'Tool as another manager, Tom Allen.

1999

Axl Rose, as my manager at AVX, Orvile Oster (note that Oster is an anagram of Roset)
Omar Sharif, as Pat Shaffer, another tech there.
A couple of guys from the military, now dead.
Don Henley, as tech Dan Lumbert.
Nino d'Angelo as Tudor Toader.

2002

Harrison Ford as dr.Kenneth Erickson (psychiatry) at Woodland Park Hospital. The hospital closed in

2004 for many years and reopened under different name and ownership

2003 Tudor Aaron Istodor as Cristi Aniței, in Portland and his apartment in Seattle.

2004

John Travolta? or a lookalike as Timotei Mitrofan, my ex HS class mate, now director of Bible League, on Luigi Cazzavillan str, Bucharest (not sure about the address).

Roger Vadim, as ing.geolog Emil Rusu, i knew him since Câmpulung.

Can't remember exactly when Christine McVie from Fleetwood Mac became manager at Sussex Village Apts @2000. Together with Carole King, both under their real name, Christine and Caroline, Caroline being there until i left in 2010. I was seing them almost daily from my kitchen window doing their job duties. Time period for both corresponds with their carriers' hiatuses.

Servando "La Tuta" Gomez, one of my neighbors. He had a red Toyota parked next to our place in the covered car ports.

Maya Morgenstern, as Cristina Botez. Probably my condo neighbor Violeta in Bacău, Romania. Met her on and off until i started to realize who she might be @2008.

Iceland born actor and producer Sigurjón Sighvatsson as dr.Sigurtson (psychiatry) at Providence St.Vincent.

2005 was the year she moved from next door at Sussex? Winona Rider, who is actually blonde.

It was around that time i met Cornelia, the new wife of Tudor Toader. I saw them both at both Romanian Churches in Portland, she might have been Angela Gheorghiu or Elena Udrea.

Richard Branson as Richard Breunissen, counselor at OVRS (Oregon Vocational Rehabilitation then located acrross the street from Harley Davidson dealership and Washington Square Mall in Tigard Oregon).

Jorge Mario Bergoglio aka Pope Francis as David Hitt, also a psychologist at OVRS. He once insisted we met in public in the newer library in Beaverton.

2010

Kelly Clarkson as Ana, my next door neighbor (Apt.9) at 47 Eagle Crest Lake Oswego, with sometimes doubles, until i left in 2015

Not sure yet who her boyfriend was, maybe David Lynch.

2013

Kanye West, my down stairs neighbor? Actually saw him once or twice.
T'Pau from Heart and Soul, my down stairs neighbor. Doubles, sometimes only one person was "manning either Apt.9 next door or six below).

Phil Knight as officer Norbert, at Lake Oswego Police department and different name at Multnomah County Sherif Department?

Nicușor Constantinescu, downstairs. He and others let the bathroom fan running for 2 years making me really sick from vibration and dust shaken from walls. There was a pipe leaking in one of the walls from my apartment and probably the one downstairs was stinking like mold. Vibration was making the leak worse, in a cycle.

2014, Petre Mircea, sound engineer, Mădălina Manole's husband? For a couple of years all the white guys living (coming and going downstairs) where using the same car and clothes, but probably totally different persons pretending to be the same.

2015.

While Angela was in Romania for a month in May-June one night i met with Taylor Swift and her really sick looking mother, not sicker than me that night, at the Walgreens store in Lake Oswego near I5. I also saw her before, sometime @ her album Red at Tryon in the parking lot and then on the trail. I also saw her mother on numerous occasions working at the self checking registers at Home Depot.

The more recent period is harder to remember as, especially at Eagle Crest, i was permanently under influence of intoxicants of all kind, starting with cat and dog poo, cantharide dust and all kinda of drugs under the form of smoke coming through walls from downstairs and next door. Sometimes to the point of passing out. There are also a lot of persons i hesitate to name because i have no choice but to interact with them.

others

Umbra lui Iliescu la Iaşi

A existat vreodată un Iliescu?

Avantajul de a nu arăta în faţă, timp de 10, ani de fapt după 73, pe alţi demnitari comunişti decât Ceaşcă. Acesta a fost unul din aspectele aşa zisului cult al personalităţii de care el s-a molipsit după excursia în Coreea.

Chiar mă gândeam azi. Golul mediatic şi psihologic creat la cădera lui a fost umplut, după 89, imediat de actori. Pentru că românii nu cunoşteau pe nici unul din "politicienii emergenţi" de după 89, orice a fost posibil. Actori italieni au jucat roluri de generali în nopţile revoluţiei de la televizor.

Dar în România odată ruptă de blocul sovietic care a dispărut şi el curând, nu s-a mai făcut mai nimic timp de 25 de ani în afara un show deşănţat, cu actori străini în toate rolurile publice, având ca singură bază feed-back-ul local şi imitarea aparenţelor de vest.

Dar să revenim la Iliescu, şi aici puţină cronologie. La 9 noiembrie 1974 Iliescu a venit la Iaşi pentru a supraveghea cea mai bizară acţiune concepută vreodată în istorie. Organizarea unui show live, cu actori şi cântăreţi din toată lumea, în cadrul noului înfiinţat liceu Tehnoton. Denumirea spune multe, aici fiind inclus cuvântul ton. Probabil secretarul care era atunci (nu-i găsesc numele) a fost depăşit de situaţie.

În 1978 s-a terminat barajul Stânca-Costeşti, loc de vânzoleală şi contrabandă de frontieră timp de 5 ani.

La 16 iunie, 1978 are loc premiera filmului Grease.

La 28 august 1979 Iliescu pleacă de la Iaşi.

În decembrie 1979 a început războiul din Afganistan. (Oficial, eu bănuiesc că o parte din soldaţi au fost detaşaţi înapoi în alte locuri în fosta URSS).

Un număr din "elevii" şi "profesorii" din clasa B începută în 74 la Iaşi, unii cu zeci de ani mai mult decât elevi normali de liceu au fost cântăreţi. Alţii, actori. Scopul. Probabil, destabilizarea întregului sistem comunist din lagărul sovietic. Alt scop, mai adânc. Continuarea operei de desăvârşire a lumii moderne.

Azi am dat, întâmplător, peste numele şi figurile unor actori italieni care au întruchipat o serie de comedii erotice care seamănă izbitor cu personaje din Grease, 1979. (ca şi unii din elevii din acea clasă de la liceul Tehnoton). http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_liceale, serie începută în ...1975!

Imediat după revoluţie au apărut o ştire în presa plăpândă de atunci, cum că Ceauşescu ar fi fost membru al lojii P2. Ştirea a fost dezminţită într-un video pe youtube chiar de Licio Gelli, care recunoaşte însă că a vorbit cu Ceauşescu şi chiar cu Elena.

Poate ne vor spune vreodată creştinii de la Ziarul de Iaşi, în numele adevărului şi pentru restaurarea istoriei, care au fost martori la toate aceste drăcii desfăşurate sub tutela lui "Iliescu", ce anume au însemnat ele pentru România şi pentru lume în general?

Căci dacă nu o fac ei, o face în schimb, pe dos, şi după ureche, Talpeş?

Tehnoton

The English meaning of Romanian name of the High School Tehnoton in Iaşi is Technotone.

În jur de anul nou 2013 dacă nu greșesc am primit de la fostul meu coleg de liceu "Mihai Manolea" din Focșani tot felul de poze de prin liceu, inclusiv liste cu numere de telefon şi adrese. În toată perioada liceului mai puțin primele și ultimele luni (1975-1979) secretar la Iași a fost Ion Iliescu aka Iles Gyorgy. În septembrie 2015 cam cu câteva zile înainte de a muri Oana Ioachim și Vadim Tudor am primit un email aparent de la blogger-ul Tolontan de care nu auzisem până atunci care mi-a cerut să scot această postare de pe blog.

Majoritatea star-urilor numite mai jos pe atunci erau cunoscuți dar încă nu erau în vârful carierei sau faimei. De exemplu filmele Saturday Night Fever și Grease cu John Travolta și Olivia Newton John au avut premiera în 1977 și 1978 probabil după vacanțele de vară.

Probabil toată acțiunea a avut loc sub coordonarea lui Estee Lauder și Ronald Lauder care au fost prezenți în Iași. Colegul Florin Aramă, care avea porecla Aramis, seamănă mult cu Ronald Lauder, deși atunci ar fi avut în jur de 30 de ani. Estee Lauder deține o firmă Aramis. Eu personal am constatat că toate starurile și oamenii bogați și bine întreținuți par întotdeauna mai tineri decât sunt în realitate.

https://www.elcompanies.com/our-brands/aramis

https://www.google.com/search?q=saturday+night+fever
https://www.google.com/search?q=grease

Cine cred eu că sunt unii dintre aceştia:

Florin Aramă - Ronald Lauder
Radu Botezatu - Art Garfunkel - István Szeibert
Olguţa Cazacu - Nana Mouskuri
Croitoru Liliana - Olivia Newton John - Csilla Ötvös
Valentin Gheorghiţă - Dan Bitman
Mihai Lăzărescu - Van Morisson
Mihai Manolea - Freddie Mercury - Árpád Visky
Timotei Mitrofan - John Travolta
Ioana Neica - Joan Jett
Dan Pricope - Patrick Duffy
Gabriel Ringhilescu - András Simonffy

Iulian Tescu - Joe Dassin
Adrian Hristov - Demis Roussos
Neica Veronica - Yvonne Elliman
Mariana Aiordăchioaie - Monica Bellucci
Cristian Gheorghiu - Gheorghe Gheorghiu
Monoreanu Marcel - Gábor G Kovács
Pr.Gheorghe Postolache - Hervé Cristiani
Pr.dir.Carmen Ionică - Marina Krilovici - Gabriela Zsigmond
Pr.Adam Corilov (Koriloff) - William Shatner - Frigyes Bárány
Pr.Rodica Naum - Jane Fonda - Judit Tóth
Pr.Ion Manea - Sir Elton John - Joseph Alfidi

Florin Sandu seamănă cu Ilarion Ciobanu, care conform biografiei pe atunci avea 43-47 de ani. He was always speaking very softly. With most of them i spoke very rarely.

(Bine rog pe cei care citesc să nu se agite, fiindcă am o listă mult mai mişto din fac. dar numai în anul I şi II care îl include pe John Lennon, Michael Creţu cu tot cu Sandra şi din nou pe Van the Man cu alt nume, altă persona, Mihai Ursache, pe care după un an de armată (obligatorie) pur şi simplu nu l-am recunoscut ca Mihai Lăzărescu din liceu. Unul din motivele pentru care (a trebuit) să rămân repetent, pentru că în anul II 2 am avut alţi colegi, mai domestici, din care unul Liviu Apostol, etc. Proful responsabil, Constantin Titi Pasnicu, posibil Paul Ioachim).

The technique used in this picture is presenting one's butt forward on a relative low focal length (wide angle camera with deep focus) not from far away. Thus all faces look smaller and everybody or especially those interested more child-looking.

Timotei Mitrofan?, Adrian Hristov, Constantin Iordăchescu, Gheorghe Chervasie, Mirel Mareş, Radu Botezatu (care stă pe catedră), Marcel Monoreanu, Grişa Constantin Florea, Ilie Gimanca, , ,Dan Pricope, Valentin Gheorghiţă?

Stânga sus: Lidia Simion (Lita Ford), Ioana Neica (Joan Jett, Georgeta Sbângu, pr.Viorica Cazan (Suzana Gâdea), Olguţa, nu se vede bine, Mihai Vasiliu, Liliana Croitoru (ONJ), Marcel Monoreanu, pr.Gheorghe Postolache (Hervé Cristiani), Mariana Ţurcanu, Mariana (Monica) Aiordăchioaie, Adrian Hristov (Demis Roussos?), Tudoriţa Bohotineanu, Florin Aramă, Dan Pricope, eu, Aurelian Nicolae Marin, Iulian Tescu (Joe Dassin); Stânga, jos: Mihai Lăzărescu (Ivan Morrison), Ioan Barcan, Florin Sandu, Paul Marinescu, Florin Sandu , Gabriel Ringhilescu (Adrian Pintea?), Mihai Manolea (Fredy Mercury?), Valentin Gheorghiţă, Cristian Gheorghiu (cu șapcă, Gheorghe Gheorghiu), Constantin Iordăchescu (Ștefan Iordache).

Stânga sus: Timotei Mitrofan (John Travolta), Grişa Constantin Florea?, Olguţa Cazacu (Nana Mouskuri), Tudoriţa Bohotineanu, Mariana Rotaru, Liliana Croitoru (ONJ), pr.(cu florile) Rodica Naum (Jane Fonda), Mariana (Monica) Aiordăchioaie,Veronica Neica, Georgeta Sbângu, Mirel Mareş (Ștefan Hrușcă), Lidia Simion (Lita Ford) ,Adrian Hristov, (mai sus) Florin Sandu) Jos: Ioan Barcan, Valentin Gheorghiţă (Dan Bittman?), Vasile Pintilie (Billie Idol), Radu Botezatu (Art Garfunkel), Iulian Tescu (Joe Dassin), Cristian Gheorghiu (Gheorghe Gheorghiu), Gabriel Ringhilescu, Marcel Monoreanu, Mihai Manolea, Mihai Lăzărescu (Van Morrison)

John Travolta https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kSVSbdmrT0U

Olivia Newton John https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LDxcfTm1QTc

Joe Dassin https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fYr5vh3wXI

Simon and Garfunkel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6JUbFj0BIc4

Joan Jett https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSqp-W1pWoU

Yvonne Elliman https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgP0-b2jzog

Van Morisson https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpPSBzGEklE

Freddie Mercury (Queen) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kijpcUv-b8M

Bob Dylan https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7qQ6_RV4VQ

Nana Mouskouri https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjAiIUP9YK4

Demis Roussos https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BfdkQGQ5xpA

În spate, Mariana Rotaru. Stânga sus: Ioan Barcan, probabil Florin Aramă cu capul întors, Ioana Neica, ,Veronica Neica, Marcel Monoreanu, Adrian Hristov, Vasiliu Mihai, Liliana Croitoru, pr.Viorica Cazan, Nicoleta LUngu, Georgea Sbângu, Mariana Ţurcan, Tudoriţa Bohotineanu, Florin Sandu, Dan Pricope, Aurel Marian, eu, Grişa Constantin Florea. Stânga jos: Mihai Lăzărescu, Paul Marinescu, Mihai Manolea, Gabriel Ringhilescu, Valentin Gheorghiţă, Iulian Tescu, Constantin Iordăchescu

Înâlnire 2004; Stânga: Mirel Mareş, (Ștefan Hrușcă), Chervasie Gheorghe (care semăna cu Ceauşescu LOL), Dan Pricope, Mihai Manolea, ,Veronica Neica, pr.Adam Corilov (cravata roşie), dir.pr.Carmen Ionică (Marina Krilovici), Tudoriţa Bohotineanu-Ringhilescu, pr.Rodica Naum, sus, Adrian Hristov, Gabriel Ringhilescu (Adrian Pintea), Simion Lidia, Valentin Gheorghiţă

Lodge Climbing, 1979

Summer 1979. End of High School. During vacation before college (actually before the mandatory nine month military stage before college) i was working at the local furniture factory across the street from where i was living in Câmpulung, Suceava. 7 November St, now they changed it to Calea Transilvaniei, don't know why.

I was spending all my evenings at the Mancaş family, half mile down the street. Mother and three daughters. Mrs.Mancaş (born Gătej) was from Câmpulung and owned that piece of property with a cottage, across the street from where Liviu Strugariu, my ex grade school class mate lived. In fact, he introduced me to them. Daughters, Elena, Tatiana and Gabi. Tatiana, the cutest, "had to give up ballet because of a heart murmur". Tatiana and Elena "just got admitted to college", as myself.
(Years later Gabi told me Tatiana became a physics teacher and married in Piatra Neamţ).

One day my three Tehnoton HS ex class mates, Mareş Mirel of Buhuşi, now Montreal, Canada, Valentin Gheorghiţă of Focşani, Romania, Gabriel Ringhiliescu of Iaşi, Ştefăneşti - Botoşani, France, came with Gabi's brand new car, (Dacia) for a trip to Ardeal. My father didn't want me to leave the job so they went alone. In a couple of weeks they came back and we went on a Saturday on a trip to Rarău, a blessed place on the face of the Earth. (No i don't believe anymore he is the guy on the right).

Mareş Mirel, left, Valentin Gheorghiţă, right, Gabi Ringhilescu, next to him. Click to enlarge.

I went to Mancaş sisters which i visited all summer and they agreed to come with us. We bought some food and a bottle of 1 litre of brandy. Mirel, V.Gheorghiţă and myself went by foot, some 9 miles, and the rest with Gabi in the car.

We raised a tent and rain came. We used the pump from the mat to blow in a fire. Made a trip around the lodge. Weather and angle of view of the lodge from where we had the tent was similar to this one.

Click to enlarge

Night came. The six of them slept in the tent. There was not enough room in the tent and i was left to sleep in the parked car but couldn't sleep and played with car's radio's dial on the short waves. I think i drank, alone, most of the brandy. I caught some music at Free Europe. I remember they were playing ABBA's song Give me Give me Give Me a Man at the Midnight. (Now i know that song was officially released months later, don't know). And i was singing along replacing the word man with girl. And then something really weird happened. I saw through the windshield a guy coming down the lodge from the roof using a climbing rope. Dressed in a completely black suite, tight on the body, like for divers. He went inside on a window.

I was too drunk to think. I thought maybe he was playing a prank to somebody. I don't know.

The next day i think i told them the story but nobody paid attention. We went back to Câmpulung the same way we came. Sun came up. Beautiful day. I had a hangover. Monday went back to work.

From time to time i remember the episode. Don't know what to think anymore. Could it have been...a ninja?