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".

August 27

4:45 Woke up about half hour ago, after about 4 and a half hours. Nausea, belly pain. Slept next to a semi-open window. Went outside and found and threw a number of poops, some from a stray. Cigarette smoke everywhere covered the smell, making it hard to find. Don't even know if picked them all. Just by getting close, handling those with a surgical glove and a bag i got sicker.

4:51 Somebody started a big exhaust.

Never seen AQI indexes like this. 900s? Most i have seen so far was 400s. Can see the plumes here.

5:23 Deci să înțelegem că SPP îi caută în buzunare pe toți cei care intră în Parlament cu o legitimație sau doar pe cei care îi cheamă Gheorghe? Și ce făcea cu plicul, fuma în baie? Dacă au mers direct la el fiindcă știau că fumează în baie, de ce nu l-au prins acolo? Sau de ce nu au rezolvat problema discret, așa cum le rezolvă ei pe toate cele de care nu auzim. Îmi pare rău că nu îi găsesc vârsta ca să-l caut pe liste. Am găsit totuși pe cineva cu care seamănă. (Ok m-am prins. Ăștia de la AUR sunt toți blonzi în afară de George Simion care e brunet-brunet, așa cum îi plac lu' cocoașa).

5:49. Apropo de ce nu auzim. Nu auzim cum se scurge bugetul, banii noștri lipsă de pe fluturași, în canalul București-Budapesta. Ce nu mai auzim. După ce a fost prim ministru de patru ori și a ocupat știrile timp de zece ani, nu mai auzim de el de luni de zile la rând (nu că mi-ar fi dor, Doamne ferește). Știți de cine vorbesc, în lumea cealaltă îl cheamă tot Gyorgy. Gay or gay. György Dragomán.

6:26 Ba sunt grave, cele mai multe dureri de cap la copii și adulți vin de la sinuzită care vine de la dinți, și pe termen lung sunt dezastruoase. Nu săriți așa la control neurologic. Mergeți la dentist mai întâi.

7:01 When i came back after i took Angela to work, i still had one line above full on the dashboard, with 27 miles done. It was smelling like mold so i went and picked a number of candy wraps spread evenly on the wood chips on the side of a bush that's not visible from here.

7:54 Oare am greșit eu iar George Simion e de fapt tipul ăsta Hassine, un actor tunisian stabilit în Ungaria, fostul partener al lui Katinka Cseke, aka Șoșoaca?

12:14 Right after i finished this i ate some broccoli omelet and went back to sleep. Woke up at 11 with the worst nausea i had so far. However i texted the shop, then called. First Carry, then Irine then Sally then the estimator Jason, the one with and Asian accent. The estimator told me that he has a gut feeling the car is going to be totaled, however he could not tell me a value of the car or repair. He said he has to write the estimate and that can be done only early next week, and when i asked when he said Wednesday, that being one week since i towed the car in there. I was thinking about what he said, got feeling is what i had in that moment. Literally. I came back, i knew there was going to be an extra poop somewhere, which i found and took it to the garbage. It was an enormous one, hidden between a bush and the garages. I bet if i eat the're going to bring a new one. Got to call Nick Sprague, the local Progressive agent assigned to my claim.

12:39 Just spoke to Nick, he said it's the busiest time of the year, shops are booked for up to two months and the waiting time for an estimate is one week, but he's going to call the shop to see what he can do.

2:35 I ate and didn't take any chances, left for a long walk so i can get fresh air while i digest my food. On my walk i figured the thread with the shop asking me for the tile of the car is missing so i will just attach it here. The title. Talked again to Nick, from Progressive. He said he will get back to me when he gets the estimate which may be as late as Wednesday. He finally said something interesting. He doesn't know what the value of the car was before the accident or the value of he car insured for which i was paying full premium.

What happens is i bought a car from Copart that was totaled, but in the description it was saying "minor scratches and damages". When i got home, i found the original headlight for right front in the trunk. Car was missing windshield washer reservoir, other parts. They where a number of other plastic parts missing. Right side of the car, door, fender seemed freshly painted. I don't know the status of the airbag in that door, and the dashboard light for airbags came the day before the accident. I fixed as much as i needed to can drive the car. However, after i passed DEQ, Oregon DMV gave me a salvage title so i can drive it. With the funky LPN, JKB. If you go there with a driveable car, they will always give you one. Here is a picture of the car in Copart lot.

Ok have to take a break here to insert the picture of the guy who is yelling on the phone, in an apartment in the building next to ours. I saw his face when i went in the back to take the picture of the two bottles rotating at the door. I also saw in the same balcony a few days ago a "prominent" Romanian politician.

What happens is, when the guy upstairs is not home, and lately he's been playing TV at an equivalent volume so it can be heard outside and everywhere, they got to compensate somehow, i believe at a great cost to the poor guy. He's probably got some prompter and the narrative is bein made up "on the fly" by some AI program, by the way words and tone change with my moves. When he is not here and the guy upstairs is not here, there is a guy yelling in Spanish at a balcony next to our apartments etc. If neither is available, then kids will start to yell etc.. Never two in the same time. Never.

Back to business. Here is the title of the car issued by Oregon DMV.

On the title it says RECONSTRUCTED. When i spoke with Nick last time, he said the value of a car with a salvage title for the purpose of insurance is 80%. I hope the premium was calculated accordingly. He also said, as mentioned before, that "he did not know the value of the car before the accident". I believe it is because i never finished fixing the car. The car has now been damaged at the other end, it doesn not have anything to do with unrepaired parts. However, i have a "gut feeling" they will downgrade the value of the car until it will be lower than the value of the repairs so the amount they will pay will be much less than 80% of the current value of a similar car that has not been totaled.

The suspicion part. They made me talk to the estimator so he can ask me about the wheel in the trunk. I was driving on a spare because i had a flat two days before, the guys at Les Schwab told me that tire is damaged beyond repair and needed new tires, however they did not cary that brand to match the others so i ordered it online. It came two days early, or the day after. Here is a copy of the Police report i just got from Washington State DMV. Note that "hit and run" is missing, it only says the exhange of the information was not completed. However, that is shown in the diagram. Here's the password for it. 567381.

4:37 I picked Angela from work. Went both to Fred Meyer. When i was about to leave i saw a woman with a baby in her cart at a (n artificially created) bottle neck directing me with hands to pass first. Distractions on the roadk (like a hippy bus) and repeated suddent stops almost made me hit the next vehicle.

Back home. Cigarette smoke in the apartment, about 10 teens of which some i never seen before, some are the kids since 6 years ago when we moved, came to play and yell in front of our door. Went and picked a number of fresh, huge dog poops, when i was leaving, a woman (the one talking on her cell phone all the time) came and started to talk on her phone and dance around with her dog. Got to go to se the results.

6:13 The man upstairs started to smoke something.

8:27 I've been searching for hours. Finally found it on my blog. The video proving that ninja used powerful yet simple devices for listening. Those have surfaced from books like Ninpiden, others. But those books contain very little compared to the bulk of ninja knowledge transmitted orally or through family or clan scrolls. My suspicion is they can go further than simply listening to conversations. By closely studying a subject for years, they mai get to guess the thoughts and decisions of that person minute by minute, just from being present in the next room or even interact with (influence subject's thought or inner or silent decisions). Planning to work on a blog post to show briefly most that i know about ninja listening but that of course if the guy upstairs stop drilling my brain with squeaks. Contrary to popular beliefs, ninja did not fight in close combat except rarely. The bulk of their activity was spying, and listening was most of it while assassinations may have been carried out often by non violent means, like seeding your environment with bad bacteria and mold.

A device have been built and tested by acoustic experts using the instructions in the book but without the oral knowledge that these books are said to be accompanied by. After guessing, they had to slightly modify the design to obtain a gain of 2-3 dB. But my guess is they didn't guess the right design and right use of the device. It could be a deception meant to distract the curiosity of many about reading the books. Also if the device, besides "amplifying" the voice frequency could also diminish other frequencies, making the voice more distinguishable from ambiental or even ambiental white noise.

August 27

Hwy 101 in Oregon is probably one of the most spectacular roads in the US. On one side you got mountains like view, at times you even drive in canyons and on the other side, the ocean.
12:30 I'm back at Chinook in Lincoln City after i drove all the way to Coos Bay and back (about 240 miles in total). When i got back i got gas at a Circle K and gave her two cards she could not use and in the end we payed with a debit. She looked like Princess Margaret. Soon after i almost hit a bicyclist. I survived tonight numerous accident traps (all designed to look like it was my fault). But the reason i got in the casino, after trying to sleep was i remembered something. I usually tape the doors and windows at every hotel i go, last night i had some sort of nightmare, it was like 2 guys, rather slim, dressed in t-shirts where in the room, one next to me and one next to Angela. In the morning the door was not taped, and not even locked with the deadbolt.

I told Angela, everywhere i went the impression was the normal people in the area where somehow evacuated and replaced with actors, maybe from Scientology. Maybe they get a film permit and pay everybody to stay home.

4:29 When i went to write the paragraph above, coming from the upper parking lot, two guys tried to get in front of me in the elevator, but i passed. Waited like 5 minutes but the parking lot was flooded with exhaust from a car. When i entered, they were waiting for me at the entrance, trying to get in the same frame with me on the cameras. Two guys, taller than me, pretty slim, one of them had a goatee but i only took a glimpse of him from one side. After watching the news i think i know who they are.

3 live raccoons crossing, a dead one in the lane, a dead dear in the lane, a dead dog (with a collar) on the shoulder, one guy walking at 2 AM on the narrow shoulder of a bridge, a biker, only on the last leg of my "adventure" that is 80 miles from Lincoln City to here. Numerous others before that, including a completely dark closed bicyclist with no light or reflecting tags etc.. Many other accident traps, more than ten in total. Most "lucrative" day on the roads on my part.

4:41 Ok i solved the puzzle with Margaret in Florence. However this is a very low resolution picture i'm dealing with. Here is a better one, google cache only, the Hungarian site doesn't seem to work right now, and i understand why.

5:09 Georgina Lukács este soția unguroaică a lui Alexandru Agache care nici el nu prea arată a român, fie vorba între noi. Oricum tipa vorbește și limba română, mai ales dacă exersează zilnic. Tipa are într-adevăr o voce fantastică (sexy) și a studiat la Moscova.

Mai multe informații, mâine și în zilele următoare.

11:02 Nicio minciună. Când m-am trezit din coșmarul în care mă uitam paralizat la doi tipi care stăteau în picioare în cameră, înalți, îmbrăcați în tricouri, au fost și niște deplasări prin cameră, scurte replici contradictorii, negocieri, mai mult nu îmi amintesc, știu că eram îngrozit, m-am gândit la ce i s-ar putea întâmpla lui Angela, m-am uitat la ceasul de pe noptieră, ceasul arăta 5:20, însă ceasul era pus cu 2 ore în urmă, era de fapt 7:20 ora locală, perdelele groase erau trase, 10:20 pe coasta de vest, moment în care bursa a început să cadă. Am mai stat treaz cel puțin o oră, între timp am fost la mașină să iau niște bicarbonat când am văzut că zăvorul nu era pus, și nici scotch-ul pe care îl pun de obicei la uși la hoteluri, am mai dormit vreo 2 ore după. La 10 și 10 minute am ieșit din hotel în mare grabă, din cauza ceasului, (trebuia să predăm cheia la 10) ne-am dus să mâncăm pe nivelul de sus al parcării noi, de unde se vede cerul și oceanul (dacă stai în picioare, nu din mașină), și atunci, în jur de ora 11 ora locală i-am spus lui Angela a doua oară, mai în detaliu, despre coșmar. O cădere la bursa americană de 1% înseamnă pierderi de un trilion de dolari pe plan global.

11:31 Imaginea în care se vede și mai bine că Baniciu era un puști când a intrat în formație, vecinul, colegul și prietenul me de joacă Mihai Erhan (născut 1960) care luase lecții de canto de la o "croitoreasă" din vecini. El la școală era declarat oficial afon.

Când eram prin școala generală în primele clase mama mea câteodată începea să cânte în stil de operă, (ceea ce mă enerva foarte mult), mi-a povestit despre tipuri de cântăreți, soprane, alto, etc. și spunea că a prins chestiile acelea de la croitoreasa care de fapt era nașa mea de botez, doamna Rotaru. Odată am fost cu ea în oraș, eram foarte mic, ea părea să cânte ca solistă într-o formație, însă in italiană, citind de pe o hârtie versurile. Știu că aveau orgă și chitare.

Între 5 și 7 ani am luat lecții de pian de la o profesoară, doamna Redloff (Red love) care avea o datorie la tata pentru niște lucruri pe care i le-a făcut. Îmi dădea teme pentru acasă, când trebuia să scriu note pe portativ pe care mi le termina mama întotdeauna înainte de a mă duce la lecție, care era în centru, undeva la 3-4 km distanță (era autobuz). Totul s-a terminat când ea le-a spus alor mei că îmi trebuie un pian acasă pentru a continua. Mi-au cumpărat în schimb un acordeon, la care nu puteam să cânt fiindcă învățasem să cânt numai pe note, moment în care bunicul a găsit un profesor (Merilă) orb, care m-a învățat și convins să cânt după ureche. Doamna Rotaru avea doi copii, Felicia și Gigel, după care am și primit numele. Proiectul probabil a eșuat, din cauza lipsei de disciplină a ei și a sărăciei și precarității enorme în care am trăit cu toții (Tata era foarte zgârcit, nu prea dădea bani în casă, etc.). Gigel era înalt blond și cu părul creț și ne învăța pe mine și pe sora mea să facem ochiuri cu capac (pe care turna cu o lingură ulei încins și "să dăm pup cu limba". Chiar înainte de tabăra din Germania apăruse o mașină în curtea vecinei lor unde Gigel m-a familiarizat cu comenzile. Știam pe atunci să conduc motocicleta cu care făceam mulți km pe aeroport iar când am mers în tabără în Germania am condus foarte ușor un Renault 4 al unui instructor din tabără, Olaf din Suedia, culturist. Chiar am pornit în pantă într-o intersecție, el și eu am prins încredere iar la întoarcere când am parcat am simulat că mă izbesc în perete și am pus o frână bruscă, la care i-au sărit ochelarii lui Olaf iar eu râdeam în hohote și nu m-am mai lăsat niciodată oricât l-aș fi rugat (fără cuvinte căci nu știam o boabă de engleză și aveam un an de franceză de la școală). Apropo, o tipă din Suedia (toți copii din tabără, din 9 țări, erau de 12 ani), Helen, se cam uita la mine, o blondă, foarte mișto, însă pe atunci nu știam ce e mișto la femei și nu puteam să scot un cuvânt iar mie blondele oricum nu prea îmi plăceau pe vremea aia, mi se păreau niște ciudățenii cu capul lor galben și niciodată nu prea m-am omorât.

Sau poate a învățat să cânte de la mama lui. Odată am văzut la ei un disc pe care scria Gigliola Cinquetti, ceea ce nu m-a mirat prea mult fiindcă s-a vândut tot așa la magazinul Foto Sport și Muzică din centru iar melodia se dădea pe la radio, numele ei, adică mama lui Mihai, vecina și nașa lui soră-mea era Glicheria sau Licherușa în mod familiar. Altă dată am văzut la ei un acordeon similar cu al meu, la care oficial nu cânta nimeni, când s-au arătat stânjeniți, iar odată am venit din vacanță de la liceu și Mihai avea o chitară, la care nu cânta, dar la care i-am cântat eu versiunea studențească a lui Andrii Popa (la chitară am învățat în general singur, la care el se uita cu mare mirare la mine. Am sunat din SUA de câteva ori la ei acasă, dar am putut vorbi numai cu fratele lui, Mihai nu era niciodată acasă. Tatăl lor semăna cu Jean Constantin. Fiind naș pe tren (de obicei făcea acceleratul Iași-Timișoara), era destul de rar pe acasă. Vara făceau fân, mergea la cosit (noi nu aveam pământ, toți am lucrat în praful de la mobilă de vizavi), etc.. Avea două arme de vânătoare din care una cu trei țevi (inspirația din Andrii Popa?) Bunicul meu biologic din partea lui mama, cel care era în Stuttgart în Germania când am fost în tabără lângă Hamburg în 1972 se numea Andrei. În Câmpulung una din văile care duc spre Rarău, care începe dintr-un cartier din centru se numește Valea Seacă. Expresiile din melodii, accentul, poza de pe Mugur de Fluier, toate arată origine bucovineană.

Multe alte povești dar acum mi-e foame și somn fiindcă am dormit puțin, și nu prea am nimic prin frigider, mă duc să văd.

Nicu Covaci?

încă lucrez

2:02 They made a huge amount of dust in the parking lot by the curbs and around the car and they threw some sawdust next to hidrant. Forgot to take a picture, went and vacuumed, by the time the bag was full a guy with a small kid making a big noise came real close getting in the dust. There is still some left, i will take some pictures.

Ok i saw one more in front of the next apartment which is about the same size ad the one at the hydrant was. At the hydrant, the color is the same as the soil, thus hard to see from above. Massive amounts of dust is coming inside, from somewhere, but not from me vacuuming. I used a micro filtration bag.

If i don't go to pick that dust, next Wednesday it will be blown on the buildings by the mowers or if it rains it will get embedded in the grass.

BTW for some reason they moved the screen from the close position and also made dust on the patio.
Parking spots after vacuuming (forgot to take picture before).
3:13 Fourth picture above amounted to 3 bags of 5 pounds each of wet sawdust. Some of it was destined to blow on the building Wednesday and some to ferment on the ground all witer long.

8:52 Got tired of tightening extra connectors of my own design at every trip. But when those get loose, i start having trouble especial with direction at highway speed because voltage for EPS (Electric Power Steering) fluctuates slightly, also got vibrations at the engine, lifter noises and poorer mpg. Today i went and cleaned with alcohol the threads, put the bolts back and added some epoxy adhesive. As you can see in the picture, only the thread made with the bolt itself at the bottom of the hole is actually holding, and that one is also not using the whole surface for contact, but only a percentage. I put some adhesive on  top to prevent unscrewing from vibrations and contaminants including oxygen that oxidizes lead to get in. However, after two years of trials today for the first time a (good) idea came to me and that is to use metal based conductive adhesive in the thread which i should do if this isn't holding.

10:24 Inganare. La pioggia, Gigliola. Capcane în trafic.

Pictures From The Streets 2

05/21/2013 01:51:48 PM BURIAN

Minutes before i took this picture me and this guy passed an accident that happened on Kruse and Bangy. I was on the left lane and he was on the right he tried to avoid some debris from the accident and instead of braking and waiting he crossed into my lane and i saw him right before almost hit me and i pulled the wheel left and avoided the collision. But my surprise was the license plate, again, BURIAN. So i followed him until he stopped but could not get a better picture. With Firefox, if you middle click on the picture, can see (opens in a new tab). (his plate was covered by the dark coat for  photo radar and really hard to read).

January 18

5:37 For some reason, those with modified exhaust also like to idle their cars vehicles tanks in the morning, instead of just leaving. Probably waiting for the engine to heat up so they can defog their windshield. But to me, there's no rush like getting my ears pumped rhythmically like 5 times a second early in the morning for 10 minutes at the time, because they are several, and when one finishes, another one starts.

10:19 It's been more than a month since the app_ointment at DMV where i had to take a VIN inspection, up_lied for a title, registration and custom LPN. Custom, a lorem ipsum one, because last time they gave me one with JKB, and ever since, everywhere i go i see around me only variants, including KGA and things like thad. (And Oregon unlike neighboring California and Washington has very large numbers and letters on the plates!).

200 dollars cost me the option and they gave me a temporary permit that is good for 4 months, waiting for the plates that are coming i think from a firm in Canada that does all Oregon DMV plates. So i stuck the permit on the rear windshield, lower left, as the law says, however, that is an area where the windshield gets fogged and the ordinary paper they printed the permit on gets wet and when i dries it wrinkles and depending on weather, with the fog on top becomes unreadable and attracts cops that follow me for miles during my trips.

11:50/9:50 The guy on the left here i just attempted to (re)match with a Hungarian actor is the leader of the local chapter of Social Democrat Party of Romania in the county immediately south of Bucharest. It is said he is the protector of gangs that terrorize that area and implicitly Bucharest. It is said Police is on their payroll. I saw some of the faces of the gangsmen, that seem to be bodybuilders from Hungary, Romanians (what's left of them, most are gone to work in Europe) seem not be able to understand nobody is building that kinda muscles (which BTW need to be maintained, otherwise they're gone, they melt away in a few months) without many hours a day of work, a rigorous discipline and diet, which gangsters can't possibly follow. Last thing they did, probably not real, though the terror is real, was the killing (on security cameras) of a maxi taxi driver who tried to catch one of them after he punctured one of his tires, closely following my story with the accident on August 21st that started with a punctured tire here at the apartment two days before, a story that seems to have been doubled (meme) like many others. Is this guy Japanese?

One more "upgrade" of the part of blogger (google) i discovered after i re-formatted last paragraph, when all my links have been reset to blogger, prompting those who were not logged in into google to log in, making it look like a phishing attempt. Good thing i discovered it after just a few minutes. But what do you expect, it's free. Anybody remembers when they discontinued g+ and erased thousands of my posts? (not feeling sorry for all of them, some were early garbage, some were not).

3:50 Mold smell up to the roof in the last couple of hours. I went and picked many garbage items from the red carpet around building. When i took them to the bin, i found a fresh dog poo on the asphalt, ready to be smashed and spread all over by a wheel of a car, so i had to go and pick it too with a piece of cardboard that didn't quite work from the first attempt. Now i don't feel like making our daily salad anymore. BTW, had another dysphagia earlier, canned kippers (kinda cooked dry) by the brand Polar from Germany. My stomach was full already but still not satisfied. Mold smell inside, smoked fish smell, gas in my belly and some loud noise outside that started in those seconds i ate, all put together did it. And yes, the (imaginary) Arians in the parking lot at Grocery Outlet (a symbol of german correctitude, where i got the kippers) in Lincoln city were all very upset because of this.

Ordered a part for my car on January 6 on ebay. Apparently the seller was in Korea, they shipped it for free by DHL, been sitting in PDX airport? for 4 days, didn't want to be early?

4:32 If i understand that in the morning they have to heat up the engine to defog windshields, then why the same idling time in the afternoon, usually when one of us is eating?

5:00 Cigarette smoke outside from one of the neighbors. Enough to make me sneeze, inside.

5:06/3:06 E mult timp de când n-am mai scris vreo etimologie a zilei, dar nu mă pot opri să mă întreb. De unde a venit cuvântul culturism în limba română? Un cuvânt care m-a intrigat de prima dată când l-am auzit, mi se părea că eram așa de incult pentru că nu îl știam, și eram atât de prost hrănit ca să nu pot urma îndemnul, o etimologie nefericită din franceză, pentru că francezii sunt mult mai nuanțați și mai școliți (tot ei ne-au dat și tradiția bacalaureatului greu și complicat), îmi imaginez că în mintea lor nu apare așa ușor confuzia lingvistică de tip subliminal între cultură și culturism. Sau poate a fost o strâmbă și pe la ei, ajunsă foarte ușor la noi. În engleză, e bodybuilding, mult (nimic) mai intuitiv. LOL încă una, chiar aici pe pagină "dans un but esthétique"! (Nu găsesc cuvântul în FRET (alta), ca să știu când a intrat în limba franceză).

6:30/4:30 Tocmai spuneam, un pic prea mult pentru mintea noastră bidimensională, eurocentrică! (Am vrut să spun și ex-temporală, dar nu pot fiindcă timpul e o iluzie).

6:41 Talking about eurocentrism. I think i saw this type of ornament before, but this one's got a dharmachakra right in the middle. BTW, had never time to follow this idea. Is Pebber Brown Egon Poka? And this one jut came to me. Was Pebber Brown at one time thin enough to fit in Buckethead's costume?

9:12 From the mailbox. Choc o lot.

It's all about love, always. For this to happen, she should have been born maybe in 1961. Usually birth dates for actors in Hungary are accurate, but who knows for sure. Thing is, she's cute and not very heavy. Cuter in reality, pictures don't make her justice. Wondering how many o...s she had while riding on that pinned horsey ;) or unicorn or whatever by the smile she gave me when i asked her something.

The unicorn gave her the ride just because she was so drunk she couldn't walk the first half of the 10 miles back home. Never in real danger, the whole team with cameras and stuff was probably in the woods nearby. I miss you Posha. And those times. I really do. If only i knew!

About choking. With love. I was indeed feeling kinda weird, daydreaming, when i started to sneeze. Whole area between buildings again flooded with smoke. I tried to step in known areas, but my foot was going to deep, could not seal the holes. So i just grabbed my blue tub and went and scrapped some soil from the higher area near the hydrant, while the small white van with two Japanese guys, always present when i go outside was flashing yellow lights while blocking the area. One dog dragged a woman near me and started to bark, scarying me. Then the guy upstairs, who wasn't here for almost a month, came. I think i know why. Market went down seriously both in the US and Japan after posting the Lakshmi match. Unintended i swear. Angela's got a 401k plan where she lost today 2000 dollars, 2000 more in the previous days.

September 17

7:28 I can't believe i found the song! by Ping ping? & Al Verlane, 1960. He also wrote the song Taka Takata also sang by Joe Dassin. There is a Romanian version by Lucky Marinescu. No birth date, nothing. A bit disappointed. Sucu sucu? Pretty similar to the name for juice in Romanian. Suc.

1:04 Last of the summer wine. Jetstream is blowing like crazy however at the ground level, we have, as pompous Dave Saleski would say, an inversion bringing unhealthy levels of wildfire smokes over Portland area. Anybody checked  the polarity at the intertie this morning?

Gh man queer. 100 rounds fired?3:57 My hip already got better (after some sort of mostly cognitive therapy i imagined myself), yesterday, i walked again with dumbbells, however somebody loosened the battery connectors at my truck as we went as planned to Fred Meyer, after we finally cashed the second insurance check (story later), after almost one month from the accident. In the parking lot i started the fan for a minute, battery was  not charging earlier, and i got stuck with best option to walk home to grab the 10 amps battery starter i used for Hyundai before i fixed the battery connectors right before the accident. So i got home, grabbed the thing and heading back there, over the freeway, with a myriad of scenes in my way here and waiting for me on my way back.

Guess what. I went back with the jump starter and first gave it a try without. The truck started after 50 minutes of battery resting.

6:13 Eddy Helder. Most likely also Japanese.
6:26. Dark and swirls before the rain. Anticipating. It didn't rain in Portland for about 6 months."

Talking about psychosmatic ilnesses. They were so many idols lately in the news dying of weird illnesses (that i knew they were foreing professional actors and didn't really die). Could we be so attached to our gods to contract the same diseases and follow them in sickness and death?
7:51. Forget about Al Verlane, Eddy Helder.

9:40 Nu știu dacă există ceva absolut întâmplător, în seara asta căutam în jurul anilor 80, era normal să-l văd pe tipul ăsta, când m-am gândit că seamănă mai mult cu Drulă decât cel care-l găsisem înainte.

11:29 Ilus stands for illusion. What's the fuss about moving HM's non existent subs to herself.

August 1995

A day i should celebrate. As Yolanda said. Yolanda is a friend of Mart-Maerz-Mârţ family. She and her son came in Oregon just before us. They stayed at the Marts just before us.

With borrwowed money and some little other money i had i went to Tarom with my yellow envelopes with the Green Card Lottery documents to buy two tickets to New York. They only had tickets for a Sunday at the beginning of August. Tarom flight nr. RO13, with a DC10 rented from a Belgium airline replacing the Airbus that crashed at Baloteşti. Captain Michel.

We arrived in New York on August 6. They kept us for 3 hours at the INS. Ron, my new friend from the plane was still waiting for us. With a native american guy. But i already made up my mind. We're still going to Oregon, at my ex-colleague Iulian Mârţ from Bacău. Ron was really disappointed. I still had $600 dollars. (There was a guy in the plane that said he had 100.000 dollars and needed help into smuggling those money through the customs but i refused).

I went to an airline counter in the airport. The price to Oregon, tickets bought on the spot was double of the $600 we had.

So the next day we took the Greyhound, as Iulian told me on the phone. After all i've read the book, Greyhound America. It should have been fun, we're gonna see lots of places. I remember the face of the woman at the counter when i bought the tickets. She gave me a look that in a way defined all that happened later. Bad sign.

Three days, two nights, 8 drivers, 5 buses. And the accident that almost happened that night when i and the guy behind the driver were the only people awake in the bus. The driver fell asleep the bus drifted on the freeway's shoulder and the black guy behind him gently taped him on the shoulder awaking him. He didn't panic and brought the bus back on the second lane. I remember something that really shocked me. He started laughing! Never stopped to catch his breath. Now i know why, the fear of being fired was bigger than his need for a comforting break.

On August 10 there we were, at the Greyhound station in Salem. Veronica was waiting for us, she took a little time from her work at that high tech silicon foundry (i forgot the company name, Wafertech i think), gave me a hug and another bad preview, whispering condescendingly in my ear: Gigi, Gigi... And then she took us directly to the Social Security office in Salem, watched everything we wrote in the applications, went with us at the counter and told the clerk that we're only temporary here... Although we had on the passports the stamp from INS at the airport that said "processed for I551", that is permanent residency... Which i told the clerk in plain English. The Mexican woman at the counter with the passports and applications in her hand looked at me, looked at Veronica, at me again then wrote something on the applications and two weeks later the cards came with the inscription "No right to work" on them. Veronica said something that she had a friend somewhere who's gone help us to get permits for work but the next day under some pretext i secretely went with Angela to Portland (fearing that they wouldn't let us) straight to the downtown Social Security office, i explained them the whole situation, they gave us new applications and in another two weeks new cards arrived, this time the right ones. And i was exercising my signature in English with the first name first on some yellow pieces of papers at the Marts so i could sing the cards...

And since then, daily, hourly and weekly hundreds, or thousands of similar situations... Yesterday i called Oregon State Bar Association asking for a referral. Every once in a while i do so. They asked me what i needed a lawyer for. And i told them, in any area of non-violent crime, i think there is no law that has not been broken in our regards.

And then yesterday at the WinCo store, this younger athletic tall blond guy standing at the other check stand checking in the same time so i could see him, with a 6 inch blade hanging on his waist belt. By the way, for many years after we came here WinCo was called Cub Foods...

And i just remembered while staying at the Marts, one day Veronica received the negative result for her breast cancer test...

And i really made my attempts to work around here... Until August 2000 i had 23 jobs... The longest one year... The shortest one day... Some of them are in the Resume with the link in this blog on the lower left area... But that is another story, hope i will be able to share it here...

08/14/2013:

1996, George's (Hirsovescu) House, Salem, Oregon. Cloe (wife), his daughter, Dan Onu, son-in-law (Boeing), Julian Mart, Angela.

Later i found out he was also associated was Associated with Aristotel Popescu, Iaşi, possibly with Peter Kiss, Portland Oregon.

September 17

2:50 A început sarabanda acoperirilor. Salmoxis a înviat după 4 ani.

8:35 I saw her again yesterday around noon on an alley in the park near the Community Center in Tualatin walking with the phone in her hands like following real time instructions for a cosplay session. She was walking in the same direction with me, i stopped and gave her some 5 minutes head start but she stopped at the CC like waiting for me.

Then she gave me an "eye contact" above glasses with her head down and i saw... a double chin? Maybe it was not her, my eyes are pretty blury these days cause i use the ozone generator on a low setting to get rid of all kinda smells in here. Also was very tired, slept around 3 hours the night before and probably under the influence of the smoke that came back these days after the moles are thriving again due to a rain two weeks ago that turned the grass green.

8:52 By the way, woke up early, there was smoke in the bedroom, went outside and plugged some holes, again by accident i found a blue doggy bag that probably was thrown from that balcony, another one with no bag, oily in the open air next to hydrant, i caught them early, it's 55 degrees (13 C) and cloudy outside, they haven't been hit by sun yet.

I also noticed that when i'm on antibiotics those "pheromones" don't have the same effect on me, could it be they are not pheromons but pathogens like protozoa?

12:20 Camera Defulaților are de fapt mai multe camere iar senatoarea Diana Șoșoaca vă șochează aprinde dragostea imaginația cea bogată ștergându-mi postarea din memoriile dvs..

1:06 Now i know what he's been through...


10:33 Today is September 17, day when i started my first job in the US, as box boy at Sheridan Fruit Co. downtown Portland. More about it here.

Expresia la cheu în port sigur aparține lui Băsescu cui altul (cel ce s-a retras la UE), se referă la România și unde a dus-o el dar eu m-am gândit la ea ca o la o aluzie (lacheu). Credeam ca întotdeauna că era voba de mine (me me me) dar acum când mă gândesc cred că era un mișto groaznic la adresa întregii Românii.

Am mai repostat această imagine, cu șeful Poliției (de atunci, 2018) Bill Steele, care s-a retras în iunie 2022, cu niște copii latino nevoiași din zonă. Am mai scris și alte dăți, nu știu, pe fb, nu mai stau să caut, pe unii din ei (cel puțin doi) i-am văzut pe aici pe la clădire, apăreau mai ales când reparam mașina și se foiau odată sau de două ori prin spatele meu, mergând nu știu unde, de fiecare dată mai înalți.

De mai multe ori m-am abținut să nu intru în conflict cu ei. Câteodată deschideam ușa și unul din ei trecea pe dedesbut ca și cum ar fi știut. După cum am mai spus, când lucram pe la mașină eram high de la ceva fumuri care apăreau pe afară și după ce terminam nu reușeam să-mi amintesc ce făcusem. De fapt și acum sunt dar puțin, cred.

Eu nu cred că cei care treceau erau latino ci niște țigani din Ungaria dați la vreo școală de actorie. Nu știu câți ani puteau să aibă pe atunci. Să zicem 13. Dacia brothers.

Videoul pare a fi din România.

1:20 Got at Chinook Winds around 5:30. Parked on "the roof", wanted to go for a walk on the beach.

Took the shortest way, behind the casino. I went that way several times before. The short bald security guy was by the employees entrance together with more guards, several SUVs. I passed those and i think when i was out of any camera's range they came at me telling me to leave the premises because i am banned and also restarted the count of my six month ban.

I was not aware that i am not allowed in the parking lots as well. Wednesday i was there, Angela went inside, i went all the way to the beach for a walk, then i changed my mind and turned around, met with a guy looking like gen. Petraeus at the end of the stairs, there was a military/veterans event near the casino, several military vehicles on display.

Just before that i went inside and asked the guard at the door if i can go to the restroom and he acted like i asked where is the restroom, posing like he was not aware i was banned.

I am positive that if i didn't wander in the area with no cameras and people they wouldn't have showed cause i was in the car on the highest level of the new parking lot for 10 minute, i saw them there, when i went down the stairs but they were waiting on the ground, let me pass and the followed me behind the casino.

Like in the day when i got into a verbal fight with that Japanese movie director, i ate some very spicy food and was very irritated and i think they knew and were hoping again from a bad reaction from my side of which i was very very near however this time i haven't been drinking in weeks.

However in the last days i have been exposed to a lot of smoke, something that didn't happen in years.

August 30

5:50 It was more than a month ago. The day before i wrote this. The guy looking obvious Japanese was standing next to a cash machine. Actually leaning on it. I asked him to move along so i can cash my ticket. I was pretty drunk and also irritated because i ate something spicy earlier. He looked like he was under some influence either or was simulating.

We started to yell at each other. He did a karate move, while smiling at me (watch the date on the video). I left. One hour after i saw a commotion with several security guards in the area where Angela was playing but do not know the reason.

Later in the parking lot. We were about to leave. Two security guards followed me at the car. One of them asked me for ID. I told him that in US only Police can ID me. He said that "technically here you are in a foreign country". That is according to treaties with Indian tribes and stuff. Then he said that if he called the Police i would be arrested. He didn't say why.

Then i got in the car with Angela and left. One minute later, at Safeway, Angela wanted to drive. She drove all the way home.

I can't remember how many times i was there since that day until last Saturday. At least once, cause i remember the episode when there was this 5 miles long line of cars coming from Lincoln City ending right in front of Spirit Mountain when i took a right coming from Grand Ronde Rd. (went to the convenience store there).

One car left the line and took a left on Grand Rd (i was coming from North on the map) when i was about to make a right, masking the incoming traffic from my left (or East on map on the only available lane) which was a speeding big black pickup with a Japanese driver.

Almost didn't see that one and would have probably been crushed to pieces by it if i took that right. The accident would have blocked the only lane available for an ambulance and i would have probably died an excruciating death.

I know in that day i drove to Lincoln City and went to Chinook Winds. Can't remember now how many times i went between the incident with the guy leaning against the cash machine and last Saturday (25) but i would guess every weekend.

Last Saturday again i went in there (call it routine or ritual) played for one hour at a poker machine in a corner like i usually do when i first go there, didn't loose or win much, when one of those little security guy looking Japanese from the parking lot and a tall older guy looking Hungarian with the name Jerry on his badge came at me, asked for my ID, they wanted to follow them to the security room, which i declined, and then told me i was banned from the Casino for 6 months, for the incident on July 23rd, after going there at least 3 more times since.

But it wasn't only that. I went around looking for Angela and they came after me and told me i have to page her from the security desk next to main entrance instead of searching her which i did. Then we walked through the whole casino all the way to the elevators that lead to the new parking lot with them following from two different directions, from a distance.

One more thing. When i entered the casino Saturday, or the day i was banned (can't remember precisely if it was Friday or Saturday but it think i was Saturday August 26 and i was parked on the highest level on the new parking lot, because the main one was occupied with a car show, i usually avoid that parking which i very convenient, because of the very high signal from the tower near were the Grocery Outlet store is), i saw on the left at the first machine you see on the left when you enter from that direction a guy with an unusual big head i saw in one of Alexa's videos and he was kinda staring at me, like waiting for me to recognize him (trying to see if i can find that tik tok clip).

I took this picture on August 11, so this is one more time i can prove i was there but probably went one or two more times until last Friday August 25. Then why ban me one month after the incident and after i went there several more times?

6:50 I think it was this guy, saw him briefly at the end of one of her clips then it disappeared, should have took a screenshot instead of just staring at his picture, and the account now shows private and can't see or show his face no more.

7:30 Today an idea came to me and i did some searches to confirm it. Infections are common with cancer and until recently they have been considered opportunistic but some started to ask themselves if they are not the cause. Since i have seen so many lies about so many things and the faces of the impostors everywhere i started to ask myself if this is another case of suppressing information for some reason like human sacrifices to the goddess Kali on a planetary scale or simply destroying the sinners (godless) of this world or both.

They might be as well common or not so well known bacteria.

Cause if so cancer could be treated with a longer course of antibiotics, like TB. Could this be the reason antibiotics are not sold over the counter in most countries? So they can control us, infect those who want to get rid of and then give them fake treatments that don't work like surgery, chemo and radiation?

8:43 Didn't know! However i know that now, after WWII, somehow they got to control the whole of Romania (can ask the soviets how that happened) and nowadays 8 million people out of theoretically 20 have already left because of lack of jobs, infrastructure (freeways) and crazy acting leaders and media.

11:11 Urmărind clipul de pe tik tok (ca și cum profesioniștii de la b1 nu ar avea un server să pună acolo un video) ne dăm seama că acele șuruburi nu sunt esențiale în susținerea podului ci doar a șinei de protecție (și poate nici acolo, din cauza tipului de îmbinare perfect) iar ascultând comentariile ne dăm seama că podul e încă în construcție. Chestia cu șuruburile a fost selectată special în legătură cu ce am văzut acum două zile pe google maps.

Dar s-ar putea să aibă legătură și cu faza asta, constructorul fiind japonez. Apropo, cifra 9 este asociată și cu zeița.

E posibil ca și constructorul să vrea să ilustreze imposibilitatea de a pune piulițe la un asemenea tip de îmbinare (pe care nu am inventat-o eu), ceea ce este fals. Piulițele se pot suda puțin pe partea din interior din fabrică la capetele profilului pătrat, sau lipi cu adeziv, doar pentru a păstra poziția și preveni învârtirea în timpul înșurubuării după care pot prelua toată forța de strângere.

7:45 I am trying right now to find a guy i saw for a few seconds more than a month ago. Closest i could find so far but i'm not done. Shinobu written 史靖. The ironic part is... you guessed it. Shinobi written 忍び is the old word in Japanese for ninja written 忍者.

9:00 Santinelă și patrulă... Nimeni (din politicieni) în România nu poate face nimic din cauza celorlați.

9:42 The Six Kalimas and a didgeridoo. Does he turn and then do they make a wheel moving like a clock symbolizing time passage? Kali Bali? 

Time, Calend, calendar, call...

10:52 Talking about etymologies... Is it possible that Shinto may come from Hindu...

March 12

5:20 You can't stay in your apartment because of smoke and dust and noise and dog poop. Can't wait to leave for a wonderland like a 1000 or 2000 machines casino where you get lost. Get tired driving, by the exhaust of cars in front driving under speed limit. Do weird things to the car (because they messed with it at Ilany), probably under influence from smoke at home that last hours, after 5 days mostly inside and then getting really upset. Play a little, get more tired in a place with mind and alertness analyzing capabilities.

And then they pop in front of you. With slightly different looks, ages older then you know them from videos, just to prove you don't have any reaction. Zelenskyiv with a mask. Who knows  how many others. At Spirit Mountain, they cut the free internet so "i can get tipped" (I payed for unlimited data about a week ago, but to my surprise, the new plan will start on... 18). It's in their reach. It's what they do, calculate and trick everybody on this planet. I don't think we will ever get rid of them, how could it be possible cause we leave in their simulation. But what is their purpose? Just in case i die in an accident on my way home, to claim they did it, magically? Truth is they have some. Magic. Postures, gestures that just like true yogi, if you look at them could get your intestinal transit blocked. But only if under some influence, like dog poop that already does things to your body. Got palpitations for a week now. If i have a heart attack or stroke they will say they did it.

5:27/3:27 M-am gândit și așteptat aprox 12 ore cum să scriu fraza asta când ajung acasă. România a avut garanții de securitate mult mai serioase decât o discuție în doi. Tratate semnate și evident respectate după, încă înainte ca România să existe ca stat independent. Bine pe atunci statele erau altceva, lumea, diplomații din toate țările erau din elite (nobilime) școlite la Paris, exista noțiunea de onoare și în general toată lumea a fost altceva înainte de 1908 sau când s-a întâmplat fenomenul numit Tunguska, și invenția radio-ului și mult mai târziu, după al doilea război, a televiziunii, creatoarea de gură cască ce suntem. Pe scurt. Fără Rusia creștină și războiul ei cu turcii, România nu exista.

România, un stat încă tânăr, deși provinciile au existat de milenii, românii nu au experiența politică a altora și de asta ei cred în tot ce se spune.

5:51/3:51 Doi pași pe pasarelă (Két lépés a függőhídon) este titlul cărții cu copertă albastră a lui Imre Babics, un scriitor ungur de origine ucraineană (da, cu cercel, într-o ureche). Și astfel se explică felul cum arată domnul președinte. Dacă nu aveți altceva mai bun de făcut, alegeți-l, închinați-vă, credeți-l.

11:10 Maybe because of this?

11:38 Upstairs. Coming back home when i opened the news. Squeaking when i read certain news or when i decide to post something.  Heavily influencing. Yeah, it worked. I forgot what i wanted to write. Truth is, i got really, really sick, a bit more than a week after he came back. He disappeared mysteriously, for more than a month, with car left in the parking lot (he did it several times in the last few months). They even started to pop in front of me on the streets cars with his letters part of his LPN, like wanted to say, i have something to do with his "disappearance". But he came back. Actually i believe he was still around, in a different apartment, using a gray window tinted window Toyota. Electrifying and raising dust with his shoes when he climbs the stairs above my door and then agitating the electrified dust with audible and ultrasonic squeaks, by ancient ninja techniques. It could be him. But if i re-open the news, i will certainly find something to write about. Cause it's all a big mess.

Yeah, another face i saw yesterday at one of the casinos, can't remember in which. It's all like a dream (nightmare) to me (slept 4 hours, me i can't sleep in weekends and Angela only can sleep after going there). Heaven's Gate and Hell's Flames... not sure, was the name of a program at the Beaverton Nazarene Church meant to bring in more members, where pastor Dennis Swift was singer Meat Loaf and where i befriended Shawn Parker (later General Petraeus) and auto mechanic Dave Diggins (Tom Cruise).

My glucometer quit working. Also, wanted (thought of) to get at the car to get the voltmeter to find a couple of batteries for the weather station sensor that quit working, but they promptly brought kids.

12:54 Putain!

1:18 Cooked some food. I just bought a chef's knife on Amazon, i knew the brand cause Angela had an utility knife for years that never needed sharpening. But the thing is so sharp i'm afraid to use it. Went at the car to fix some stupid things i've done myself. When i was under the influence of the smoke. Within 10 minutes all kids and teens passed by. Came back inside to let another group pass. Here he's waiting with squeaks.

3:35 "President Putin claims in the .midst of war, the entire military infrastructure has been destroyed"