8:00 Munchies. A snack brand that is built on a common English verb. To munch. Which is familiar for chew. Wanted to double check before posting and i wish i didn't cause i ran into a different trouble than the one i wanted to talk about. Depending on how you ask google, you may get different answers. (Will take some time for me to settle on this one as well).
Nevermind google changed (again) on me. That is while i was writing the above, the search result for "munch" changed. When i first searched for "munch", i got the result i now get with "munch slang".
Ok so i kinda lost momentum and inspiration however now that i already invested two paragraphs into it, i will finish it (also because i wanted many times to do it but i did not have a device ready as i opened most snack bags on the road somewhere).
Munchies by Frito Lay is a mix of several known type of snacks, featuring Doritos, pretzels, Cheetos and a few others. It comes in plain "Cheese fix" or hot spicy version as well. (Don't get too carried, there are only traces of cheese in those).
Doritos is by far the most popular snack in the US and it goes well with pretzels. Pretzels temper the spiciness of Doritos and Doritos bring more flavor to the bland pretzels. Cheetos in munchies don't feel so much like cheating (on your mouth) anymore.
As i said now i don't know how to put this in a more literary way so i will say it plainly.
You have to be real careful when you open a bag of any of these snacks. Ideally use some good sharp scissors. Otherwise the bag will tear very easily all the way to the bottom and every time i did that i asked myself if this is not yet another weird stupid marketing strategy. Cause it accelerates dramatically the munching of the snacks in the torn bag obviously for fear of not spilling them while those tasty little things are mostly empty calories.
8:32 Something i'm made for. A different kinda music that takes my breath away. Literally. Was i made for something else than eating and sleeping or the crazy little thing called love?
1:15 Little thing. Pește de post. Poate într-o zi vă veți da seama cum vă iau ăștia mințile. Cine poate să verifice la Murgeni, Vaslui că e adevărat ce spun ăștia.
1:60 Last night i did laundry and cooked the ham. There was much heat inside. i had to open the patio door. Litter dust came inside (that didn't happen in a long time). Because of it my face, my throat was burning. The doubling, after i complained about spilled litter in front of the building and the trail on the alley. As a result but also because of the noise upstairs Angela could not sleep and she came early from work.
At work they ask her again to train the deaf-mute on a product she didn't do much before (would have meant to follow the documentation and train) and she declined as she was too tired then finishing the work she started yesterday.
The big man, Steve was out in vacation and his replacement was Sergey, the white righteous Russian who treats Angela in similar ways. Together with the "Vietnamese" sisters. How many times i wrote on fb about the "sisters"?
The result. Another screwed up holiday like all holidays and weekends.
Like at all her and my jobs before. These are not jobs, but punishment squads. I would have quit 1000 times if i was her like i did before (i had a total of 23 jobs in the US). But she is a tough little woman.
All because a bunch of lunatics in the US (a few millions or more) think we are Zoia and Nicu Ceaușescu. To keep the loonies on the path started by "Pacepa".
More doubling. They came with the blowers. I measured once 70dB inside with an app on a phone. But will the collect the leaves?
3:27 Every time i get religious (i put a few recipes though i do not fast) they give me the horny dust.
7:00 But maybe it was only me who i was surrounded by a bunch of people that had "missions" in screwing me up. Influencing, mostly making me saying things, making a fool out of me as i grew up in a bubble created by those.
That's why i'm saying, maybe my life was completely different then otters'.
I wanted to say a few words about how my previous life was. The one before "del mezzo di camin" when i crossed the ocean.
Everything was calm and predictable. For decades all people had jobs and a cheap quality place to live in. However in the end, sadly, nothing much to do.
The industrialization that took place after WWII was reaching the end of its life cycle in the bubble created by the iron curtain. Everything in the world has evolved but we were stagnating. Many of the numerous production factories were creating gigantic backlogs of stocked products.
Everything was dictated by the party but the party and the party members were just a bunch of ambitious idiots and their only care was to get dwellings, food and everything better than others. They had no knowledge on how the world has evolved and didn't need or wanted to know. They thought everything would stay the same forever.
Nowhere to sell our outdated products and nobody from the outside world didn't want to buy nothing from us except for food. So we went in a food crisis.
Most of us has beaten that by getting food from their relatives left in villages. They didn't have much land, which was all caught in the cooperatives and state farms that were selling for very cheap prices, and it was all going to export to make currency to pay the debt created by the last wave of imports of machinery in the 70s. Just a little around the houses that they couldn't take away. With that they were able to raise a few animals.
But above all there was the boredom. Nothing was on TV except old movies and HIM, a couple of hours a day. They stopped bringing in new movies after Star Wars. The domestic movies where plainly stupid. And then the video players started to be smuggled in but the smugglers were bringing only the stupid stuff like sex comedies.
So we the men of communist Romania were spending lots of times in bars and restaurants. Restaurants didn't have any food but beer and liquor. But me again i had a special entourage.
They were so many engineers at the production factories that they didn't have anything to do. Me out of curiosity have managed to bring in from Bucharest some computers that weren't far from the ones in the west. However nobody knew what to do with them and how to use them. So i voluntarily out of curiosity and boredom dived for 8 hours a day into the universe of computer languages and operating systems and stuff and i even succeeded in making some useful programs (apps).
By doing so i managed to scare a lot of people who were thinking they will lose their privileges of abusing their position of getting more money to the workers by falsifying documents and getting bribes for it and to me that was kinda fun LOL.
As i said we (me) was spending most afternoons and evenings in the so called restaurants, drinking barrels of beer and talking non sense. Not knowing what the world has become, or what we have become we were imagining things and talking hypothetically, mixing casual with important and facts with fiction.
But it seems the world i came in is not much better. There is freedom and access to knowledge but most people don't really know what to do with it and there is no time for it and they are living with the constant fear of losing jobs and not having money for mortgages and cars. Most of them that is. And the housing is terrible.
So this is who i am. When talking with me you will never know when i speak hypothetically and when i can really grasp some of the surrounding reality or just guessing but i became good at it because that is all i've done all my life. I am a broken person coming from a broken world surrounded again by people with missions trying to make a fool out of me. Everything i put here are just reactions to it and first hand "insider" testimonies. The obvious contradictions and things did not match my dreams.
8:02 Reply to @. Not everything in this world is related to (sex and) money. For that i was waiting for 12 hours? Is she part of the same making fool entourage?
BTW i used again some of the decongestant i bought at WinCo but they beat that by pumping in here cigarette smoke. Though i miraculously slept 6 hours, waking with no palpitations, they managed to create some right now after i watched a video and cigarette smoke was pumped in here with vibrations from an exhaust.
BTW i was thinking these days. The Pacepa myth. Theoretically "Pacepa" "defected" in the 70s coming here with all the big secrets of Soviet Union and communist block and wrote a book. But he is nowhere to be seen or heard. The second book was co-authored with a casino lawyer which made me believe he wrote the first one also.
Nobody in Romania (except for English teachers who were also outdated and teaching basics from a version of English from England (maybe) as we were only taught stupid outdated things in schools) was speaking English, especially the idiots from the party. How about writing. Impossible. You have to be immersed in a culture for a long time to be able to write like that.
The Soviet Union was not beaten by Pacepa. The Soviet Union was scheduled to be put down as non-functional. Probably as functional as North Korea. When you are looking at ridiculous images with minimalist command posts of Kim in the fields you should imagine all those big screens and rockets shown at parades are coming from a well established economy with a matching infrastructure.
Why they opened up China for world trade and millionaires party members? Because they didn't want it to have the fate of Soviet Union.
11:03
12:00 There's been what i thought cigarette smoke from upstairs in here all morning, however smoke slowed my reactions to almost none and i was eating my noodles soup in that moment and it still stinks in here and never finished cleaning the apartment. But definitely not 5'3" and not seen before as i thought. Black hair? Looks a bit like Ayesha which sends me back guessing.
11:22 Ok so the holes at the roots of the little trees next to the closest garages are actually rat burrows, not moles...? Never seen the first door open... Can't remember now... Smoke from number 4 and gas smell cover some other stuff, right?
1:00 Cu câteva minute înainte de a posta eu video-ul de mai sus. Oare de unde au știut? Homo sapiens de seară.
2:35 Internal Afaris. Do you stress out when you think?
Ok i lost a few paragraphs while typing. I must have typed too fast and touched a number of keys i wasn't supposed to in fast sequence. Now i will try and re-write those.
I knew it. That's why i googled it. Thinking and stressing don't mix. Why would your thoughts follow a different path than the one thought in family or school. Why would you try to end up doing things differently when everything is ready for you in this life, if you make the right choices.
Talking like Fred Mercury. I made a few mistakes and wrong choices, always encouraged by others, but i still pay way too much for those. Or like David Gilmour. I don't need their thought control.
I believe you start developing this thinking pattern when you feel something's wrong. It's a natural response. I always felt something was wrong in my life and never knew why. By example i had no idea the math teacher in school was Liz Taylor and made every effort to understand. Only she wasn't teaching, she always had this book she was reading from. As a result, i always had trouble with math and in college i failed the exam several times and i almost got kicked out.
How much stress i put in when i found myself alone in a room in building A of A.I.Cuza University of Iași, in front of a green computer monitor compiling my first programs in Fortran 4 or 77 whatever. Not knowing how to use the libraries, i build from scratch subroutines for multiplying, adding, whatever matrices. I spent many hours alone in front of that terminal until i got it somehow. It was all based on stress.
Pretty much like everything i ever done after. It payed out cause before i left Romania i was making money with programming. Not knowing of course who i was working for. Like the accountant of my last customer was Malin Berggren from Ace of Base.
They know very well that. The enemies who raised me up and brought me all the way here. So they developed this system trying to prevent me thinking. Under the pretext that thinking under stress is not healthy but also maybe because i'm polluting the Universe with my stress thinking or who knows what else pretext, maybe linked to Scientology, they put this feedback on me.
They record and analyze every of my thoughts or maybe just stress level with some sort of wireless e-meter and every time i'm stressing out they start making some noise. And of course, they wouldn't have to use humans for that, if only for precision. They just bring in some stepping robots, maybe fromCorvallis, maybe from something else.
I woke up at 5, was feeling sleepy at 8. Exactly when i went to bed he started his morning routine. I fell asleep maybe 5 times until 9:20 when i got out of bed. He left but then she started.
When i went out the first time, under a pretext, i went and looked from the yard in the upstairs apartment. For the first in months the blinds were cracked and i could see a silhouette of woman, looking like a world class actress. Now what would a woman like that do in a place like this, squeaking and stomping for hours.
The temperature outside is 92 degrees and upstairs or under the roof is probably the same but she was doing it for at least 4 hours today or until i wrote the first time (and lost those paragraphs). And then stay all day inside in that inferno with no AC with no car in the spot to move around. My guess is she only showed when i looked, otherwise she goes around the corner or in the next apartment through the attic and the robots are doing the job.
I remember when i first moved here. Upstairs there was a guy resembling Pacepa and maybe Cornel Patrichi, and one day i had an idea and tied a super-magnet to a wire and did rotate it real fast in circles almost touching the ceiling and then i heard a big commotion and i was noise free for two weeks. I guess it was an early version with some magnetic sensors and must have knocked those out.
So i just left, thinking for a walk, buying some stuff from WinCo (had a list). Second thing waiting for me in the alley (will skip the first, too complicated).
Yeah i know the alley is at an angle. The reason they call it Rolling Hills (maybe). A Penske truck flashing yellow lights with a trailer behind. It will be there for several hours, blocking one way of the alley. Penske for pansy. It's really easy to rent one of those and then abuse others with the name of the brand. Whenever wherever is handy.
So i passed it. However in the parking lot at the street. There was this tall enough guy with white hair reminding from behind of Biden. He was patrolling in the lot, i only saw him from behind. So i went on 65 then on Nyberg. But the park's parking lot was full because of the urban camp and i went further to the Community Center.
However just before i reached it i realized i forgot to look at the sign at the door (a couple of empty plastic bottles that set every time i close the door in a different position). So i came back only to see the man again patrolling, like preventing me to get in that parking lot though i never had the intention. But this time i saw him from front. It wasn't Biden.
So i just went back, entered inside, verified a couple of things, in the deafening noise of squeaks and stomps from upstairs and left again.
At the community center there was a guy in the street with a didgeridoo (blower) making a big noise and dust that made me sneeze. After i passed the man, on the wide concrete "trail" i felt quite ok under the shade of the big trees on the bank of the river until i saw the praying mantis. The praying mantis is a tall woman with thin legs and arms i see sometimes in the park. So thin i am afraid she is going to fall at every moment.
With shorts and stuff, her legs are a couple of inches thick at the thighs. As tall as me, she was talking very loud at the phone. "I love you"! "I will see you tomorrow!" she said when i passed her. It is not the first time i thought she was the wife of Henry Kissinger. Only this time i was committed to write and remembered when i got in front of the laptop.
It is .5 miles concrete trail.
Near the other end i met with a guy with a whitish middle size curly hair. He went the other way and i caught up with him when his dog pooped and he didn't pick. Right from behind came the mantis, like to spoil the moment. Later in the parking lot at Fred Meyer (Kroger) i parked next to a blue car that has this SPOILER KING sticker on a side, with LPN PDG something.
WinCo quit years ago to bring spring water. So i have to buy it from somewhere else. Today i went at Fred Meyer and bought 6 gallons of Crystal Geiger with red and blue labels. But the bottles have a different shape. They are long and narrow, figuring a newborn baby. They used to have pieces of tapes figuring handles but those are gone either so you can only grab them by the neck where the lid is. Never would have thought of that but at the Fred Meyer at the check-stand did not want to take them from the cart one by one.
So i called the captain attendant and he said he cannot do the magic thing of multiplying the scanned item by 6. So he took one of them in his arms like one would take a baby and scanned it 5 more times, doing moves like rocking the baby and stuff.
Ok so i left for WinCo. On I5, the show. A guy with again a blue car with the word JeDUN on it. Romanian word Jidan deriving from the Hungarian word Zsido is offensive in Romanian but not in Hungarian. While i was taking the picture the guy with a van saying Student driver on it moved from the lane on the left in front of me and then they all slowed suddenly. I honked and from the right came this big semi, overloaded with something that came half foot into my lane, but i already put the camera away getting ready to exit.
On 72 right before WinCo. First i saw again for the 1000 time the logo. Then i got behind this guy. Pick something brown? But look at the LPN of the guy next to him.
Yeah i know. If you take any of the scenes above separately it wouldn't mean nothing. But when they happen one after other, in sequence, starting with the lack of sleep, they all come in the same pattern.
5:45 Angela told me last night they walked for one hour in the bedroom, after midnight. Back and forth, with no apparent reason.
7:10 I am psychologically dependent on cigarettes. Back in the day i used to take the edge of stress with a cigarette. Since i can't anymore i drink instead. But the effect of drinking is not so immediate and instead lasts for hours.
7:12 About the washer. It works with the new clutch and stuff but the rpm for spinning is much higher and the thing is out of balance, maybe the springs, i just don't know what else to do, it vibrates like crazy.
Should have asked them to replace it which in the end i would do since the thing is 20 years old.
However i learned important things about those. The hose inside and outside was full of slime. As soon as i get behind it i start having chills. I removed the slime, a little bit fell on the floor and now the whole apartment stinks. That stuff is grease and dirt from laundry that escaped detergent and got stock in the plies of the hose and is so virulent it gets you sick right away. I remember at Fox Pointe in Vancouver when i went crazy the first time the apartment was next to the laundry room, at Sussex the same.
This things, no matter the brand, after about one year of using or less got slime in the evacuation hoses and in between the walls of the basket assembly and are a health hazard, even if you keep them in the garage.
7:44 So they stopped upstairs, now there is a big base coming from outside. Can't record it the frequency is too low.
11:22 I was ready to go to bed. I put some earplugs when he climbed the stairs. Now "he" stomps heavily, maybe 2 or 3 times i would with my weight.
11:32 I also noticed he climbed and started when i closed the sliding door so i opened it again and he stopped. It may be the door keeps the noise inside so it can't be heard by others. However now there's some dust in the air. A very loud base started in a car outside.
9:46 Dacă nu s-a schimbat, teoria relativității se predă în România în anul II la orice facultate tehnică. Este momentul când studentul înghite gălușca și devine complice cu sistemul.
Mulți se gândesc că e ceva transcendental și/sau magic la fel ca matematica din spatele ei, însă oricine cu ceva matematică poate numai de liceu în ghiozdan poate s-o... am vrut să spun înțeleagă, dar nu e ceva de înțeles, trebuie acceptată.
În România se predă la toată lumea ca un fel de vaccin cred, ca cei care învață matematică în facultăți să nu devină curioși mai târziu în viață când nu le atârnă cariera de acceptarea ei și să descopere adevărul.
Poate de asta Biden a ales acum momentul să ușureze 804 000 persoane din US de împrumuturi din perioada studenției, aproximativ 50 000 dolari de căciulă.
1:24 I spoke too much about energy and stuff and my laptop's 65 W charger i bought 2 months ago broke too and forced me out for a couple of hours. I went to the computer, wanted to listen to a song, started the bluetooth, the music was kinda loud, but not really, maybe barely audible (bass) from outside, the Japanese child actors came into place.
4:16 It took me almost an hour to get at the laptop to write what just happened. Because when Angela comes from work, especially Fridays, i have to stay in the kitchen and cook for her. She would not accept anything else, like food from the fridge or anything.
There is this guy at work whose name is Steve Eaton, as the company, Eaton, who acts as her supervisor and he is a professor of modern history at a university in Hungary and i think he is also a psychologist and knows how to manipulate her for a whole week so when she comes home she is somebody else and usually it lasts through the whole weekend.
Earlier today i deep fried fish and chips and i turned the AC around and set it as a fan so it blows air over the oil smell however i forgot to set it back to AC and i just turned it around and forgot to start the compressor (set it on cool) and i also did laundry and outside is 95 degrees and it was getting hotter and hotter in here and when Angela came i was telling her the story and then i suddenly realized and went outside to set it.
But people in here monitor every of my moves and thoughts. Probably by the time i opened the door this unidentified bearded guy already started to come down the hill towards the yard and passed me while i was bent onto the AC trying to read without glasses the settings on the dial.
More than this, in a few seconds he turned around to pass one more time and this time there was one more guy with him, the one who looks like Nile Rodgers from Daft Punk, i talked about before, he is floating around day and night, i think now he's got another white van, and they were both staring at my butt in disgust as they passed. Don't get me wrong, i was fully dressed.
Should they have passed at any other time of the day except for those seconds, they would have seen nothing. Nobody was here all day except the Japanese child actors and one more person with her dog. And the Japanese women with two little girls with the black car in the other spot when i first set the AC but they came from the alley.
Now i saw and heard a couple came upstairs to do the checklist for the apartment and she looks like a heavy person. First it was one guy only, with a goatee with a leasing assistant and they climbed while i stepped in the kitchen (out of sight from the big leaving windows) and went back down when i went at the laptop so i gave up and went and finished Angela's meal. But that was my mistake, for not writing in time the paragraphs with the AC.
In half more hour the assistant came with a big woman to do the checklist. It will be one more hell of a ride after all the others i caught here in 7 years that started with Mihai Pacepa, Dick Cheney, Rodney Dangerfield, Mihai Fifor, Chris Jacobson, Frankie Adams and now this yet unidentified Japanese looking heavy woman butt i believe it wouldn't have happened if not for what i described above with bending to set the AC while being "casually" or even "sought for" watched. Action and reaction. (Faked, tricked up) karma coming back at me.
And BTW one more thing. The Japanese believe it is bad luck to go to war without being sexually satisfied. So they had these comfort women, usually Chinese but also Korean for that and i believe them. I think it has something to do with integrating in a plane of resonance with a woman. Cause EM vibrations exist on all variety of wavelengths and some could be used by humans, other beings for communications while our conscience (soul whatever may be of cuantic nature).
So they would do anything possible to prevent their enemies or in this case, their targets to have real sex. For that, they first tried to mutilate me during a visit in the ER and then succeeded with Angela with wrongly directed radiation during "cancer" therapy in 2004.
5;30 I tried to look for some proof for what i said as i belief is one of the most important consequence of what i discovered, or the planes of resonance. Not because of the future but of the past. I heard on numerous occasions and i know about directly from my experiences, people may experience communications on long or short distances, other by semantic means, noises, radio waves, light etc., or direct brain to brain communications.
For short distances it may be very well vibration, or seismic which may he either acoustic of by means of gravity waves.
But let's first analyze what google brings.
When we talk about great yogis of the past we cannot suspect them of faking. Stories thousands of years old are less likely to be faked. More than this, words. Citta or inner mind. It is present in the hRdaya sUtra in a slight different meaning aimed at (my translation). It is present in interviews done by real doctors (surgeons) to real yogis. Sorry for the unhappy coincidence with the English word cheat.
Didn't i say in my last post about the single void disturbance, that dimensions may not exist, while we perceive them as such are actually action, reaction and time of reaction of the first or single manifestation of void? But what the yogi is saying is beyond manifestations or planes of resonance. He is talking about the void itself. And he is talking about all these things from the past all yogis did agree and agree to this day and this can't be a trick.
I am interested mostly because i know Buddha after giving up his princely status went o India to study with yogis and must have known, if there was some, and ninja must comes with all Buddhist knowledge.
Would have been a dead end like many others if i didn't find out about Ramarujan, another self thought Indian genius mathematician. On the same list with Bose, from whose name the word bosons came from. Not that i believe they exist anymore. Not as matter. It is said he described black holes. Don't know how at that time but i believe they can be easily created.
It was a time, maybe even during the short lifetime of Ramarujan when one single person could cover the whole science of math. But because of him and others, who created and publicized hundreds and thousands of theorems, creating numerous branches, at the present math can be studied only as a small fraction in a lifetime.
For that reason many may give up studying math after school, thinking like me, it is too much anyways for one person if he/she didn't have anything else to do. However it turns that the math behind most fundamental things in Universe is not that complicated.
For that reason, we have this giant particle accelerator near Geneva, called the most complex machine ever built and only a few on this planet know or understand what is for.
11:08 Thou shalt not hurteth the oil. This is not funny anymore.
I knew for a long time they get in here while i'm gone. The oil in the deep fryer is now several shades more brown than as i left it and the fries came bitter. I have a sign at the door but they can beat it, given enough time (They open and close the door enough times until it comes in the same position. Or they have a different way of entering).
The guy from upstairs asked permission to clean the balcony. Now the balcon looks like a... Though the paint was gray (who paints a table, i saw it in his balcony)in that color?). I now remember what he did last summer.
I am familiar with this type of imitating the adults. Small children sometimes like to repeat your words or gestures to pay back the annoyance of hearing adult people having conversations and not understanding. But from a country of adult people that are bound to controlling the world, this isn't funny anymore.
BTW last night i drove for a while behind this old Jaap that was modified and turned into a pickup that was stinking really bad. I think it was making me very tired. Passed him and fought him not letting him pass again. The next street i took was empty for all i could see, a mile, but i don't know where from, here came this Japanese looking guy who wanted to cross and he would have crossed without me seeing him first (he probably came from the field or from behind some trees) if it wasn't for the Police car that was coming from a side street. Here maybe, with Police car where that car is, google car did it backwards, i was on the other side. He stopped, surprised, short of getting in my way.
Somebody please tell them. Nobody can control the world, like the weather, with gigantic supercomputers and microwave actuators (Yes, they use cell phone towers for very locaI weather "effects", Gaconna station for US level, etc). For a few weeks in a row, every weekend was hot, the snow was melting in the passes only during weekends, were sacrificing the other days so they can do their show with us on the desert beyond Mount Hood, where several times i almost lost it.
In a free world every person is a universe. Unless you enslave them all with kryptonite (their cell phones) and then you can control them, like in Ancient Egypt.
11:45 I think i feel weird after eating those fries.
12:30 Getting in my way, to pretend. I wanted to hose the balcony where the paint is and this corner of the building, to be able so install the AC. He/she/it came "home" "from work" in reality from the other roles he/she/it assumes during daytime, i'm kina hesitating cause he can pretend whatever. Now it opened the patio door upstairs. If i don't hose it dust from the AC is going to fly away in the yard. At least in the first day or so.
2:24 So i left in frustration, went for a walk, though it was very hot. Though i'm all hot, my hands are cold because of perspiration, for cooling the whole body. Which means the infection is creeping back. At Walmart they started to deny again my Barclay card though it worked for a while. I bought oil, bandaid and soda. Came home only to see a small uHowl van in his spot.
What i wanted to tell during my walk. The cops know what's happening. Proof is last night. They stopped the man from crossing. Or it was all simulated. In all cases, they know.
What this guy did to me in two and a half years or so is enough to put him in prison for the rest of his life. Yet he gets away (from this identity). Am i happy? I'm not happy cause it's not going to change anything. They are going to bring someone else, like from the beginning, doing pretty much the same stuff. The first guy i saw in here, the old man, though they were a few playing the same role (when showing) looked like Pacepa. Saw him clearly during a dysphagia episode when he came in front of my car (i drove myself to ER), looking down at me with an expression like saying. Now die!
Soon enough Romanian choreographer looking like him (Romanian my a...) who could have been him because they need to be athletic to walk that much, died unexpectedly (or retired in his original ID in Hungary whatever). Before he left i think it was Dick Cheney himself, and before that, a comedian from Seattle (Dangerfield) etc..
Now he's playing the moving scene, with the same old squeaking and hitting heavy objects.
BTW when i came. The small dog from next door came charging at me, twice. It done it before, but in a very smart way. The moment i reached in my pocket for the camera he went away like nothing happened. In the mean time i lost a full minute before looking at the sign (when i left to park the truck). He was around, everywhere, loading his van.
BTW when i backed to move the van an old white police car (Ford Crown Victoria) crept at my back and blocked my way and they wouldn't move until another guy completely backed up and left. As i said before, in this complex all driving rules are different.
3:34 Yeah i was expecting something like that. Every time i was opening the door, he was in front of me. Could not finish the AC because he moves on top of me from main door to balcony door and back. He just threw a couple of wheels from his car in the yard (the only time i ever talked to "him" i told him i bought one of my wheels from a junkyard, but it was from the same type of car and then he bought four wheels online but they didn't match the car and he kept those in the balcony) .
Could one of them have fallen on my head. What do you think now, Police. Ok i might have talked to him briefly one or two times after. Yesterday at the door. On two occasions including yesterday he had the zipper of "his" pants open.
A while ago i found a tire in the same area.
BTW just remembered something. At Walmart an Indian guy (from India) with his model girlfriend was pushing a bicycle (with a tag still attached to it) on the food isles where i was going.
3:45 Ok i just saw him picking back one of the wheels from the grass.
3:57 He slammed the door of his van, i thought it was Angela, went to open the door, he was in my face again.
4:13 The van is gone, Angela is overdue for half hour.
4:18 Angela is here, dead tired, she almost fell asleep in a road block that lasted half hour.
4:49 Four. Christmas in July. A plecat Santa in Islanda să inspecteze elfii.
5:47 Masters of blues (yes i had a few drinks). Fender and Gibson, dueling. The thrill is here. Never seen Eric so concentrated on the scene trying to keep up with his master Joe but i always thought is easier to play with a pro because he's so inspiring. He's got a slightly better voice though. Trying to figure how much is practice and planning and how much improvisation. BTW, a question for those who never listen to live music. What instrument is playing the black guy jumping around next to the two white bluesmen and what is his role.
8:56 How much force to fret a guitar string. That is, to push it down to the metal fret so you can pick a sound. This guy came up with a rough calculation. 0.3 to 0.5 pounds. I would assume on a standard gauge strings set. Cause if you can use a heavier gauge (one step thicker strings) for a better sound and to keep yourself in shape you need more than that.
I cannot agree with the results of the experiment either. When you look at the guitar neck you can easily see it's not flat (in cross section). Also the dumbell is curved in the opposite direction. So it will only make contact on one string only.
My rough guess and from my own experiences, on a heavy gauge strings you have to apply at least one pound. With one finger only. Also because you can never apply the exact amount needed, but always more just to make sure. Because you cannot measure and can't take chances in missing notes.
Not even talking a about "bending" notes. That is climbing half tone (with the great, out of this world continuous tone changing effect), one tone or more by pushing on the string towards the next one. That would be in the range of 10 pounds.
Where i'm getting at. Great guitarists during peaks of their solos on stage and records do up to 20 notes per seconds (it has been recorded more than that, in special competitions). Imagine that. Having to push one pound with one finger for each note, 20 times a second. Nobody would have thought, but it takes lots of physical strength. Sometimes i'm wondering how female guitarists like Orianthi are doing it with those thin arms. Whatever.
I wanted to come out with a reason why sometimes the strained faces during the solos. And BTW if i am sorry someone on this planet will eventually get old, that is Candy Dulfer.
10:20 I feel like i abused people with videos today. Hard to load too. But have to write this one before the day is over. There was this weird smell around and could not figure what it was. I went to look for poops but what i found was cakes of leaves, the size of small pizzas, brought by a freak spring wind next to east garages. I gathered about 5 laundry baskets of those. Ran out of breath because of the dust. But when i threw the last one, this time in the SW bin, i saw the bin was full (on a Monday) and last item on top was a children's mat, wet and smelling like urine, that was in the heat of the sun all day. Also the NE bin is full like usually on a Monday and stinks really bad.
1:00 Are there non-tribal casinos in Washington State?
1:17 Pyramids on Indian territory? They recently cut the trees so the can be seen better. Together with the solar symbols. There is a panel in the parking lot of the museum. Was too tired to enter, sorry. In the panel they were some Indian faces, since 100 years ago. To my opinion, they were all Japanese.
Same thing at Chinook Winds. To those who don't know, Billy Chinook was a famous chief. I doubt he would be very happy if he found out his named was used like this, and in a totally different tribe.
I realy doubt the casinos are operated indeed by the tribes. I only saw once an Indian walking at Ilani and he probably did it for me to see how one looks like. So much for the jobs created by the casinos within the communities. Not even at Thunder Valley, the biggest one, in California. As for the profits that go to individual tribe members, go and see the shopping center called American Market near Spirit Mountain. Who doesn't have pyramids outside but on the logo.
I was at Blue Lake casino in California when a drunk Mexican threatened to kill me. I was with the Police on the phone while he stood behind my car, with one hand not visible. And they didn't hurry to come.
He tried a couple of more times, last time here in the parking lot, dressed like a woman, acting like the wife of "the veteran".
"The veteran" was actually several people. Enough to shave their head and show in the parking lot from the first entrance of building D, on the left across the valley. Far enough for me not to realize who they were, especially after i was treated with smokes. I have identified the first, a Hungarian opera singer, then the singer known as Pitbull, the wife of one of them, and the last one, Sunday, was channel 12 traffic reporter Tony Martinez.
BTW yesterday Angela had a free room at Chinook Winds hotel. The first time there the room wasn't stinking, only us. From the same source, the contaminated pan of the water heater, that seem to smell worse after pouring in it two cans of oven cleaner. Among others, inside i saw the singer Szia. And a baby in a baby basket on the floor next to the door guarded by two security guards. Many guys in red shirt guarding everyone as i was passing by. Why i keep going in there? I could breathe for 24 hours stink free. In here, tonight, several heavy vehicles with modified exhaust shook the apartment for hours, made the smell come out of that closet with the water heater. After i poured almost one liter of vinegar in it.
2:00 Hit and run. On August 20 2021 i was hit from behind by a truck with metal bars on front (no damage to the truck, after taking those out) while my car was totaled. The policeman who came at the scene started to ask questions like suspecting me i was faking in it and never started a hit and run investigation. It was on I5 at a few miles from the interstate bridge and they were cameras on poles.
But of all unaccounted crimes committed against us there is a prevalent one. Stalking. It happens on the streets or all the places we go. License plate numbers, celebrities present in most unlikely places and times. It looks to me like they feel entitled to. First you cannot be entitled to commit a crime. If it happens hundreds of times a day, they how many have happened in a year or ten?
Endangering. One example. Every time i pass a narrow bridge at night or a curve to the left, scores of cars with modified headlights come and blind me. To me it became a rule and i know what to wait for. At least one hundred times at one trip only.
1:40 Ron Rychlak, the casino lawyer who officially co-wrote the second book with Pacepa, who nobody ever seen after his defection and that is before 89.
1:41 It's been 5 years since i go to the casinos. Let me tell you one thing. There's nothing about gambling. The machines are connected in network and there is a control room. If it was real gambling would have been way too boring and uncontrollable. There is at least one camera per machine and they are not about security. In casinos with 2500 machines and 1000 cameras there should be maybe 100 people or ten per camera or something to supervise those. They have some software that does it.
But what else the software does. It analyzes gestures and emotions and gives a feedback to the machine. Even on my 90 dollars Kodak camera there is a smile detector software.
One thing they do is they show you big hands scrolling in front of your eyes when you are bored and tired and can't react creating the need to play more until you see again one of those and eventually stop the reels but the reels can't be stopped in real time, like when you see a big hand. When you decide you should move to a different machine and start looking around, they give you a big hand (no it won't work if you do it again, on purpose, that's why they call it AI). There are numerous other strategies to increase irrational player's desire to continue play and lose money. They have settings and hours when many machines suddenly become loose.
Again all these do not fit the definition of gambling. But how do you prove the slots are not random. How do you define random.
I remember when i first wrote about this. At Chinook, a security guard once came to me and gave me a ticket they said i dropped on the floor and i asked him how they did it and they said they saw me on one of those cameras. I guess it was for convincing me and others who read what i wrote that the cameras are for that purpose. But nobody saw what happened with my ticket last week at Indian Head, even after i asked them.
And then of course remains the question of how did i drop it at such an opportune moment. I can't answer to that but i believe is some sort of mind training or programming, with gestures of other people.
In the early days at Chinook i found money in a machine as someone forgot to pull the ticket but i realized that after a few hands and i thought i won but didn't realize (wasn't sure). However they came within minutes and almost charged me with theft.
There are tests for randomness but again, they might have a setting "back to random" so the test should be done without letting them know. And how do you do that if you suspect a general conspiracy?
People don't seem to understand. Their symbols are all around to choke us. From tiny insignificant things to big ones. That we don't pay attention with our conscious minds. They've been at work for hundreds of years and this is the result of their work. Symbols and allegories. They program our minds and our future.
7:00 It is said that mass defect is due to energy released both during fission and fusion reactions, according to the famous E equals m c square formula. However there should be also differences in mass due to movement of electrons at different relativist speeds before and after reaction.
11:18 Ce multe geci la fel, ca a mea cea nouă, bine are aproape o lună acum.
7:21 That combination bleach and backing soda worked, all that's left of it is red to pink skin and an itch (i hope it's not the bleach effect on the skin, making the red areas look whiter), however, before that i believe some of the venom propagated to nearby tissues and the intestines, causing a slight paralysis. Combined with the exposure to the dead animal now i got low grade abdominal cramps, similar to those i had for years before i cleaned some key points in the apartment. The beginning of some chills.
8:22 How is Slartibartfast different from the mice? What a happy coincidence, i just posted about those who want to re-create reality using Art.
Seconds before i posted this, a cat passed by my doors-windows. Pains are now gone, chills are left. Can't wait to eat the rice i just cooked. Furious truckers now use air-horns on the freeways, but no ambulances so far.
12:37 Daea, miniștrii se ocupă întotdeauna de altceva. Astăzi reglează conturi pe cuvinte cheie. Sirene, pântece, frisoane. Am dormit toată dimineața (e 12 amiază la mine acum). Am început să-mi amintesc despre combinația ardei iuți (jalapenos) din brânză, muștar (din salam), piper (din burger) și mujdei la greu cu fasole verde congelată care nu a fost gătită chiar foarte bine (era "bătrână) cu ceapă, piper, curry, usturoi. Încă se vindecă locul extragerii unui dinte și nu pot folosi parțialele. Sprite, vin și coniac. Azi îi dau cu orez dar îmi crește glicemia.
1:00 De când am postat poza asta cu declarația de dragoste respectivă, au apărut cel puțin 10 știri având drept poză o vedere laterală de aproape a unei mașini de poliție. Dar cred că și autocarul Murat intră în această categorie.
Exemple:
3:50 The frozen green beans sold at Walmart are too old. I found inside the pods beans formed that are 1/2 inch long, 5 mm thick. After defreezing (in the pan), they wouldn't cook in 10 minutes or 15 minutes or maybe even in half hour.
6:33 After my email to management two days ago yesterday the sprinklers didn't start at all. Today they started at 6:20 PM (they leave office at 6) and one of them was sprinkling my balcony and the AC and went and rotated it 45 degrees to the right and now it's working fine, but while i was doing that a guy looking Mexican who was dressed with a orange neon vest, like the one (though younger) came two days ago at 8 AM and reprogrammed the box next to bedroom's window was staring at me from the parking lot. Got inside then the girl living in the next building came to take a shower in all the sprinklers. She ran away when i started to write.
8:06 Piatra din lac sau cum funcționează media. Știrea a fost dezmințită, dar numai în România, între timp a fost însă preluată de mai mult decât niște "site-uri periferice". Așa se construiește o imagine de țară (care a început cu Pacepa). Cineva, acolo sus (imediat la stânga, pe hartă), care controlează toată media în toată lumea, ne iubește.
8:21 În marea Britanie furturile de cablu au scăzut cu 67% după ce au scos o lege prin care nu se poate vinde metal uzat pentru cash.
9:39 Just crossed the alley to pick the mail. On the other side of the bin where i threw the dead squirel (though in a knotted bag) it smells terribly. I knew since i put it, there was already something there, like juices from a meat wrapper that was stinking or even something fresher cause usually the bags thrown do a pretty good job at sealing the lower levels.
11:21 Nu poți să scoți ungurii de la guvernare (ceilalți 95%, nu UDMR-ul de fațadă) fără să desființezi guvernul, deci statul, pe care ei ni l-au creat. O trilemă am totuși. Când Dinescu a spus că-și schimbă nuemele în Dinescov, a gândit în limba rusă, ucraineană sau bulgară? Apropo tipul ăla de la mijloc din poză din spatele primarului care înghite sabia, ce face cu ciocanul? A și lângă el deasupra lupei cu două capete, e un soare masonic?
12:12 Read the news and became so frustrated because in most titles i see keywords or even themes trying to subtly dilute or cancel what i just wrote. Bioxid de sulf, verde, beau de l'aire, distrugere/reconstruire (Kali, dominicani), moartea/Kali, worm/dehydrogenase, Călărași, Scarlett etc. etc.. I get frustrated because i don't know what to do, if i say about, i also propagate the dirty covers to those who haven't read them while some won't even believe. I think they use some rules from theory of information and communications i don't know or there is nothing to do about while they commit gross abuse by inventing knews around those keyvords, my name, etc. etc. etc..
12:29 Nu ca Ungaria, care a lăsat un avion neînmatriculat pe teritoriul Schengen, după care l-a realimentat și lăsat să-și vadă de drum, cu sau fără plan de zbor, dar cu escortă.
2:25 Ate something, getting ready to go to sleep. Ideas still flying into my head, every time i try to make a mental note to self to write down something, the guy yells, muffled.
My eyes fell on my kapala. After i washed it in the machine, twice, the fat from my body oils should have dissolved in that detergent. I think what stains that cotton is sulfur from environment.
After reading the news tonight and writing down the paragraphs above, there is nothing that comes to frustrated mind but futility. I think we might be caught in the war between Kali and Maya and we must re-live the myth over and over as prescribed or as Mircea Heliade said. There is nothing us individuals can do when the whole world is caught in the cycles of myths and that probably can be proven scientifically with simulations on super computers using elements of theory of information applied to society, etc..
While putting some stuff together to eat i've been thinking. Daydreaming, reminiscing, fantasizing have their own purpose (otherwise our evolutionary brain wouldn't have those capabilities). You may be able to remember details from traumatizing experiences by re-living those in your mind so you can put those memories to rest. You may be able to learn things about what and why a present fantasy was triggered and how to deal with repeating circumstances in the future.
It's been 9 months since i gave up fb, a friendly but awkward and unreliable environment and started to write here. Still counter-intuitive, still fighting with it by switching from visual to code and back. It's not the same as writing and putting links and pictures on fb where you don't have to worry about picture sizes and positions and how to do that in html. But you have an extra capability and that is links in text. Though it's all getting better, i believe it won't ever be completely transparent and non-disruptive and allow that deep meditative state of mind where things become much clearer.
9:48 Woke up after 6 hours, i suspect he did it. Last week he went to work or somewhere else for one day, this week he went yesterday, now he's home. But last week they were full days or days with many hours when i haven't heard nothing. I suspect he is doing it at will. Also i believe sulfur dioxide and/or other toxic sulfur bi-products are instantly being released when he does that. The ceiling drywall is saturated with it.
10:37 I think some people are again making big money out of war and that is why they want to make it last. For the 10th time in last 24 hours, for the 1000th time in general. When i post something, an ambulance siren goes off.
11:21 Got used to typing on laptop, but my laptop is very touchy, sometimes the cursor move unexpectedly or it does things like deleting everything i wrote in a paragraph. I can usually recover with CTRL/Z and stuff but this time i couldn't. So what i was saying was i looked on Amazon for SO2 gas detectors and i got confused by multitude of types and prices. Some are one gas only, some are 4 for the same price, that is 300 dollars. There is another "class" of similar detectors for 100 dollars. There is one that does 10 gasses though i only see 4 on the monitor, with delivery time 1 months. I believe that one is good to have in the car too. Most of the times when i go somewhere they dispatch in front of me one or several old vehicles that puts lots of bad exhaust and by the time i get to my destination i am woozy and frustrated. Out of frustration, i have one or two drinks and when i get inside i can't recognize the celebrities they are producing. For that, i ordered a carbon based filter, which arrives today which i found in the past to be somewhat effective against those, while it's new. Good thing cause i just made a 2 days reservation at Pepper Mill in Reno for next week (taking a one week + two weekends vacation on weather and sulfur frustration) on an offer i got in the mail for 30 dollars a night, weekdays only. However when i called they said that if i want a guaranteed non smokers it will cost me 65 a month + surcharges + resort fees, in the end it will be over one hundred. But it happened to me, i went in there and could not find anything at Pepper Mill which is newer and in the old ones the AC smells like sewer gas like it happened last time. If i take the "backstreets" that is i cross the mountains here and pass through Warm Springs and Klamath Falls, it will be about 100 miles shorter, much less traffic and some of the highways are new though some are one lane per direction only. I think last time i drove alone for hours until i stopped somewhere in my way back where Tina Turner was at the reception. Klamath Falls, Days Inn. But when i went. A state police car that followed me for about 15 minutes until a hard to see left curve on the edge of a ridge while i was staring in the rear mirror. A motel Six with stinking toilet in K_lamath Falls (where i've been to 20+ years ago). The pilot car that made me breath its red dust for 10 minutes on a one way restriction before Susanville. They started to pack their cones to leave just after i passed. The weird weird feeling driving downhill to Susanville with no rail like we're used to in Oregon etc..
1:31 Surcharge. More words related with Kali. Colère in French. Kali is the mad manifestation of Durga. Word was present in Latin so we can suspect even more now Romans actually came from India (Rama). Collier, (native American) name of my second doctor at Woodland Park Hospital. Name of a mad man, Phil Collins. Colier in Romanian and French meaning necklace. Kill.
1:54 Așteptam mutarea lui Dinescu, cel mereu cu mâna pe sus. Poezia lui iar s-a coborât iar în stradă, la fotbal. Niciodată nimic direct, cu focusul pe el, după ce am postat ceva ce am știut că va face pe mulți să dea din umeri, adică multiplele legături pe cuvinte cheie din media, aluziile indirecte, cea mai tare metodă de anihilare și combatere a postărilor.
Dacă ar fi să fac un top 10 al răilor și neromânilor din România, adică cei care au făcut cel mai mult rău și cu vorba și cu fapta l-aș pune pe Dinescu în frunte, în fața lui Iliescu. Adică în ordinea în care au apărut la revoluția TV. Membru al conducerii CPUN adică Ce Pune și probabil singurul rămas activ dintre ei. În gașcă cu Károly Király (Regele Carol), cel pomenit de Pacepa în cartea care l-a făcut faimos dar și dispărut. Pentru că ăsta spre deosebire de alții, ne-o face cu mult cap. Ne-o face cu plăcere, în timp ce zâmbim și împachetăm momentul pentru mai târziu, să-l savurăm în subconștient. Dacă ar fi să ne luăm numai după poeziile macabro-umoristice pe care le-a scris de-a lungul timpului. Subversiv ca orice bully atunci și acum și pururea. Dacă ar fi să ne luăm numai după poezia în care cheamă exit-ul sau nirvana sau chiar moksha. "Opriți istoria, vreau să cobor la prima".
3:57 Internetul a deschis porțile oricui în domenii ca istorie, lingvistică, artă, religie, geografie, științe exacte, jurnalism și justiție cu posibilitatea democratică a reevaluării sau revalorificării lor de către oricine are idei sau este suficient de motivat. Totuși sunt unii cărora atașează cuvinte ca sleuth sau chiar disturbing.
Apropo, când am zis că suntem prinși în veșniciile cicluri ale războiului între Maya și Kali m-am gândit mai mult la manifestările acestora. Adică. Orice țeapă atunci când e descoperită atrage mânia. La români, mai puțin. Noi mergem mai mult pe Maya, fiind peste măsură de iertători, atâta timp cât nu ne îmbolnăvim, sărăcim sau flămânzim dar atunci e prea târziu.
6:15 Look in my face and tell me. Wasn't this possible 50 years ago. Yes with lead acid batteries.
8:46/6:46 Dezinformare ca de Pacepa. O au sânge. Am pierdut o oră încercând să găsesc vârsta Mariei Zărnescu (un nume dacic) care scrie articole printre care și de război la B1TV. Tot ce am aflat este că e fiica marelui avocat Zărnescu?, și în 2014 era studentă. Dintr-o clasă întreagă de jurnaliști și mai ales jurnaliste de fond (de umplutură) la marile site-uri, fără vârstă, fără CV, fără trecut, fără pagină de Wikipedia. A și pagina de fb în care-și arată vila, în timp ce eu de exemplu stau într-un coteț de 50 mp cu ninja drept vecini. Nu am cum să o caut fără vârstă, pierd prea mult timp. Aici un articol cu o avalanșă de un metru din zona papagal de Sinaia unde oamenii lucrează foarte relaxați. F.you, Maria Zărnescu, acum și întotdeauna. Pardon, nu asta am vrut să spun. Nu la propriu. Nu mă simt chiar așa de atras, oricât aș fi de lipsit. Senine, ușor plictisite, suntem o pradă prea ușoară. Pe "față" însă i se vede și dorul de țară, de viața tumultoasă din Budapesta, care sunt sigur că în ultimii ani a devenit și mai tumultoasă.
9:22/7:22 Ce înseamnă off-piste, că schiau prin alte zone, pe lângă pistă? Cum au urcat totuși dacă pârtia era închisă?
10:01/8:01 Eu nu înțeleg de ce așa de mulți preoți și călugări publici (care apar mereu în public) se numesc Ghenadie.
Privind în DEX cu uimire văd că etimologia pentru ghenă este gaine din franceză, care însă nu are nimic de a face cu gunoiul menajer. A poate, ghenă - gunoi...
În engleză, care probabil împrumută aici din ebraică, pe o cale mai lungă, avem Gehenna, sinonim cu iadul.
There is a weird looking, unused, disconnected 4 inch pipe under the wall of the living, underneath the smart meters, used or unused cable boxes for all building. In the last couple of days, stinking (smoking?) mole? holes have appeared around that pipe, forcing me to go and plug them. Every time i open the door, there's someone nearby. I can't go and throw away that pipe (where?) because it's not my property.
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.
