Second tree is worse than first.
It is a place where I stay in the cold, partially protected from the wind.
Can go there only in the evening. Can listen to the comments of the people after 6:00 AM sometimes before, like at 2:00 AM. All like planned. I feel that my death has already been planned at some higher level, because it is a word that is constantly repeated in every message that they want to transmit.
I am not from this culture, so everything is new and threatening when things like this happen. I feel that they are taking advantage of that fact.
It is evident that they make that people do not like me. And that every effort I make to progress is jeopardized on purpose. My skills denied, for some specific reason. I can build websites with techniques that are recognized worldwide, work in database development, mechanical engineering and nuclear physics. Why can't a get a break? It is obvious that I have been targeted. And targeted hard.
Even though they use sex as a pretext. Oftenly I have been told that here there are no political groups. And that the criminals are the ones that take care of cases like me.
If I had been a political person with some specific objective against someone here, I would not be in the economic situation that I am. I think that I have been chosen because they saw me lonely, weak in my health and without connection. That is criminal, that is crime against humanity.
Only recently I have felt that I can coordinate my thoughts. The pills had slowed me down dangerously. If there was some beneficial effects the side effects were extremely hard.
The anesthesia had as a consequence that my spine, in the base, hurts a lot.
Under second tree, walking up in the morning was difficult because the pain in the spine.
There was a excavenger place nearby. It was not an aggreeable experience.
Second tree was the only place that I could sleep up for some time.
Oftenly there I thought what Abou meant by "three way".
He insisted that it was a method that could not fail.
And then, in one of the places I sleep I find something like a Y with equal angles between the divisions - 120 degrees each.
And a guy passes by in a truck and says I want you out of here.
It was not a good experience with Abou at the hospital. Nor with his friends.
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