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|Thu, Sep 29 2005||500||A Call Out to the Sea||
With panic and fury,
knowing I can not afford to stay stationary,
freezing to death in a T-shirt on a cold night,
walking barefoot on the beach,
I looked out to the sea searching for ideas.
The Boat is not too far out, I allow a split
second to pass fantasizing about a rescue operation,
if only it was someone else, but who?
I have to start immediately constructing a new safety net,
much like the one I was working so hard to implant
in Shira's brain as well as her surroundings.
In this safety net,
"mishenet ha kane ha ratzutz" (Yeshayahu 36)
is the caution level,
implying Ossama Bin Laden style
spy cell knowledge classification.
No one can be trusted, and anyone must be used
to the full extent possible, without harming the innocent.
In compliance with the Reggy I, Robot
laws of humanhood life wish,
only later to be put on paper.
I call the Boat:
"Was there an order written to bring me in,
and who wrote it?"
"Yes there was, I did not ask it written, and I cancelled
it as soon as I found out it was written. It no longer exists"
This was a blatant and obvious lie.
How can you possibly cancel an order you yourself
claim you had no part in bringing about,
by making phone calls from a Boat,
claiming to be someone's relative?
Of course I was just listening silently.
Hopefully he would shed some light on
how it was brought about. Anger and fear made me curious,
with no logical reason for this to be important at this stage.
He didn't, and I did not stress the issue.
But the safety net is beginning to form,
and the fisherman as always, is caught in the
tangled web he weaves, when first he practices to deceive.
Nevertheless, he can not be Xed out just yet,
of a net yet to be formed:
I need his pretended support to disseminate from
his subconsciousness outward to his sister.
I am being as nice as I can control, which is quite limited.
81 days of maintaining this policy with great caution,
it will pay off in the form of the punch line of the 81 day chase:
He would be the authority approving the handing over of the
kidnapped ransom money.
|Thu, Sep 29 2005||550||Five Minute Bum Love||
Nobody can be trusted.
I must convince myself I am relatively sane
and not plain paranoid.
Strangers are the most trustworthy at this point,
on a relative scale.
But it is night and there are no strangers
on the beach by Manta Ray,
where the boat is soon to anchor at my command.
Just ones that are in moving cars.
Walking barefoot through the grasses by the beach,
I saw this guy sitting on the stone wall.
I immediately sat next to him and started conversing,
slowly, like sane people do.
Listening to what he has to say.
Watchful with paranoia to make sure
I am not endangering myself further.
In a few minutes I decide he is on (or not-on)
chemicals beyond my scope
and I had better be on my way.
He is thin and fragile, as if shaking his hand
would make him shrivel and collapse.
To be safe, I want to give him some bribe money,
but I have way too much getaway money in my
wallet for him to see.
The conversation goes like this:
Listen, I really have to go now,
and I really want to give you some money.
I will be turning around now,
and as I turn back I will give you some money.
Safely behind my own back,
I was calculating old Ninjitsu tactics in case I am not really safe.
I even calculated how after he falls down
and I am fearful for his life,
I can stop a car at Herbert Samuel
and tell them to take care of him,
by which time I will disappear the other end
of the one way highway.
I turn back around,
after my wallet was safe back in my pocket
gave him a 100 NIS bill and disappeared.
|Fri, Sep 30 2005||600||A Cat Visit||
By now it is past midnight, more than two hours in,
as of the time of the knock on the door.
I call Boaz, explaining to him that there was an order
written and open to bring me in, and ask his advice
on how safe it is to make a brief visit to my cat, Nekko
being that he understands the system so much better than I do
I wanted to verify that having completely
disappeared for sufficiently long,
they would not have the manpower to guard my apartment
in case I showed up,
at least not in the middle of the night.
He assures me nothing can happen at least until 9AM
I go over, get some clothes as well, and go to spend
the night at Boaz's.
In the morning he assures me I can just go home,
while he will go to 244 to see what was going on.
I do just that.
|Fri, Sep 30 2005||700||The Trial||
Ariel landed at 244 sometime early in the morning,
straight from the airport.
"injection needles, immediately", Ariel said.
"I will cancel the order" said Boaz
"You can't do that, nobody can"
"Sure I can"
"Ani ekkaness becha if you try"
"Watch me" said Boaz in English with a smile.
Boaz left for the other room, called Roney,
and came back to report:
"It is done"