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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.
|Mon, May 07 2007||300||Doctor Robert||
When Ariel was about 42, he was living in Israel
and had a disk rupture.
Living is a very gross overstatement.
Due to intolerable pain,
he was screaming continuously at high volume,
waking up all the neighbors,
let alone his own family.
he completely refused eating, so that
he doesn't have to go to the bathroom,
thereby preventing more pain.
He was on hunger strike against reality.
After eight such days I tried to reason with him.
"lets do some logic here.
It is only a matter of time until I take charge
and completely ignore your painful screams,
and bring some very physically strong people that
will take you to the hospital.
How much time, if you were me, and I were you, will you have waited,
and what is a reasonable time frame for me, in your opinion,
before I ignore you and do my thing."
We agreed on forty eight hours.
After twenty four he asked to be taken to the hospital.
Three ordinary guys came from the ambulance
to help him out of the bed to the stretcher.
He chased them away with shear volume,
requesting a crane that will carry him through the window
thereby evading the painful elevator while destroying the surrounding
yard and plantation.
Turns out there is a special army unit for just such cases.
They are strong, big, agile, impatient and probably deaf.
He was in the ambulance in about two minutes, elevator and everything.
At the emergency room, the nurses and doctors were
mostly trying to ignore him most of the time.
With a continuous volume impossible to raise,
it rose every time somebody entered his compartment.
So they tried not to.
Instead they all approached Me, taking turns.
The noise was in the way of saving other lives
and was quite bothersome.
They took turns, politely asking questions at first, slowly graduating towards
open anger and threats:
"Is he otherwise a normal person"
"Is he seeing a therapist"
"Is he mentally healthy"
"I suggest we bring in a mental professional"
"Maybe we better move him to a place
where such people can be better treated"
Thinking silently and quickly, now this just became a real emergency.
This is my brother you are talking about, and so what if he is seeing a shrink
for the past ten years. This is an emergency room, and you can sedate him
as much as you care to, and people don't scream when they are asleep.
You are not doctors, just people expressing anger at a person who doesn't let you
do your work, so you try to save on sedatives, of anger, nothing else.
Confidently I lied through my teeth with a straight poker face,
saying he has never seen a shrink in his life,
is the most sane person I know, and if they make his pain go away
I can guarantee he is wearing a tie tomorrow morning and goes to work
as usual, albeit he was also unemployed at the time.
Given enough time and enough sedatives, the pain went away,
he stopped screaming, and I was easily resting my case
to everybody with told-you-so's.
|Fri, Sep 30 2005||1000||A Rest with a Cat||
We agreed that nothing can happen
over the weekend anyway,
and the warrent is no longer.
We can sync back on sunday.
|Thu, Sep 29 2005||300||The Plan||
Watching conspiracy theory movies and TV series paid off too.
In one thesis, from The Prisoner, and The Domino Principle,
everybody is the enemy.
It is a safe tactic as a base assumption.
The other is that the border to the land of good exists,
and need to be sought.
Not much to go by as a theory.
Boaz was in the bushes watching me
as I walked out of the building.
I hadn't noticed him, but did watch fearfully for the officials
with the ambulance I expected waiting outside the building.
Strangely, if they had been there,
there would be nothing I could do,
while Boaz would not have been able
to follow without my noticing.
And so the chase started:
I was running, nobody was following, yet.
I knew its just a matter of time until I am gotten to if I truely disappear.
Boaz had said later that he had relaxed about my mental
state from my body language walking out of the building.
"It is a walk of a person wanting to take care of himself"
Boaz is not part of the system.
Even if I knew, it would be no help.
My take on this one was that it was paranoia fueled
adrenaline that straightened out my brain and forced me
to function relatively normally, yet at very high speeds.
The cell phone is critical if there is another side.
I can communicate, and be safe enough.
After all, nobody will call upon Barghouti tactics for this,
but the thought had to cross my mind to verify this,
correlating with Max Headroom and IDF tactics and budget considerations.
By the time I was around the corner, visually safe and
comfortably alone, the plan was carefully laid out:
Stay on phone communications with everybody who will
listen, while otherwise maintaining complete stealth.
One small loophole: I must regularly visit Nekko,
as she is in her worst FHS episode ever.
I decide to give up Nekko for the sake of prioritizing,
while marking every decision to be made pending this
I have only a few hours to be safe on this head,
and better not pre-schedule anything, just be there
as soon as I judge the place is safe to approach.