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|Thu, Sep 29 2005||300||The Bushes||
Just around two corners, walking in Ben Gurion Ave,
towards the beach, I call Yoella.
"I am in the bushes, and I can talk now" - I say.
"What bushes, where are you, I'll come over, don't worry"
I never thought the woman had any brains.
"where you can't find me."
"Do you still want to talk?"
"Is Roney still by your side?"
"Yes. He is right here"
"Will you give him the phone. right away!"
(panicking) "I don't know how to find your number in the phone"
"Are you holding the phone?"
"Stretch your hand and hand it over to him!"
"Hi, this is Roney"
(Thank you, God)
"You wanted to talk to me?"
|Thu, Sep 29 2005||200||Yoella||
My protective reflexes for Shira,
still told me there is a slight chance she might
come back home, well to my place that is, after school.
Maybe it was just hope that I still exist in Shira's perception.
So I went to Yoella's to make sure Shira comes to her place after school.
She told me it has already been taken care of,
and I should think of myself, not of Shira.
This was the first hint that there is more going on than
I am being told.
I remember it was 2:30 sharp when I fled away home from there,
saying Shira might come home after all,
and we agreed I will go to sleep there.
Having been awake for the past four days,
only to be compensated by a few hours within the past ten,
sleep was more than an emergency of its own
in my state of mind.
Several hours later, while I was fast asleep she called me some seven times,
as she would later claim when I returned her call, waking up.
She said she was at my door, and wants to come back.
I made her swear she was alone.
not with a WH question, but by asking her many times many
different ways and have her re-answer.
"Yes, totally alone".
When I opened the door I immediately noticed
She wouldn't come in, but kept the door open
with her foot when I tried to close it.
She reminded me of the Ugly, from the Good, and Bad,
a film loved by both myself and her entire family.
I became agitated and she grabbed me forcefully
by the right arm, atypical to her body language.
I deliberately raised my voice to extreme to scare her off
without force and released from the hold when
I saw Roney appearing from the stair case behind
|Thu, Jun 22 2006||200||So Ya, Thought ya, Might Like To, Go to the Show||
Not sure if this was a threat or a plea for mercy.
In October of 2005 I have suffered a tremendous
amount of distress,
caused by mental pressure with threats and violence.
You, presumably my mother, Yael Aloni, and your son, Ariel Aloni,
have kidnapped $40,000 of my money and were holding it ransom,
trying with threats to persuade me to check in voluntarily to a
mental institution that would not otherwise receive me.
You have been exerting this pressure for a period of eighty one days.
Such is the loving family that you claim to be.
You have recruited for this project your younger brother,
who himself stole more than $800,000 from his own
children not eight years before,
by confiscating the inheritance money from his mother,
Haya Sharon, exerting similar kind of mental pressure
on his very young children.
You have also tried to recruit to this project any past
girlfriend of mine you have chanced to make contact with,
and long life friends of both Ariel and myself.
I will not participate in any denial conversation where these
events are regarded as not having ever occured.
I have suffered loss of much money,
all the family I used to have,
and the city of choice to live in.
I will not rest, nor talk to you or Ariel on any subject matter
until this minor issue is resolved.
|Sat, Oct 15 2005||100||life||
On October 15 2005,
my mother, Yael Aloni,
told me that she is the one who had instructed my brother,
Ariel Aloni, to kidnap the $50,000 he had kidnapped
from my bank account in New York,
and that the money will be returned to me,
once I stated that I had stopped thinking about Shira Dottan.