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|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.
|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?"
|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.