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Sun, Oct 02 2005 100 Get Back Sunday morning, on Disengof street,
outside the pharmacy.
Standing there with Boaz,
we had just convinced my pharmacist
that a fax from Roney with the prescription
and later physical delivery is OK under the circumstances.

Tally calls in panic.
Having marked her off for having fed Roney with
slanted incriminating information,
it was surprising that she called me just then.
She was supposed to have been furious
and on the enemy side.

"Ariel interrogated me about
who has signature rights at your bank account,
and is now calling friends at the bank to find out,
after I told him nobody does.

I tell Boaz.
"He is cutting your means of supply. A classic war tactic."
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So he is still at war,
I'd better relax out of my self centered concentration,
start thinking about myself instead,
and raise up my fists.

I am busy conversing with Boaz about the Amsterdam
Joker I can pull somehow probably,
when opportunity knocks in the form of
Yael calling from New York.

Boaz has been my phone shield,
mostly from Ariel, since Friday.
He is already in possession of the phone and he picks
up the call.

"Its Yael", he says,
"she would like to talk you, will you accept the call?"

He doesn't have to use nearly as many words to say this.
"Yael" and the rest is body language.
My victorious smile of joy and the hand-it-over-right-away
hand gesture makes him cautiously yank the phone
backwards for a second, reflecting on the implications
of what he already knows the subject content of my
upcoming monolog with Yael will be.
In the end of a long second or two he makes a
OK-I-give-up-no-more-niceties face
and hands over the cell phone.

I start off screaming, not even waiting for the polite
reciprocal hellos to go by:

"Ariel F's only at the Red Light District
in Amsterdam.
When was the last time you F'ed with him?"
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"Forget him for now"

"Ariel F's only at the red lights district in Amsterdam.
When was the last time you F'ed with him?"
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"I want to talk about you, not him, can we do that?"

"OK, Me, I, have a brother who F's only
at the red lights district in Amsterdam.
When was the last time you F'ed with him?"
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She hung up the phone.

Calmly, I turn to Boaz:
"I bet you not 5 minutes will pass before someone
calls and lets me know Ariel is on his way to New York."
He made a you-call-this-a-bet face and smiled.
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It took less then one minute for Ariel to call.

The caring, loving brother,
who flew across the ocean to help,
has other immediate problems at home,
so help is no longer a priority.

(Vikki will report in a few weeks time that Ariel's
next appearance in The Netherlands
is personally greeted by him at the airport,
from where he would drive him down to Heerlen straight away,
without making a stop in Amsterdam.

He went into great length squeezing into the conversation
the minute details of an event as yet to happen) .

Didn't you once belong in some U.S. city?
Have fun in New Amsterdam!

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Wed, Nov 23 2005 100 Orith To Orith, if you happen to be reading this:
There was no other way I could think of at the time.
Nothing personal.


[Times are Verona time - 02:36 in Verona is 1:36 in Tel Aviv]

20051123-02.36.her.txt
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I'm not sure but it seems to me that it's been a long time since we've
chat, isn't it?
Would you like to do so?
Orith.

20051123-03.49.me.txt
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Absolutely. Where are you?

20051123-04.19.her.txt
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in Italy, Verona for the last 2 years!

20051123-04.58.me.txt
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0544 804-122
have a number?

20051123-05.18.her.txt
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where are you?
What are you doing with your life now?
Tell me a little bit, please.

20051123-05.17.me.txt
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I live alone in an ap-artment in Tel Aviv
o.

20051123-05.20.her.txt
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and?

20051123-05.32.me.txt
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busy surviving

20051123-05.39.her.txt
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what kind of internel hour does your computer have?
when did you come back to Isra묿
Besides "surviving" which doesn't mean being happy, are you ok?

20051123-05.45.me.txt
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it is now 4:45 pm according to my computer,
it is is now 3:45 in Israel, where I am at for about 7 years now
I am OK.
o.

20051123-05.49.1.her.txt
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"where I am at for about 7 years now" ?????????????????????????????????

20051123-05.49.2.her.txt
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got it! I become slow !

20051123-06.17.her.txt
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do you work for yourself as a freelance or in a compagny?
How come you came back to Isra묿

20051123-06.20.me.txt
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I work freelance on and off the Internet.
I came back to IL after a crisis while in the US that made me decide I want to live here.

20051123-06.29.her.txt
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You're quit laconic : just answering the questions without details or whatever.
It's rather difficult to communicate like that.

20051123-06.32.me.txt
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Orit,

try to re-read from the beginning of our conversation today.
The answers are all there.

If it doesn't help, see if this one does:
Elohim, Rak Shmor Otti Me Ohavai, U-mi-son-ai E-sha-mer be-atzmi.

I still love you, you know.

Ohad

20051123-06.41.her.txt
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Dear Ohad,
I didn't say you do not answer;
but I have to ask all the time questions to have details on you.
I suppose it would be easier if you just tell your story without waiting for questions.
You know I'm not complicated and as time passes I look for less complicated stuff.
Have you become a believer (maamine ) ?
And I do not want you any harm and if you believe that I am a danger for you let us quit now.

20051123-06.42.her.txt
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P.S. Mayby you still love the memory of me but certainely not me
for you don't really know me today.

20051123-06.48.me.txt
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I do not believe in God, nor is this line from the bible. it is from a song.
In my last e-mail I said I might be a danger to you,
and that I don't think you know that, and you should beware.
I am sorry my metaphors escaped you.

I believe you might also be a danger to me,
but given this last one maybe it is better for me not to try and find out.
I gave you a phone number and asked for yours.
You do not really want to talk to me,
and I have no intention of giving you reports about my life in any other way.
Sorry,
o.

20051123-07.07.me.txt [in reply to the P.S. above]
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And if you can guarantee this than why do we bother talking?

20051123-07.25.her.txt
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Listen I don't understand much from what you're trying to say!!!
Why are you so complicated?
I don't think it's good to talk for the time being;
I prefer - as I always did - writing because writing and reading are nice :
word just flee but what is written stays with you . I'm sorry for my English ,
I've forgot a lot of it. I would be better in french or even italian...
Let's make things clear : I would like to communicate with you,
to have
news from you...to take and give like I do with all my good and dearest friends.
Why on earth would you be harmfull to me or I to you?

20051123-07.29.me.txt
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Orit,
Lets not be too clear then.
I do not want to pursue this relationship.
Thanks,
Ohad

20051123-07.46.her.txt
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I sincerely regret your decision. But it has always been like that : I
try to reach you and you turn away from me. What a pity.
Farewell Ohad.
Orith.

20051123-07.45.me.txt
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you did ask me to burn all the proof to the contrary.
Farewell.

20051123-11.55.her.txt
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I'm stubborn : when I don't understand I ask clarifications until I understand.
Why don't you accept my friendship simply as it is?
Why is it so complicated from the very first lines?

20051124-02.50.me.txt
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I will try to think of the answers to these questions.
I'll get back to you.

20051124-03.23.me.txt
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and here they come:

You are stupid for not knowing to stay away from those who call you stupid in your face.

Stay Away!


[She did. My next e-mail a few minutes later returned with:
"No such user"]

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Sat, Apr 22 2006 100 Jaccuse Yael Aloni Stolzl Stadler Sharon:

Ariel is too thirsty for money to be able to think straight.
He made an attempt on my life for a mere $40,000,
$10,000 of which he shortly thereafter collected from
the New York Unemplyment Agnecy,
while you gaurds your millions in a swiss bank.

He will not stop chasing me, until you are dead.
He is after money which is not mine until that happens.
He is Addicted to Whores and Gambling.
He lies for a living for many years now,
selecting jobs where this is the only requirement,
bragging about it to me and friends.
He only knows two liars greater them him,
according to his own bragging:
His son Tal, and the best Poker player he knows,
whom Tal cleaned out in a poker game.
He has entangled his life in a web of pretense
fueled by money which he is uncertain he can
continue to obtain.

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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.

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