Ok, I’ll try to get some sense of this. I think on my fathers side of the family, there must have been some communist-mafia, like my uncle and grandfather maybe. And I think the house, on Sand, could have been some type of concentration-camp.
And my steph-sister and father and sister are probably some mafia-stuff as well. It could be more than one mafia.
And on my mothers side, it seems like my grandfather could have been a Russian spy, since he had a lot of russian 50’s/60’s cameras on the addict in the house in Nevlunghavn, and went to London buying antiques all the time, which he sold later.
And I heard my father say he was a communist in the car when we were at my grandmothers birthday at Hotel Wasiloff, or something, in Stavern, around 1986.
And he was a laywer during the ‘landsvike-prossessen’ in Norway after the war. That’s like the process of justice against the traitors of the country, that is the people collaborating with the Nazi’s etc.
So my grandfather was most probably a communist and probably a russian spy then.
And I think my uncle, Håkon, set me up so that I was followed by this mafia, after I moved to Oslo.
And also my steph-father must have been some mafia-stuff I think, and the woman he was living with, Mette Ancona Holter.
And I think the police and inteligence, must have tryed to get me in trouble, by using the District Manager in Rimi, Skodvin, to put me in shops together with
Mafia.
Like Falkenberg at Nylænde, and then at Bjørndal, with the washing-company ‘Kvalitetsrengjøring’, where I think that Viggo and May-Britt and Hava etc. must have been mafia.
And then, when kvalitetsrengjøring was to polish the floor at Bjørndal, then the manager Kristian Kvehaugen, said that it was ok to just eat an ice-cream and drink a soda,
without paying, when one had to work extra while the floor was polished etc.
So it could seem that he knew the company was mafia, and wanted to get me in problems, by having them think I was gay or something then.
Because he didn’t use to be that generous, on behalf of the shop etc.
And he wanted me to buy a Lada once, after I had to sell the HiAce I had, because I couldn’t afford to keep it due to the low Rimi-wages, for Assisting Store Managers.
The Lada belonged to his son Thomas, I think, who later became manager at Rimi Munkelia.
He had inherited the Lada from some aunt or grandmother or something I think.
But I seem to remember that the women working in the shop, made a point out of that the father and son didn’t resemble eachother.
And Kristian thought that Stein-Erik Hagen was gay, due to the way he smiled etc.
And I think the football-team, at IT-akademiet, with Espen as team-leader, was a plot to injure my knee.
And someone got my face distroyed as well, in 2003, when Skodvin had got placed me back at Rimi Bjørndal, where Songül now worked, sister
of Hava that worked at ‘Kvalitetsrengjøring’, and then Rimi Bjørndal.
So it could seem that Skodvin, maybe representing inteligence/police, wanted me to get into problems, and being followed by the mafia.
So that they could use me as a living target, or something, for some reason.
Maybe to get evidence against a mafia, or just to find a clever way to get rid of me, for some reason.
I overheard people talking about Songül being together with a mafia-guy, and trying to get information about me, to try to kill me or something.
And I heard a woman there, probably the same that recomended the ‘Kvalitetsrengjøring’ washing-company, talk with another woman in the shop there, saying that she had heard
that I was being followed by the mafia _as well_, probably with the intention that I should hear it.
And it also seems that police, or someone, got me more or less bullied out of Oslo University College, when I started studying there in 2002, since there were some guys at the
back-row having some type of campaign against me there it seemed, and also the lecturers treated me more or less like I had a serious contagous decice.
And it seems like the police must have been using inteligence-methods, to get me to leave Oslo.
Like they set up two people talking together at Oslo University College, when they knew I’d walk pass, so that I’d hear them talking about me, and saying things to try to scare me,
to try to make me go abroad.
And it could also have been police, that was trying to kill me at my uncles farm in Kvelde, outside of Larvik, July 2005.
Then I ran abroad again, and ended up in Liverpool.
Here I started working at Arvato.
And neighter the Norwegian or British police has wanted to give me any help, when I contacted them
Arvato seems to must have been under control by some local mafia maybe, and using northern women as slaves, both at work and otherwise I guess.
And it seemed to me that something was wrong there, so I wrote some e-mails to the newspapers etc., warning about organised criminal activity etc.
But I wasn’t really sure exactly what was going on, and I stayed at home writing some summaries etc, and I was overworked, because they me working more or less like a slave there
the last months at Arvato, so I needed some time to recover from that.
So I stayed at home for six or seven weeks, waiting for Arvato and the police to call, but they didn’t.
And also since I had picked up that I was followed by some mafia, and because it seemed to me that I was being spyed on everywere in town etc.
So I thought mabye the mafia would loose control then, if I only stayed at home, not talking to anyone.
But I wasn’t sure if the local police was involved in some way, since they didn’t want to help me.
And they didn’t call, like they were supposed to, so when I ran out of money, then I went to the police, asking them what to tell about Arvato, at the job-center, since I was broke.
And I’d also told the embassy many weeks earlier, that the women at Arvato, probably were being used by some criminal network etc. Maybe like slaves.
But the police have just been pretending like nothing has been going on, and still tell me what’s going on, or give me information, advice, etc.
This is now more than a year ago, and I think the police aren’t allowed to do things like that.
And I also think the police have been spying on me, and using inteligence-methods, so that some mafia would have a go at me, so that the Police would get evidence against them.
Or something like that.
So I’m not really sure who to trust, but it seems clear to me that the governments in Norway, and probably also Britain, has dragged me into some kind of game or war, that is really
not my game or war, and then to sacrefice me, to try to get some evidence or something, against some mafia, or Illuminati perhaps.
And that this war has probably been going on for years and years, but that the Government haven’t told the people what has been goving on.
For some reason.
And I think they have been trying to cover up what has been happening at Arvato, and maybe payed people off, not to say what has been goving on.
And I also think that the police, have been trying to kill me, since they don’t have any use for me anymore, in this war that they keep secret, and are sacreficeing people in.
Beacause I’ve picked up overhearing people here in Liverpool, talking to ununiformed police, following me, that what are the police doing, using people like living targets, I guess
it was that they were complaing about.
And then the police answered, he was supposed to be the last one.
So this people sacreficing has propably been going on for a while.
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