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    Mon, Jun 14, 2010 at 9:30 PM





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    9:22 PM christian: hei
    er du der erik?
    nå må du slutte å tulle

    7 minutes
    9:30 PM christian: erik
    er du der?
    9:31 PM hva er det du snakker om? drapsforsøk på deg?
    du spøker nå?
    9:32 PM drap på Thor? det var en av mine beste venner på berger…
    han ble alene i den snøhulen
    det var en forfærdelig ulykke
    9:33 PM delaktighet i min mors død? dette er det værste du kommer med, du bør passe på hva du sier, dette er saker som gjør vondt
    9:34 PM jeg var 8 år
    me: du har tydeligvis vanskeligheter for å skjønne, jeg har sagt at jeg ikke vil ha mer med deg å gjøre
    9:35 PM slutt å kontakt meg nå
    christian: det er jeg som skal slutte å kontakte deg
    ta det med ro
    denne sammtalen blir nok det siste vi sier til hverandre
    9:36 PM me: ja, det er dette jeg ønsker, at du slutter å kontakte meg
    christian: jeg ønsker at du kommer ut av den paranoian din og at du kommer deg på beina igjen
    og er det slik, kan du godt ta kontakt
    me: du er som en sånn igle, som ikke lar folk være i fred
    christian: men mens du er i denne paranoian din
    kan du bare drite i å ta kontakt
    me: piss off da
    9:37 PM fuck off
    christian: ha det
    me: chao






    PS.

    Men nå har jeg stilt på noen greier i G-mail chat.

    Så nå tror jeg at jeg skal slippe å få flere sånne henvendelser.

    Vi får se.

    Mvh.

    Erik Ribsskog

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    Sun, Jun 13, 2010 at 8:44 AM





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    8:44 AM christian: hei erik
    god dag






    PS.

    Det her er om da mora til Christian, Tove Grønli, døde:

    mora til christian døde

    PS 2.

    Og her er han gutten som døde i hagen deres, Thor Furuheim:

    døde i hagen

    PS 3.

    Thor Furuheim, døde 4. februar 1980, i hagen til Petter og Christian og Tove Grønli og han Willy, i Havnehagen 4.

    Og da kjente ikke jeg Petter og Christian og dem.

    For da ville jeg huska det.

    (For jeg ble bare fortalt om det her i ettertid, at han Thor Furuheim døde i hagen deres.

    Men dem sa ikke det med en gang, når jeg begynte å henge hos dem.

    Det venta dem med å si.

    Og da virka det som for meg, at det her var ihvertfall et år eller to sida.

    Men men).

    Men faren min flytta ned til Haldis, like etter det her.

    Og da sa han at jeg kunne henge hos Petter og Christian og dem.

    Fra kanskje en måned eller to, etter at han Furuheim-gutten døde i hagen deres da.

    Så døde Tove Grønli, i februar 1981 vel.

    (Dvs. nesten nøyaktig et år seinere).

    På den samme adressen.

    Så jeg kjente Petter og Christian Grønli, i mindre enn et år.

    Og da ble også St. Hansfeiringa, på Ulviksletta avlyst, i juni 1980.

    For mora til Thor Furuheim, Ruth Furuheim, hu var leder av Bergeråsen Vel, eller om det var leder av St. Hansaften-komiteen, som hu var.

    Så sånn var det.

    Så derfor kjenner ikke egentlig Christian Grønli meg så bra.

    For han vet ikke at jeg er b-menneske.

    Så han prøver å chatte med meg, klokka 8 på en søndag morgen.

    Og tror at jeg er våken da.

    Mens jeg heller er sånn, at jeg sitter oppe hele natta, og skriver blogg eller driver med programmering osv.

    Så han Christian Grønli, han kjenner egentlig ikke meg, kan man se.

    Og min far, han fikk meg til å bli nye kameraten til Petter og Christian Grønli.

    En måned eller to, etter at han Thor Furuheim døde, i hagen deres.

    Så jeg tror ikke at faren min kan ha vært så veldig glad i meg, for å si det sånn.

    Det virker for meg, som at faren min og Runar, har drivi og prøvd å få meg drept, under oppveksten.

    For jeg husker ting som at Petter og Christian Grønli, prøvde å få meg til å gå med hue først inn i en trang snøhule.

    I hagen til farmora mi på Sand.

    Vinteren etter at han Furuheim-gutten døde på samme måte, på Bergeråsen.

    Og lensmannen i Svelvik.

    Han tørr vel knapt å bevege seg ute på Bergeråsen.

    Jeg tror ikke de i Svelvik er så gode til å etterforske mistenkelige dødsfall, akkurat.

    Så Bergeråsen må være et eldorado, for kriminelle, sånn som jeg kan se det.

    Så sånn er nok det.

    Så vi får se hva som skjer.

    Vi får se.

    Mvh.

    Erik Ribsskog

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    Mon, Jun 7, 2010 at 9:11 PM





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    8:46 PM christian: hei erik
    hvordan går det?
    jeg er i norge nå
    8:47 PM kl er snart 22.00 og her er det fremdeles lyst
    me: jeg har ikke funnet ut hva han stefaren din het
    har du hørt fra hun annika?
    8:48 PM christian: nei
    men det er det samme erik
    takk for hjelpen
    me: det er det samme nå plutselig
    okey
    christian: jo
    me: den er grei
    christian: jeg blr kanskje litt ivrig der og da
    me: men da har vel ikke vi mer vi skulle ha prata om da, har vi vel det?
    8:49 PM christian: men nå vet jeg ikke om jeg har lyst å møte fyren
    me: okey np
    christian: hvorfor det?
    me: vi kjente jo hverandre bare et år da vi var guttunger
    jeg sa jo det, at jeg likte ikke de kameratene dine
    paul osv
    christian: hva har han med at vi prater sammen?
    vi er voksene nå da
    8:50 PM me: nei, men du skjønner vel at jeg er litt skeptisk til deg?
    ja vi er voksne nå
    christian: hva har de kameratene med meg å gjøre nå?
    me: jeg ble litt ivrig og kontakta deg
    for noen år siden
    christian: nei, skjønner ikke det
    me: men da visste jeg ikke at du var sånn, at du hadde et rødt og et grønt øye osv
    på facebook
    du er så spesiell vet du christian
    christian: det er photoshop
    me: ja, men likevel
    christian: jeg har da ikke øyene slik
    me: bare å ha et sånt bilde som profilbilde på facebook liksom
    8:51 PM nei, men du er litt spesiell vet du
    når du har sånt bilde
    christian: bør jeg ta det som noe godt eller dårlig?
    jeg mener at du er spesiell
    me: nei, det bør du ta som en forklaring
    på hvorfor jeg sitter her og er skeptisk
    christian: forklaring på hva da?
    8:52 PM me: du har jo bodd et helt liv nesten i utlandet
    christian: jeg er spessiell og du blir skeptisk av det?
    me: jeg kjente deg, da vi var 9-10 år
    det var 30 år siden
    christian: and?
    me: mora di døde i februar 1981
    christian: ja
    me: og du og broren din flytta til mexico
    christian: og?
    me: det er 29 og et halvt år siden
    8:53 PM christian: faren min bodde der
    nei
    me: nei da kjenner vi hverandre ikke så bra da vet du
    christian: vi møttes i oslo en gang
    jeg måp si at det var morsomt
    me: vi veit ikke hvordan den andre er
    jeg kan ikke vite om du er kriminell eller ikke
    christian: er ikke det men oppdager etterhvert?
    me: jeg har overhørt at jeg er forfulgt av noe som kalles 'mafian' i oslo
    du har bodd i oslo, har jeg skjønt
    8:54 PM christian: jo
    me: men jeg må være ekstra skeptisk nå vet du christian
    christian: i 6 år
    jasså?
    me: siden jeg har overhørt at jeg er forfulgt av noe som kalles 'mafian'
    dette er ikke riktig tid for meg christian
    christian: hva har det med meg å gjøre?
    me: det må bli etter at jeg har fått rettighetene mine av politiet
    nei, dette har med politiet å gjøre
    jeg har problemer med politiet
    christian: skjønner
    me: som jeg må få ordna opp i
    8:55 PM christian: men da burde du være her med en advokat
    me: ellers så hadde jeg tatt en bytur, hvis jeg hadde vært i norge
    sånn som sist
    christian: eller?
    me: jeg har prøvd å fått tak i advokat
    christian: ok
    me: jeg driver fortsatt på med det
    christian: hva skjedde?
    me: så vi får ta en pause til etter at jeg har fått rettighetene mine fra politiet, synes jeg
    hvis det er i orden for deg
    okey?
    christian: tror ikke advokatene på deg?
    me: det er lang historie
    8:56 PM christian: som du vil
    me: for lang til å ta hele leksa om nå
    åkey, den er grei
    christian: du vet hvordan du finner meg hvis du trenger noen å snakke med
    me: ja, det veit jeg
    det har jeg jo klart å finne tidligere så
    christian: jeg vet
    8:57 PM me: åkey, takk for at du viser forståelse for hvordan min situasjon er
    christian: tror du er flink å spore folk
    me: du får ha lykke til i mellomtiden da christian
    jo, jeg sitter kanskje for mye foran pc-en
    christian: dessuten har du en sinnsyk bra hukommelse
    me: ja, det er derfor jeg skriver så mye på bloggen
    jeg vet ikke hvem jeg har arva den fra
    men men
    christian: kanskje moren din?
    me: ja, muligens, jeg flytta jo fra henne da jeg var ni år
    8:58 PM christian: kanskje faren din før hn begynte å drikke for mye?
    me: så jeg husker jo ikke henne bedre enn du husker mora di, f.eks.
    ja, det er mulig
    han flytta jo ned til haldis han, da jeg var ni og et halvt
    christian: litt av begge er vel det mest logiske
    me: så jeg husker jo sikkert ikke han bedre enn du husker han willy
    stefaren din
    eller hva du kalte han
    jepp
    den er grei, da får du ha lykke til i oslo da
    8:59 PM jeg er fortsatt i england jeg
    christian: morderen til moren min?
    det er jo det han er
    me: ja, det veit jeg ikke, hva som skjedde
    han kom på døra vår
    christian: han drepte morra mi
    me: og så rar ut i trynet
    christian: det er defor jeg vil ha noen ord med han
    me: hvordan veit du det da
    ja, det skjønner jeg jo egentlig
    9:00 PM ja, jeg kan prøve mer å få tak i navnet hans
    christian: det var mystiske omstendigheter rundt det hele
    me: jeg sendte en e-post til han per furuheim
    christian: det var et glassbord som var knust
    me: vi får se om han svarer
    christian: og han mente han ikke hadde hørt noe
    en voksen mann
    litt skeptisk
    me: ja, han sa bare at tove var død
    ja det er mulig
    det rimer kanskje dårlig med hjerneblødning
    jeg skal ha det i bakhue
    9:01 PM christian: at de hadde en fight
    han dytta morra mi
    hun lanna på borde som le knust
    og dette forrosaket en hjerneblødning
    me: han willy, han var yngre enn mora di, var han ikke det?
    christian: det er det jeg tror
    me: ja, det kan det jo ha vært
    christian: jeg husker ikke det, men han var en drittsekk
    me: det var faren min som sa det med hjerneblødning
    christian: det husker jeg
    de krangla masse
    9:02 PM me: men dem kan jo ha vært korrupte, kripos
    åkey
    hvor lenge var de sammen da
    christian: men nok om det
    politiet fant jo ikke noe ut av det
    me: bodde willy der da han furuheim-gutten døde
    nei, det er mulig
    christian: tror ikke det
    me: åkey
    9:03 PM christian: det med thor var en ulykke
    me: men han willy var fra drammen, var han ikke det?
    christian: kanskje det
    me: ja, han fikk snøhula over seg, da du og petter spiste middag
    christian: jeg vet ikke hvor han kom fra
    me: var det ikke sånn da
    christian: plutselig var han der
    me: åkey
    christian: men det kan være
    me: hvordan kjente mora di faren min da
    christian: muttern jobba jo på drammens is
    9:04 PM me: ja, stemmer det
    christian: i dont know
    me: det huska jeg ikke
    åkey
    christian: på en bar eller noe
    kanskje
    me: traff hu faren min på en bar?
    bodde han faren din også på Bergeråsen?
    christian: han willy
    ikke faren din
    me: ok willy ja
    nei, men dere kjente faren min også og haldis
    9:05 PM var det gjennom willy eller
    christian: på bergeråsen
    det var jo ikke store plassen
    me: eller dere kjente jo alle der mer eller mindre
    christian: haldis var jo beste vennina til morra mi
    me: ja, begge de jobba jo i drammen
    christian: aha?
    me: ja haldis jobba jo på cc
    christian: visste ikke at haldis jobba
    9:06 PM aha
    ok
    me: hu jobba på cc elektro, het det vel
    christian: du sier noe der
    me: og seinere på hennes og mauritz
    i drammen
    nei, cubus var det
    og seinere starta hu vannsengbutikk, sammen med faren min
    på strømsø
    christian: husker den senga
    hehehe
    me: på det store rommet mitt?
    christian: men erik
    jepp
    9:07 PM me: det var da jeg bodde i leirfaret det
    du måtte ta til takke med den vanlige senga mi, på det første rommet mitt
    christian: jeg skal legge meg… har noen møter i morra
    skal tilig opp
    har nesten ikke sovet i det hele tatt
    så jeg er ganske trøtt
    9:08 PM som sagt
    me: ja, jeg synes det er litt spesielt at du skal styre så mye i samtalene
    christian: er det noe du trenger så send meg en mail eller noe
    me: det er liksom bare på dine premisser
    christian: hææææ?
    me: nei, glem det da
    du har jo bodd i utlandet i mange år vet du
    christian: jeg tror jeg lytter på deg jeg
    me: så du skjønner ikke det du
    christian: hrhr
    9:09 PM hehehe
    greit erik
    me: åkey, du får ha lykke til på møtene da
    hva du nå skal drive med
    hei og hopp!
    christian: du med mafia og politi sakene dine
    me: ok, hejdå
    9:10 PM christian: håper at du kommer tilbake til jorda en gang
    for du er jo en kul type
    men god humor
    og inteligent
    me: ja vi får håpe det da vet du
    christian: synd det som skjer med deg
    me: ja det er jeg enig i
    9:11 PM vi får håpe at politiet får ut fingeren
    christian: håper at du får fiksa de en dag
    me: som det heter
    christian: ja
    det får vi håpe på
    take care
    god natt
    me: du får ha lykke til i jakten på din mors morder
    hadetbra
    christian: ha det






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    Mon, May 31, 2010 at 9:29 AM





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    Hei Annika,

    jeg sendte han Christian videre til deg jeg.
    Siden du er sånn skikkelig Berger-jente.
    Og jeg liker de vennene til Petter og Christian, dvs. Paul og dem.

    Håper det er i orden.

    Jeg skylder deg en tjeneste isåfall.
    Mvh.

    Erik Ribsskog

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    From: christian gronli <christian.gronli@gmail.com>

    Date: 2010/5/28
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    11:52 PM christian: er du der erik?

    det er vel bedre å snakke her en å sende alle disse spørsmålene hele tiden?
    11:55 PM er du der?

    11:56 PM Erik?












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    Mon, May 31, 2010 at 9:19 AM





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    9:19 AM me: Heisann Christian, hva skjer da?
    christian: ikke mye
    skal på jobb
    me: jeg sendte e-post til Annika, om hu huska etternavet til han Willy.
    husker du henne?
    9:20 AM christian: Annika?
    nope
    me: det er fridag i england i dag, Summer bank holiday, eller noe
    søstra til magnar i klassen til broren din
    christian: hvem er Annika?
    me: bodde på toppen
    christian: ok
    me: søstra til magnar som gikk i klassen din
    lyst hår, venninne av christell og søstra mi
    de gikk i samme klasse
    christian: kjente hun willy?
    9:21 AM me: jeg vet ikke, bergeråsen var ikke så stort
    christian: faren din vet nok etternavnet
    eller haldis
    me: men jeg fortalte henne, at han hadde vært sammen med en keeper på glassverket
    christian: har du noen mail til de?
    me: kanskje hu finner det ut
    christian: en telf kanskje?
    me: nei du får ringe dem
    et sec
    9:22 AM du får ringe opplysninga eller søke på nettet, jeg vil ikke ha noe med dem å gjøre
    christian: har du ikke telf til dem?
    me: nei
    jeg har ikke noe med dem å gjøre
    christian: hva heter faren din?
    eller etternavnet til haldis
    så finner jeg nok dem
    me: du kan ta det med hu annika
    9:23 AM hu heter annika horten
    et sec
    christian: hvor bor de forresten?
    det er helt greit erik
    jeg kan nok spørre søstra di eller christell om dette
    hu kan nok hjelpe deg
    9:24 AM hu kjenner mange i drammen og på berger
    christian: ok
    me: men jeg er litt skeptisk til deg og broren din
    christian: takk
    me: for jeg likte ikke han kameraten deres paul
    så ta det med annika du
    hu er skikkelig berger-jente
    så hu kan sikkert ordne det
    christian: aha
    den er grei
    takk skal du ha
    me: så bare ta alle spørsmål du har med henne
    no problem
    9:25 AM da håper jeg at hun kan hjelpe deg
    ok, hadetbra da
    christian: vi snakkes
    take care
    me: ok, hejda
    ja, eller ta det med hu annika
    christian: nyt denne fridagen
    me: hei
    auf wiedersen
    farvel mener jeg
    adjø
    adjø blir det vel
    9:26 AM christian: ha det
    vi prates erik
    me: adjø ja, ta det med hu annika
    ta det med hu annika
    christian: ok
    me: ok, adjø da
    christian: den er grei
    me: ok, adjø da
    christian: adjø






  • I don’t any longer have anything to do with ‘Mr. Ewans’, since he is talking down to me and is being inpolite, I think







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    Thu, Apr 9, 2009 at 12:18 AM





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    11:47 PM Ewans: hi Erik

    12 minutes
    12:00 AM Ewans: I think you should return to Norway. It's safer there (my experience)
    me: who is this?
    Ewans: Nick Ewans
    12:01 AM me: where's your name gone from the chat
    Ewans: ?
    You don't see my name?
    me: it doesn't say your name on the chat
    nope
    Ewans: weird
    Did you get my email?
    me: yes, i read your email
    12:02 AM Ewans: I'm in Oslo now
    me: i think it's a bit strange, that you have turned 180 degrees in everything
    ok
    Ewans: I haven't turned 180 degrees. But after spending more time investigating, I came to some new conclusions
    12:03 AM which I think are good news
    me: ok, i thought it was a bit strange that you spoke with my old coleguess, without asking me first
    12:04 AM Ewans: You've mentioned the name of a lot of them on your blog, so I had much background material (I can read Norwegian)
    me: ok, but you didn't say that you spoke on behalf of me, i hope
    Ewans: No.
    me: and how can you know who to trust?
    Ewans: I don't now, quite.
    12:05 AM But I've spoken to several people, and I feel I've reached a conclusin that is correct
    me: ok, but don't you think it's a bit strange, that the whole suburb of Bjørndal should be involved in a practical joke against me?
    12:06 AM Ewans: The whole suburb?
    me: practicly
    do they say that it was just a joke?
    Ewans: Please elaborate
    me: well i overheard about this from several people at Bjørndal
    12:07 AM and several people acted strange
    Ewans: yes, one of your former co-workers who remembered what happened told me it was a (silly) joke
    me: I overheard about it from at least four people
    Ewans: Well, I haven't spoken to all of them, but
    me: why would two women in their 50's, who i didn't know, have a silly joke against me
    12:08 AM i don't think this add up
    Ewans: I guess they could have heard of the joke from the others and repeated it, because they believed you believed it?
    me: are you sure that you haven't been tricked by the people on Bjørndal?
    the two established women in their 50's?
    12:09 AM you obviously don't know how established Norwegian women act
    Ewans: I told them I was working on a book, I didn't say I knew you personally or something like that
    I couldn't identify the two women
    me: ok, but you are aware of that I've published our conversations on my blog, which is being read mostly in Norway?
    12:10 AM i don't think this adds up
    Ewans: But I believe you may have been scared after hearing of it (the joke) and possibly "imagined" some of it (very usual)
    me: ok
    what about my father
    you said it was a dane
    have you got the file perhaps?
    how could you mix up my father with a dane?
    Ewans: No, I have the information from a bank-employee in Frankfurt
    12:11 AM me: I think you are a bit inpolite saying that this is just something I've imagined
    Ewans: I didn't say that
    me: so I don't think it's any point of going on
    Ewans: Some people made a joke, obviously
    So there is some substance
    me: i also got my face distroyed
    was that also a practical joke?
    Ewans: an accident?
    12:12 AM me: I'm sorry Mr. Ewans, I doubt you a bit now
    Ewans: ok
    me: no, i think i have explained about that to you
    12:13 AM and the stuff with my grandfather
    Ewans: About your face?
    me: was that also a joke?
    yeah, I thought i had explained about it
    Ewans: No joke, but your sister isn't persecuted because of that
    It's a long time ago
    me: my sister?
    Ewans: most people are dead
    me: my sister is in on what
    Ewans: your sister is the grandchild of Johannes as well
    me: on whats going on
    yes, like my brother
    Ewans: yes
    12:14 AM me: but i don't trust my sister
    she'
    Ewans: ok
    me: she
    she's in on this the way i see it
    she
    she's an illuminist i think
    Ewans: I see
    12:15 AM me: she was using a norwegian boy as a slave in Karl Johan
    Ewans: For how long has she been an illuminist, do you think?
    me: was that a joke as well?
    i dont know, ask the boy from Karl Johan
    i dont i should speak more with you
    Ewans: Idon't know his identity
    12:16 AM why?
    me: you are obviously thinking that im imagening things
    we arent on the same level
    Ewans: No
    me: you speak down to me
    Ewans: I'm not thinking you are imagining everything
    me: thats my opinion
    Ewans: But some incidents may have other explanations
    me: my opinion is that you are speaking down to me
    ok?
    12:17 AM did that get throug?
    Ewans: I don't feel it that way, it's not my intention
    me: ..
    ok, but this is still my opinion
    ok?
    Ewans: Ok
    me: ok, so i say goodbye then
    ok?
    Ewans: Are you sure?
    me: now your doing it again
    Ewans: I would really like to speak to you some more
    12:18 AM me: piss off mr ewans
    piss off
    Ewans: I see
    me: fuck off
    Ewans: Why?
    me: blody yankee bastard
    ive had enough
    piss off
    piss off
    Ewans: What's going on?
    me: do you hear me?
    Ewans: Why are you so angry at me?
    me: i dont want anything more to do with you
    aren't you listening
    im out
    bye
    12:19 AM Ewans: erik, please












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    Wed, Apr 8, 2009 at 4:43 PM





    To:

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    Erik,

    I’m currently visiting Oslo, and have been investigating your case

    today, because it would indeed be highly interesting if a normal guy

    like you had been persecuted by the mafia. I’ve talked to some of your

    former co-workers and other people you’ve mentioned. It appears the

    incident in 2003 was meant as a joke, according to a former co-worker

    who had overheard it from someone, and was not seriously meant (I

    promised not to mention his name, because of your blog). I’ve also

    spoken to some people who know the "mafia", that is, Albanian (among

    others) criminals in Oslo. They could confirm that the criminals have

    no interest in you. It also appears that the incident in Kveld in 2005

    was not connected to you, it was just some people trying to capture(?)

    some animals, according to a local guy.

    My conclusion is that it is completely safe for you to return to

    Norway, should you wish to do so.

    I’ve also discussed the bank transfer with the guy in Frankfurt that I

    know, and there  seems to be a mistake. It was a Danish guy with

    almost the same name who received the money for two cars he sold to a

    company in Munich.

    Nick






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    Fri, Apr 3, 2009 at 10:35 PM





    To:

    eribsskog@gmail.com



    9:04 PM Ewans: hi
    9:07 PM me: hi there
    Ewans: how is life?
    9:08 PM me: well it's not bad, and yourself?
    Ewans: i'm researching an interesting project
    not related to you
    can't tell more, though
    me: okey, i see, not bad
    ok, np.
    i sent an e-mail to a norwegian newspaper
    9:09 PM about the stuff with the Gerhardsen and Stoltenbergs-families in Norway
    and the problems with my grandfater
    Ewans: ok. I doubt they will do anything about it.
    me: and the mafia built up by Hauge
    ok, that's strange
    but it's like military secrets almost then i guess
    9:10 PM i mean, i've read speaches of kennedy etc, saying that there should be openness about things like this in society
    Ewans: those journalists have to think of their own career, or they'll end up like you
    i think
    me: yeah, i guess that makes sense
    Ewans: problems with the elite, no jobs etc
    9:11 PM someone calling and "warning" about them
    me: i see, i'm not so into how these things are working, but maybe some idealists want to publish about it
    ok, i see
    9:12 PM Ewans: btw, did you know your father received quite a bit of money fromGermany in the late 80s? Did he always have much money?
    me: well, he bought new american and german cars, and i always got money for food
    9:13 PM i lived alone in the 80's, and got like £20-£30 a week for food, and my grandmother also got money for food for me
    but before the 80's then I don't think they had that much money
    9:14 PM my father used to have used cars in the 70's
    and he went bankrupt on a house-building project, around 1989
    Ewans: what happened then?
    me: he bought an old house, in Sand in Svelvik
    he tore it down
    9:15 PM and wanted to build six appartments on the property
    but some neighbours, on a farm, the Sand-family complained about increased traffic
    the council said he could only build four semi-detached houses
    9:16 PM and the project went bankrupt before it was finished, and my father went bankrupt, like i've understood it
    i moved to Oslo in 1989, my father sold the flat I had been living in, and i didn't go much back to Berger in Svelvik
    9:17 PM and I didn't have much more to with my father after 1989, i used struggeled on, on my own, without any family support etc
    Ewans: do you sometimes miss Berger, now you're living in the UK?
    9:18 PM me: well, i haven't lived at Berger, since 1989, when my father sold the flat there, that i had lived in, in the 80's
    but i occationally miss the place, but i haven't had anything to do with the place since then, since i'm not welcome in my fathers house by my steph-mother, Haldis Humblen
    9:19 PM Ewans: why are you not welcome?
    9:21 PM me: i don't know. Noone has told me. When I was nine years old, in 1980, my father moved from his flat, (where I had just moved, from my mother in Larvik), to Haldis Humblen, and I was left to live alone, in my fathers old flat, without anyone explaining me why, other than that the rest of my family didn't like Haldis
    9:22 PM Ewans: your uncles (in the Olsen family) and grandparents don't/didn't like Haldis either?
    me: yes that's right. Neighter my uncle Håkon, who lived at Bergeråsen, or my grandmother, Ågot, who lived at Sand, also at Berger, liked Haldis
    9:23 PM Ewans: what is she like? Unpleasant?
    me: well, you see, i haven't lived in the same house as her, so I don't really know she is
    9:24 PM my uncle says that's shes nice to the ones she don't know
    but that this is superficial
    Ewans: your father seems to like her, though
    9:25 PM me: yes, he says that he likes Haldis since she's not the kind of woman who put nail-polish on her toe-nails, whatever that's supposed to mean
    9:26 PM Ewans: is she still working?
    9:27 PM me: i don't think so. They used to have a waterbed-shop together, in Drammen, in the 80's, but that shop is closed now, as far as I know
    Ewans: her sons, what do you make of them?
    9:28 PM me: i think the Jan Snoghøj-son might be an illuminist
    and the Viggo Snoghøj son is in Florida, working in a gym, but really more or less as a gigolo for an American-woman my sister said once
    9:29 PM Ewans: and Christell, you were quite fond of her, weren't you? Do you still have feelings for her?
    9:31 PM me: well, i was a bit mesmerised by her, since she looks fine. But i haven't had almost anything to do with her, since the 80's, so I don't really know she is now. But I think that when she grew up, she was manipulated by Jan
    Ewans: apparently, she's married with kids
    9:32 PM me: yes, that's right, i read coincidently, that she had named her oldest daughter i think, Ronja Erika
    Ewans: Ronja Erika??
    me: but noone has told me, that her daughter has the same name as me
    Ewans: did you ever have sexual intercourse with her?
    9:33 PM me: yes, i found it on the net, she had applied for some holiday and the council had published the application
    it should be on my blog
    no, i never had sex with her
    why do you wonder?
    Ewans: since she named her daugher after you
    me: no, im not the father, or anything
    9:34 PM it could be another Erik, Thorhaldsson, on Berger
    my sister has had much more contact with Christell, but Pia hasn't told me about the Erika name
    I think my sister is an illuminist
    Ewans: because?
    9:35 PM me: since it's like she wants to use me as a slave or something
    she spied on me for my father once
    Ewans: recently?
    me: no, in 1989 or 1990
    in Ågot's hus in Sand
    Ewans: your grandmother's house?
    9:36 PM me: yes, that's right
    i was studying in Oslo, but went there for a weekend-holiday, and my sister lived there with my grandmother
    after my father sold the house i lived in for eight years, where my sister lived the last half year
    9:38 PM Ewans: But spying on you for your father, does that make her an illuminist? Your father could have fooled her to do so ("I'm only trying to help Erik"…)
    9:39 PM me: well theres more
    Ewans: she was young
    ok?
    me: once my sister used a boy as a slave in the Karl Johans gate, Norways parade-streat
    9:40 PM to beg for money from passers by
    a boy her own age, they where 19 i guess, in 1991 or something
    right after my sister had moved to oslo
    9:41 PM Ewans: sounds desperate
    me: once her friend Monica
    well my sister was in charge
    and had control, but the boy seemed strange
    she commanded him
    her friend monica sold hasjis, in an Oslo pub
    9:42 PM were thrown out, and threw a thoarch at my sister
    so like my sister made her do it
    she was terrorising her friends it seems
    9:43 PM Ewans: did she ever terrorize you?
    me: or controling them perhaps
    no, but she has an upleasent act
    like when i studied in sunderland
    then she took her friend siv there
    with there two kids
    for the christmas and newyear holiday
    9:44 PM they couldnt afford a hotel-stay
    so i had to ask two neighbour students at the Forge
    to let my sister rent their rooms
    and then she talked almost like a gangster
    9:45 PM (her son is half Somalian, since Pia has had two african men in Oslo, Keyton and Negib, from etiopia)
    and i think Pia embarrased me, because she had an upleasant tone there, not like all the other people in Sunderland
    9:46 PM Ewans: she had a somali son? How did your family react?
    me: well, after the army, i lived in a shared flat
    my sister didn't have anywhere to live, so she moved in to my room there
    later she got her own room
    it was rented out by the council
    9:47 PM then she got the son, but she didn't have that much to do with our parents
    Ingeborg has blaimed me, she didn't like it that Pia has a half Somalian son
    but i was in the army when Pia met Keyton
    9:48 PM Ewans: your grandmother is racist?
    me: and she was 20 or 21 or something
    well she didn't like it, that Pia got a half somalian son
    but she's old, so old people don't often like that
    Ewans: i see
    me: because in Norway we haven't had many African people living
    9:49 PM so she blaimed me, but Pia lived her friends when she met Keyton, and was an adult
    so I don't understand why Ingeborg would blame me
    but Ingeborg is difficult to reason with, I think
    Ewans: is she married to Keyton?
    9:50 PM me: no, they split up before Daniel was born, and Pia got a Coucil-flat
    Ewans: where's Keyton now? still in Norway? What kind of person is he,has he got a job or something?
    9:51 PM me: i dont think he has a job, he made noises when he ate, and didnt speak norwegian.
    he was a like a cool gangster-type id say
    without knowing if he was a criminal
    Ewans: he only spoke english?
    9:52 PM me: yeah i think he spoke english, and not Norwegian, if i remember correctly, they were seing eachother in 1994 etc
    9:53 PM Ewans: and your sister is now a single mom?
    me: no, my sister got togheter with Negib again, that she was with, before Keyton
    Christell liked Negib better than Keyton, I remeber she telling Pia
    one of the few times i met Christell after I moved to Oslo
    9:54 PM Ewans: and they're still together?
    me: as far as i know, yes, but my sister said that they could go months or weeks without speaking with eachother
    so i think its a bit strange
    9:55 PM Ewans: she don't have any other children (with Negib)?
    me: no, i dont think so
    i havent had much contact the last two years
    but not untill then
    Ewans: and he's Somali as well. Is he working or something?
    me: no, hes from etiopia.
    9:56 PM he worked as a delivery-guy, for 'Tiny bud-service', in Oslo, driving a Hi-Ace type of car
    9:57 PM Ewans: tiny was owned by that extremist right-wing politician, I believe?
    me: yes that's right
    althought in america you might say republican
    why do you want to know all this again 🙂
    Ewans: I lived in Oslo, Norway for one and a half year in the 90s
    9:58 PM I remember the company
    me: of, ok, i didn't know
    ok not bad
    they lived in Tromsøgata, at Sofienberg
    but have moved now
    to Helsfyr
    9:59 PM Ewans: in the east end?
    me: yes that's right, but quite central, one can almost walk in to Oslo city center
    10:00 PM you are trying to find out more about my father etc right?
    Ewans: fromHelsfyr? I thought that was quite far out?
    me: well, it's next to Vålerenga, so I think one can almost walk
    i used to study at Helsfyr
    Ewans: Yes, your family historiy is very strange, and your father especially
    me: but it's better to take the tube that's right
    10:01 PM ok, i agree about that, i'd like to find out more myself, so i guess that's ok
    but you are working for a german company
    or are you working for yourself mostly now
    what other types of things are you usually working with
    Ewans: I'm working for myself mostly, and with different projects
    10:02 PM I used to find missing people, in America
    Since I got interested in cases like yours
    me: ok, i see
    Ewans: Now I do various stuff, and am writing on a book
    10:03 PM me: ok, i see, well i try to find out what has been going on, since i had to live alone from i was nine years of course
    in the christmas of 2003, i think it was
    then i got a lighter and pen set for christmas from Haldis and my father
    my sister wondered what i thought, like it meant something
    10:04 PM maybe some mafia-symbolics?
    often they would give the same for christmas two years in a row etc
    but i guess it could be anything
    10:05 PM i'm sure i have a lot of stuff, in my memory, that i haven't got puzzeled together yet
    so then i'm sure i can be of more help
    which german company was it that sent my father money then, if it's ok to ask?
    10:07 PM Ewans: Frankfurter Sparkasse, I don't know who originally sent it, though
    me: ok, i see, that sound like a bank
    Ewans: that's a bank, that's right
    But I don't know who ordered the money to be sent
    10:08 PM me: my father and my uncle Runar took me to a holiday with a ferry to Kiel, when I was a child
    I see
    how much money was it then?
    if it's ok to ask
    Ewans: Ca. 50 000 DM
    10:09 PM me: and on the Jugoslavia-holiday, in 1980, me and Christell was told to only speak German, in Austria, in a shop, on the way to Jugoslavia
    ok, I don't know what that could be due to
    i don't think my father sold any water-beds etc., to Germany
    10:10 PM and you say that he got money sent from Germany, also at the beginning of the 80's
    10:11 PM Ewans: 50 000 DM in 1986 would be close to a million NOK today, I think
    no, I don't know of any transfers in the early part of the 80s
    me: ok, it was in 1986
    i thought you wrote 1989
    ok
    Ewans: it was in 1986
    me: ok
    10:12 PM yes, that's quite a lot then
    my father also got a car from Germany
    a new Mercedes
    and a new Mitsubishi
    around 1983 perhaps
    he was told there that he couldn't only buy the mercedes, he also had to buy the other car for Haldis
    10:13 PM which i thought was a bit strange back then
    my father complained in my grandmothers house
    a quite young guy from Berger went with him, to drive the other car back
    10:14 PM Christell was a bit messing with me, I'd say, when I grew up, in plots etc., to make me look more groomed etc., and scared other girls away
    10:15 PM also Viggo Snoghøj, the body-builder is very vain
    i think he must have been messed with by Jan and Christell etc
    Ewans: Viggo, he's the gigolo guy?
    me: yes, he's also a body-builder guy
    10:16 PM he workes on a gym in Florida
    I'll find a link, one sec
    I think his being messed with there
    i've tried calling him, but he sounded surprised, but didn't want to talk
    maybe he knows something
    he seems to have been runing away from them perhaps
    maybe he's speak to you
    he wont speak with me
    10:17 PM one sec
    it looks like they've added a pic of another bodybuilder in the youtube vid
    with a little girl looking on 'Viggo'
    to make viggo seem like a perv
    10:20 PM Ewans: i see
    me: because the girl in the vid had dark hair, and christell had blond hair, and viggo didn't have any other sisters etc
    Ewans: He used to live with your father and Haldis Humblen?
    me: yes, that's right, but he moved to Køge, in Denmark, in 1982, or something
    10:21 PM so he moved out from there around the time my sister moved in
    then he's been living in Germany and Sweden, I think, before moving to the USA
    10:22 PM Ewans: I found a blog on the Internet with you father's name, have you seen the blog?
    me: but he's not that sound. a bit self-obsessed
    yes, the 'raggar'-blogg? 🙂
    Ewans: Is it your father?
    me: i thought it could be some mafia/police etc
    i dont know i think it could be something to fuck me up
    Ewans: have you asked your father?
    10:23 PM me: no, he called me night and day, so i had to buy a new phone
    Ewans: you could send an e-mail?
    me: and this on top of what happened when i was a child
    well, i think the only way is to cut the contact
    we haven't had much contact, since the 80's
    it's very tirering with the contact
    10:24 PM Ewans: ok. But I guess he would not deny having created the blog if it's him
    me: he's obviously calling on behalf of someone etc
    no, i don't trust him
    Ewans: There are some other blogs as well, what do you make of them?
    me: he's not that responsible and on level terms etc
    10:25 PM well, it's the hate-blog that's called, galeribsskog
    insane ribsskog
    i can't understand why the police and blogger let these blogs distroy my name
    they are filled with lies, and they are anonymious
    10:26 PM Ewans: do you know who could possibly be behind these blogs?
    me: no, i have thought about the girls at Arvato, or some girls at Berger
    but i dont know
    10:27 PM Ewans: why the girls at Berger? You haven't lived there in 20 years or more?
    me: no, but i have also been puzzeled by my upbringing etc
    10:28 PM Christell said in 1982 or something, that the principal Borgen, on Berger School went into the girls dressing room, while my fahter was lying on their veranda, sunbathing
    my father didn't react
    Christell has also said, in 1989, that my father had abused my sister as a child
    10:29 PM and Christell said, in 2000, or something, that I had done the same, on 17 May, norways national-day, that I had done the same to Pia, which is a lie
    while Pia sat there, and didn't say nothing
    10:30 PM So i wondered about this, that Christell said, was she telling lies
    so I called Annika, christells scool-mate, and asked her
    and she confirmed that Borgen went in to their dressing-room
    10:31 PM But i thought that maybe Annika didn't like that I called her about this, (because there seemed like it could be something more going on, from her Facebook-posts), and then started the blog
    because i cant understand who it could be, so that's why i thought maybe Annika
    10:32 PM or the Arvato-girls, maybe more likely
    Ewans: you have written extensively on many people on your own blog, it could be ony of them, I guess
    me: yeah i guess
    10:33 PM i've just written about what has been going on
    because i think it must be something in my past, that prevents me from geting my rights, from the government etc
    so that's why i've tried to dig in my past
    but i've only written about what has been going on
    10:34 PM and i've promised to remove it, later, when it's sorted
    Ewans: will it ever be sorted, do you think?
    10:35 PM me: but maybe someone think inventing lies, is a good idea, to take revenge, against someone telling the thruth
    i can't say really, at least i'm trying to do my part, to contribute towards this
    do you think my father is in connection with the Illuminati then?
    10:36 PM have you got any web-site etc., where it explains about your work?
    Ewans: I don't know. It's difficult to say.
    me: ok
    Ewans: No, I don't have a website.
    me: ok
    Ewans: I prefer privacy.
    As do many of those I've worked with.
    10:37 PM me: ok, i see, no problem
    ok, im not so used to dealing with things like this, so ive chosen another approach
    i think it's a bit late to turn about this now
    so i write on my blog
    10:38 PM Ewans: I know.
    me: i've published your e-mails, i guess this isn't your right name, right?
    Ewans: Right.
    10:39 PM It would be dangerous for me if you had published my real name
    and damage my work as well
    me: i'm not sure if it's possible to publish google-conversations, but I think i'm going to write on my blog, about the information you gave me, that my father got money sent from Frankfurt
    ok, i'm not going to ask about things like that then
    10:40 PM but then I'll just use the name you write under here, on my blog etc
    if that's alright of course
    Ewans: no problem
    me: because i think it could be important
    10:41 PM ok, that's brilliant!
    Please just ask me, if there's anyt hing else with my father etc
    and I'll try to think a bit more about this myself
    thanks again for the information!
    10:42 PM Ewans: Ok. I have to go to sleep. I wish you a good night.
    me: i have to go to tesco before they close, i'm out of groceries
    ok, thanks again for the chat!
    see you then, bye!
    Ewans: bye