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Stikkord: Viggo Snoghøj

  • Hva farmora mi, Ågot, sa

    Ågot var kanskje ikke så opplyst, men hu var litt lur da.

    Hu sa f.eks. om onkel Håkon, den nest eldste sønnen sin, da jeg og Pia var små, at ei lokal jente hadde vært så forelska i Håkon, at hu klatra opp i et tre, og var der hele natta.

    Man kan jo forestille seg at det egentlig var sånn, at Håkon jagde henne opp i treet da, for hu flytta seinere til en forstad av København, hvor vi var innom og besøkte henne, sommeren 1980, da vi skulle til Kroatia, eller Jugoslavia, som det het da.

    Og hun sa flere ganger, at i Oslo, så hadde Runar, hennes yngste sønn, fått spørsmål om, fra en mann på gata, om han ville selge narkotika, men Runar hadde svart nei.

    Men dette viser vel at Runar begynte å diskutere dette og betingelser og sånn.

    Han fikk senere drosjelappen og flylappen, så det er mulig at det var bra betalt å være drosjesjåfør, på den tida, det vil jeg nok tro.

    Men men.

    Men Ågot sa også om Viggo Snoghøj, også kallt Viggo Snowhill, bodybuilderen, som nå bor i USA, og som søstra mi sa var som en gigolo, for en dame i USA, for noen år siden.

    Ågot sa flere ganger sånn, at hva heter han elste sønn til Haldis igjen, er det Hugo?

    Dette sa Ågot så mange ganger, uten noen grunn, eller poeng, så jeg lurer på om det var noe med Viggo.

    For Ågot, hu var ikke så lærd og klok, som Øivind, farfaren min, men hu kjente mange folk i kroker og kriker, på Berger og i distriktet rundt da.

    Sladrekjærringer osv., og kanskje mer oppegående folk.

    Det er mulig.

    Ihvertfall så fant Ågot ut mye om hva som foregikk, så jeg måtte hele tida tenke på hvordan jeg oppførte meg, selv om jeg var på Bergeråsen.

    Så sånn var det.

    Men hu sa også, at grunnen til at de fikk Pia, var at Øivind ønska seg ei jente.

    Og hu sa også, en annen gang, flere år før, at hu hadde gitt meg melk, når jeg var liten.

    Så spørsmålet er om Ågot og Øivind egentlig var foreldra til Pia og meg?

    Og om det var noe galt med Viggo?

    De er litt rare noen av de tinga, som Ågot pleide å si, må jeg si.

    Bestemor Ingeborg, hun sa også sånne ting.

    At da jeg var liten, så gikk jeg ikke som vanlige babyer, neida, jeg krabba visst med magen opp, istedet for med magen ned.

    Det syntes jeg hørtes litt rart ut da.

    Men en annen ting de pleide å si, var at min mormors sønn Martin, lærte meg å gå, ved å binde et sjerf rundt meg.

    Så jeg vet ikke helt hva som har foregått da.

    Men det var visst det som hadde skjedd da.

    Martin hadde visst også bodd hos Ågot en stund, på Sand, og jobba på verkstedet til faren min.

    Og mora mi også bodde der, og Ågot hadde gitt henne den vanen å drikke kaffe da.

    Så det er mye rart som har skjedd, rundt begynnelsen av 70-tallet, som jeg ikke helt skjønner her.

    Og det er nok ikke så lett å finne mange troverdige kilder, i hverken Olsen eller Ribsskog-familien, angående hva som egentlig har skjedd.

    Så sånn er nok det dessverre.

    Mvh.

    Erik Ribsskog

    PS.

    Farfaren min Øivind, han var en veldig sterk personlighet, må man vel si.

    Og Ågot og Øivind, de var ikke alltid perlevenner, må man si.

    Det var sånn, at hvis jeg var der en lørdagskveld, som skjedde noen ganger, da jeg var guttunge, så hadde sikkert Ågot kanskje tint noen reker da, som lørdagmat, foran TV-en.

    Og da hadde hun kanskje en litt brysk tone, ovenfør Øivind da, men en mindre brysk tone, ovenfor meg, når hu satt fram maten.

    Så Ågot var ofte vennligere ovenfor meg, enn ovenfor Øivind, vil jeg si.

    Det var ofte sånn, at Øivind sa et eller annet, som de andre reagerte på da.

    Og Øivind kunne også være sånn, som sønnen sin Håkon, at dem reiste seg opp da, med temperament, hvis du sa noe galt da.

    Selv om det ikke skjedde så ofte.

    Øivind var upopulær, blant oss barnebarna, husker jeg, for han var kanskje ikke så reinslig og sånn da.

    Det var noen merker, på sofaen til Øivind, etter at han døde, på begynnelsen av 80-tallet vel.

    Noen slitemerker, på armlenet, osv.

    Han satt alltid i den sofaen, en toseter vel.

    Men hvordan de slitemerkene kunne dukke opp på sofaen, det veit jeg ikke, for dem var ganske rue osv.

    Men man kan jo ikke vite alt.

    Så sånn var det.

  • Ting som Pia har sagt, som jeg ikke har fått verifisert. (In Norwegian)

    Jeg har jo skrevet om det, at søstra mi Pia, noen ganger forteller ting, som jeg ikke har visst om før, og som er spesielle.

    Og som jeg ikke senere har fått bekreftet om er riktig.

    Hvilke ting er dette, lurer kanskje folk på.

    På 80-tallet, da jeg var på besøk hos mora mi og søstra mi, Pia, i Larvik, så sa Pia:

    Mamma sa, at vi ikke måtte gå forbi det huset der, (i Larvik), for der bor tante Ellen, (som egentlig bodde i Sveits), og hun maner dere, (som vel samene gjør noen ganger).

    Da fikk jeg et litt rarere syn på mora mi.

    Andre ting Pia har sagt, dette var fra rundt 1989 vel:

    Mamma sa, at Lene, (kusina vår), ble døv, fordi Håkon, (faren til Lene, vår onkel), spilte så høy musikk, på stereoanlegget, da Lene var lita jente.

    Dette sa aldri mora mi til meg, det eneste hu sa, var rundt 1976 vel, at Håkon gifta seg med Tone, da hu var for ung, for hun var bare 15 år, eller noe.

    Så det var nok kanskje litt spesielt ja.

    Mer søstra mi sa, dette var vel på 90-tallet en gang:

    Viggo, (broren til stesøsteren hennes Christell), er i USA og bor hos en dame der, som en slags gigolo.

    Ja, det er slitsomt det Pia sier.

    I 1989, da vi var i Kristiansand, så sa hun og Christell, at faren min hadde fingra henne, som 4-5 år gammel jente, eller noe.

    Så sånn var det.

    Christell sa også en gang, rundt 1984, var det vel, at rektor Borgen, på Berger skole, hadde gått inn i jentegarderoben til klassen hennes, (hvor også søstra mi, Pia gikk), også hadde Annika i klassen dems, løpt foran rektor Borgen, og vifta med puppa sine, sa Christell.

    Faren min lå og solte seg, mens Christell fortalte dette høyt, ved huset til Haldis, i Havnehagen, og faren min sa ikke et ord, for å kommentere dette.

    Så jeg bare gikk hjem til Leirfaret, nærmest i sjokk, over rektor Borgen, faren min og Annika, og hvorfor sa Christell det her til meg, og i en ganske aggressiv tone, ville hun at jeg skulle gå hjem?

    Nei, det var rart.

    Så det er mye rart.

    Det er mulig at Pia har sagt mer sånne her ting.

    Jeg husker at en gang, så overhørte jeg at søstra mi sa til broren vår, Axel.

    At Pia nesten programmerte han.

    Og sa, at jeg, (altså meg, Erik), bare hadde en genser.

    Noe som ikke var sant i det hele tatt.

    Enten jugde Pia, eller så var hun som en nerd, som ikke så forskjell på gensere.

    Så søstra mi er nok en slags ‘basket case’, eller forstyrra, eller kanskje bare slem.

    En av de.

    Så sånn er nok det.

    Med vennlig hilsen

    Erik Ribsskog

    PS.

    Jeg overhørte også at søstra mi, sa dritt om meg, til onkel Martin, i 2005, som om at jeg gjorde noe galt, ovenfor sønnen hennes Daniell.

    At hun likte ikke et eller annet jeg gjorde.

    Enda jeg ikke gjorde noe galt, i det hele tatt.

    Så at søstra mi driver å ‘programmerer’ folk, og sier dritt om meg, og også andre.

    At søstra mi nok er en slags spion, for noe Illumianti, eller hva det kan være det er jeg ganske sikker på.

    PS 2.

    Søstra mi hadde også en lapp, om Christell, hvor Christell, i 1988, det året hun fylte 16, og søstra mi fylte 17.

    Da hadde Christell skrevet på en lapp, ‘hva skal vi gjøre i England, (de skulle på språkreise til Bournemouth, sommeren 1988), skal vi røyke, drikke og knulle gutter?’

    Så kanskje Christell var under Pia’s kontroll.

    Hva vet jeg.

    Det kan virke som at Pia ihvertfall prøvde å foreta utpressing, mot Christell, siden Pia tok vare på den lappen, fra Christell, og hadde den sammen med sex-dagboka si osv., i en tom, litt ‘cruncha’, Gode Ønsker, konfekteske, husker jeg at jeg så.

    For jeg lå omtrent i krig, med ‘Haldis-familien’, så noen ganger, når jeg var hjemme fra skolen, så stakk jeg ned til huset til Haldis, for å finne på noe faenskap, for å ta hevn på dem da, som lot meg bo alene.

    Og en av de gangene da, (det her var høsten 1988, som nok var den siste gangen jeg tok raid, på huset dems. Eller en av de siste gangene, for jeg begynte å bli litt for gammel til det), så fant jeg den lappen, som Christell hadde skrevet, (på skolen kanskje, for de gikk i samme klasse), og Pia nok tok vare på, for utpressing, antagelig, eller ihvertfall muligens.

    Noe sånt.

    Så sånn var det.

    Bare noe jeg kom på.

    Så Pia er livsfarlig, selv om hun ikke virker sånn.

    Hvis man tar opp ting med Pia, hvis man beskylder henne for noe.

    Så tar hun et triks, hun begynner å gråte, og svarer ikke på noe, men bare sitter med hodet ned, og gråter, eller later som om hun gråter.

    Så det går ikke an å kommunisere med Pia, på noen som helst måte, hvis man tar opp noe, som Pia ikke vil prate om.

    For da reagerer hun som en ‘basket case’, og gråter, og går ikke ann å prate til.

    Så Pia er farlig og underfundig, og en man aldri kan komme på bølgelengde med, og ta opp problemer med, for da bare forvandler hun seg selv, til en gråtende ting, som ikke klarer å snakke.

    Så sånn er det, dessverre.

    Så hvis du ser Pia, så hold deg unna, og gå en annen vei, er mitt råd.

    Jeg skal ihvertfall aldri ha noe mer med henne å gjøre igjen.

    For hun er livsfarlig.

    Så sånn er det.

    Bare noe jeg kom på.

  • Google Mail Chat with Nick Ewans about my father recieving founds from Germany etc







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    Erik Ribsskog

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    Fri, Apr 3, 2009 at 10:35 PM





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    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






  • Nå søkte jeg på Christell på Google, så viser det seg at hun har kalt datteren sin Ronja Erika. Det er mye rart i verden som man skal forstå. (N)

    Nå søkte jeg på Christell på Google, så viser det seg at hun har kalt datteren sin Ronja Erika. Det er mye rart i verden som man skal forstå. (N)

    http://www.drammen.kommune.no/buskerud/drammen/drammenk/k2post.nsf/viewAttachmentsMail/C1256E2800328D3CC12575590032ED42?opendocument&frame=yes

    PS.

    Det tror jeg må være etter han Erik Thorhaldsson, fra Berger, (egentlig fra Island vel), som pleide å jobbe for faren min.

    At det nok er han som er den egentlige faren.

    Det er ikke meg ihvertfall, for så intim har jeg aldri vært med Christell.

    Selv om det visstnok er et 30-talls andre som har vært det, ifølge en tale, holdt av Hege Snoghøjs lillebror, da Hege gifta seg med Jan Snoghøj, (Christells bror), i år 2000, var det vel, husker jeg.

    For da var jeg i bryllupet.

    Jeg var ikke i Christells bryllup ifjor, for da var jeg i England, og jeg var heller ikke invitert.

    Jeg er ganske nerd, så jeg fant noe om det og, da jeg søkte på Google:

    Her kan man se at Christell er gift med en svenske, som heter Mattias Lindholm vel.

    Jeg var ute i Oslo med Christell og Pia, en 17. mai, på slutten av 90-tallet, tror jeg.

    Og da kom han Mattias med toget fra Sverige da.

    For han pendla mellom Stockholm og Drammen da.

    Så tok vi fire noen øl, på Oslo S.

    Og vi bytta pub, på en litt rar måte, til en pub, eller spisested, i overetasjen.

    Men men.

    Han Mattias fortalte at han holdt med AIK.

    Mener jeg å huske.

    Hvis det ikke var Djurgården, eller hva det heter.

    Men jeg tror det var AIK.

    Mer da.

    Jo, han jobber som anleggsgartner.

    Og søstra mi, fortalte meg på omtrent samme måte, som når hun forteller at Viggo er gigolo i USA, eller at noen er død, at han fikk en ulykke med en slags gartnertraktor da, og lå under traktoren og sånn.

    Det kan forsåvidt ha vært et Illuminati-plott, kjenner jeg søstra mi rett.

    For hun forteller sånne ting, men andre ting lurer jeg på om hun ikke forteller.

    Så søstra mi er nok en illuminist, tror jeg.

    Jeg gidder ikke å forklare alt her, men jeg skrev litt om det igår på bloggen, i den posten om at hun venninna til søstra mi fra Svelvik, Camilla Skriung, var illuminist.

    Så sånn er det.

    Med vennlig hilsen

    Erik Ribsskog

  • StatCounter: Han med Mac-en på Fornebu søker på ‘mye sex prat i humblen olsen familien?’, på Google. (In Norwegian)

    StatCounter: Han med Mac-en på Fornebu søker på ‘mye sex prat i humblen olsen familien?’, på Google. (In Norwegian)



    PS.

    Hva dem prata om der, det vet jeg ikke.

    Altså jeg skal forklare.

    Jeg var egentlig ikke i den familien.

    Det var en familie som bodde i huset til Haldis.

    Og det var Haldis Humblen, Christell Humblen, Viggo Snoghøj, Jan Snoghøj, (begge de Snoghøj-gutta var sønner av Haldis, fra et tidligere ekteskap), så var det faren min, Arne Mogan Olsen og søstra mi, Pia Ribsskog.

    Viggo flytta ut først, og søstra mi flytta inn der seinest.

    Det var vel i 1982 kanskje, som søstra mi flytta dit.

    Noe sånt.

    Så dem var nok som en familie.

    Men jeg bodde i min egen leilighet, opp en vei og en bakke, kanskje hundre eller hundre og femti meter unna.

    Noe sånt.

    Så man kan kanskje regne det som at jeg var i slekt med den her Humblen-Mogan Olsen-Snoghøj-Ribsskog familien, som bodde nesten nederst i Havnehagen.

    Men jeg var ikke i familie med dem.

    Så hva dem prata om der nede, hos Haldis, det veit ikke jeg, det må du nesten spørre en av dem som bodde der om.

    Så sånn var det.

    Med vennlig hilsen

    Erik Ribsskog

  • E-mail to Nick Ewans

     

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    March 2009

    00:21

     

  • Mer om Viggo: Jeg kontaktet nevøen til Viggo, tror jeg det er, som har laget de videoene på YouTube, hvor dem får Viggo til å se homo ut, synes jeg.

    Nevø
    til Viggo?

    Between
    Morten
    Svane

    and
    You

     

    Erik
    Ribsskog

    Today
    at 7:39am

    Hei,

    er
    det du som er nevøen til Viggo Snoghøj/Snowhill?

    Som
    har produsert de videoene, som er på YouTube?

    Hvorfor
    har du fått han til å se så homo ut?

    Søsteren
    min, Pia Ribsskog, sa at Viggo var gigolo for en dame i USA.

    Hva
    var det om?

    Hvorfor svarte du meg ikke på det danske
    bodybuilder-forumet?

    Viggos mor, er jo Haldis Humblen.

    Min
    far, (som jeg ikke snakker med så mye nå), Arne Mogan
    Olsen, har jo vært sammen med henne, siden 1980.

    Hun ble
    kastet ut av vinduet, av en av sine ex-menn.

    Var det Søren
    Snoghøj, Viggos far, som kastet henne?

    Hva var det som
    skjedde, isåfall?

    Du kaller deg essensen, på
    YouTube, og sier du er Viggos nevø.

    Jeg kjenner ikke
    til at Viggo har noen danske søsken.

    Men har Søren
    Snoghøj da en datter, som er gift Svane, som du er sønn
    av da, altså Viggos danske lillesøster?

    Er det
    sånn det henger sammen?

    På forhånd takk for
    svar!

    Med vennlig hilsen

    Erik Ribsskog