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A little remainder on the time that passes

15. of april ´09

    I have been kicking myself to find, what is it that I am doing wrong with myself.

This is what got out.

From the beginning of that time, I started spending here I felt uncomfy.

I was aware that we were being whatched and analised but I hoped the best.

Mother -40 percent . Surveillance -24 percent.

When it got worse with planes marking my pitiful existence I got worried

and understood that I was being marked for some nordic- mix tell tale.

Nowadays surveillance part is much more killing me than the mother and the result is different, I´d say. Mother -15 percent . Surveillance -94 percent.

Now this result is made up by just pure guessing and it does not live any percentage for my existence but on the other side many people are I believe refreshed and happy for the best, yeah for the best.

Very bad society, Sweden is. Not bad as a rotten fruit, but bad enough to make your stomach swindle in pain if you go under the surface.