Zombies, zombies everywhere! Do you buy zombies? Cheap zombies, guaranteed quality. Expensive zombies, you can return them to the seller…Oh, but it’s not FAIR.

I shall tell you another story, this time in English, though I vowed to stop writing or translating into English for personal reasons. Last year, when I was very tired i was visited by my psychiatric nurse with her daughter. They seem to be very kind and good-hearted women and the young one has a little daughter. They seemed to help me and my mother and got under my mother’s skin. The little granddaughter came to my mother’s yard last summer and watered the roses herself with a garden hose. This year at my birthday, on February 16, her very young mother came to me and bought a cheap and non-edible birthday cake and I said thanks of course. But I was amazed by that young mother’s slip of the mind. The young woman paused as if thinking and said that her daughter is now one year and a half ! Now you can understand my puzzlement especially while remembering what happened last year…

As I told you, the two women came to me when I was very tired, in order to bring me psychiatric pills. The truth is that when I opened the entrance door to my apartment, alongside with them came inside a horrible smell of corpses. It was as if they smelled like that. I was puzzled and disappointed and sad. They were belated with an hour or so, saying that they were caught in a traffic jam. What puzzled me more is that their moves were like those of some rusty robots who needed oil or sacred ointment from a priest. My impulse was to help them, to show them my concern and love for human race whatever comes. Their fingers, adorned with veritable gold and ruby rings, with long and painted fingernails were clasped and very rigid. I touched their hands and opened their fingers and they seemed to be moved again. Another trouble is that in the same moment someone entered in my mind in Romanian with the thought: we cannot accept a country of zombies. Another one in English led me into temptation to touch their hands because I was very tired, otherwise I am not influenced by foreign thoughts. After their departure i had to open the window to refresh the air in my room and the smell went away. It is true that I forgot to check the entrance floor in front of my apartment, in order to derive correct conclusions. It is true that the neighbors above me have children that change or don’t grow older in all these 11 years since I am here. The neighbors upstairs tried to make me think that they poison me with toxic gas in the bathroom, because when I moved here another neighbor with the old woman living below me forbid me to maintain the bathroom vent closed, he opened it (although it was closed) in spite of my demands and my money paid to him, although the old woman below, his friend, has that opening closed. In the psychiatric hospital years ago i met an old patient who said that among other things she was poisoned by her neighbors with toxic gas. She was a English teacher. In the past 10 years these neighbors let flowing something that made different noises for hours late at night, at any night hour and sometimes at daytime in order to torture me with noises like gas flowing, not like water on the pipeline. They stopped only this year. Of course I cannot say for sure what that thing was. The neighbor below, who welcomed me when I bought the apartment from an Italian who had “trust” in her, told me then that she was over 70, I forgot her age back then.. This old woman asked me to sell her my own inherited place in the graveyard, which fact was somehow illegal, but I had back luck although I refused her, because my mother sold that place above my will (which was illegal too, because I was the direct heir) to a crooked lawyer and what remains for me if I die is to be buried in a common grave with my uncle and my father altogether. I forgot to tell another detail: the eyes of those women with corpse smell were fantastically bright from time to time, more exactly the young one’s eyes. By chance, the name of her child is Evelyn. The one who made me have an abdominal echography that is maybe lying about the dimensions of my “good” kidney stone was the psychiatric nurse. The medics lied many times about me, I can still remember that. I don’t remember precisely the dimension of my kidney stone, but I only vaguely remember that it was not 3.5mm as it is written and my family doctor to whom I complained for 8 years or so about different symptoms all around my abdomen and in my back and did not recommend any investigation, read it aloud in her cabinet as 1.5mm. My mother paid 100 lei (which is costly for us) and the medic gave me only the picture of the gall bladder with stones with only written things about the rest. My nurse too suffers as she says from bile ducts trouble and stays at home with perfusion from time to time, though she had her gallbladder being removed, as the echography medic recommended to me. You can see the pictures and her diagnostic below. Another fact is that my psychiatric nurse and the psychiatrist forbid me to go to a social center for psychiatric patients by refusing to sign a paper certifying that I was in their evidence and treatment and by refusing to give me a copy of my clinical observations papers from the psychiatric hospital. I explained them that i was still young and complete isolation is very painful – I have absolutely no one to talk to except for my mother. The same psychiatric nurse made me have a pension of less than 400 lei for psychiatric illness, although years ago they refused to let me work or to have a pension. Of course this legal pension is too small and can pay only the rent but not other expenses. I shall make a request in the future to have it cut off. I cannot accept this. Absolutely certain I asked for human rights since I was 13, already 33 years since 1884 and it is a certain fact that i was able to work legally but they refused me. They refused my right to have a child or family or other social rights although I never had psychiatric symptoms and spit over me horrible psychological or psychiatric inventions about my “conditions” although I was perfect and I had a perfect character and I think that I even deserved to be a student in the University, which right they too denied, only because I was poor. I was intelligent and wise an good and full of forgiveness towards people. I deserved life and they kill me. They treat me as If I were not human though I had no mistakes at all my whole life. Maybe some of you know that psychiatric illnesses are only lies, but I was very good as an individual and deserved to have a child, although i was a slave my whole life. Of course I shall commit suicide if my requests are not met, I waited 33 years, as they said, deprived of life. They continuously entered my mind in Romanian after I moved in this apartment with the idea that they have to isolate me and to destroy all the evidence and cover it up, exactly what they did.

If you wonder about me – I never had sparkling eyes, that’s for sure. But my own mother had such eyes from time to time last year and she became like this only lately.

The title of my confession is a bitter satire. And my final statement which I had proves for, is that I was really poisoned, not only by psychiatric drugs, but by other things.


September the 9th 2016

My dear dearest friends or good people from all over the world, please pray for me and for my mother. This masquerade is going down on a very dangerous slope. My mother will be taken at 3:30 AM on Monday by the Police car to another city Târgu Jiu where she was summoned to go to the Tribunal in a penal case with which she has no link whatsoever. It is hideous and monstrous. She is almost 69 years old. I hoped that they will change their minds in vain. She wrote there a letter explaining that there is no link between her and the accused in that case and they continued their plan and she is forced now to go there. Do you understand now?
This is the link for the tribunal case where she has to go, I don’t know why>



For God’s sake, pray to God for my mother or help her, she feels increasingly worse and without her I shall remain without health insurance and if they fuck me like they did yesterday and so many times I die if I don’t have psychiatric drugs and only my mother can bring them to me and of course I care for her – and the doctors said that I was removed from the list of patients with free medical insurance and my mother promised me that she will fight for my rights and she will go somewhere for that. For God’s sake, they even put false documents in my house in my drawers, I discovered forgeries in my drawers, IT IS TRUE, they have changed even my personal code in some official papers, it’s true. If I remain uninsured they will kill me … I was good, not evil, and my mother the same, and some people come over me with the thought that they no longer need me, and my mother said she no longer spoke with her cousin who lives in a neighboring locality. He has not even called her brother yet. Mother is less than 69 years old, and I am less than 46. For God’s sake, I don’t even have someone for exchanging two words with him/her on the phone. I have no one and I was pure goodness, HELP ME! They say that my people swore revenge to me though i was pure goodness and calm and that they believe that I was or that I am insane, evil and stupid! IT IS NOT TRUE WHAT THEY SAY. ONLY WHAT i SAY IS THE TRUTH ABOUT ME. FOR GOD’S SAKE, WHY THERE IS NO HUMANITY IN THIS WORLD?? why don’t you understand? IT IS A MONSTROUS ABUSE AND MURDER, PLEASE HELP

June, 20th, 2016

It is the law of life or the law of existence — if you bestow a little peace upon a human creature like I was, naturally and inevitably it blooms — maybe you don’t get the meaning of what I say, maybe you are like many others against human potential or beauty&wisdom according to the human fate’s surrendering people, but I always felt like a flower — the same feeling of wholeness and light without anything wrong or dark or evil or proud. Only that calmness and peace, that feeling that skies are pure, that stars are the real power, whoever sees them….I know that you can call that bliss or insanity and no one respects those like this and very few understand. I will share with you a part of my experience: I had this feeling when I was 18 and then they crushed me into pieces. But the seed did not die. It was pure good and happiness. I was restored in 2005-2006 at a higher level of interior peace and wisdom by chance. I walked into the city and saw an old and poor mansion with its walls embraced by vines and grapevines not picked in autumn, mummified grapes and on the same street, nearby — a kindergarten with a tall tree (I forgot the species) in the yard. That precise moment I felt that I understood and I was a whole again. I was around 35 years of age, almost reborn after so many years and I expressed my feelings of awe in my journal back then, I still have it written down. Then someone entered my mind with the ugly thought that that’s exactly what they tried to avoid, and that I ruined their plans …. and then so many years of an orgy of evil and massacre upon my body&soul happened starting with 2005-2006, exploding in 2007 and followed by evil day and night afterwards. I was only a flower, not even carnivorous. Maybe you know that tale about the dream to be forever young and immortal….in my country it was a story about an emperor’s son…thanks God I never dreamed of that…I never wished something for myself, apart from having a child, but for the child’s sake. There are people repeating me since 2005 that I lost everything, but the truth is that I lost everything the moment I was conceived in my mother’s womb — or never. I had nothing of my own and it was only torture continuously since 1984 when I was 13 and I was totally imprisoned since then, so I could not have lost a thing, I was a woman in chains and under whip, a soul filled with altruistic feelings, so they stole everything forcefully while I had no rights at all. Regardless of others’ fight and devilry around me, I believe that my suicide would not have helped the good ones survive or bring something good to others. I repeat, I am and essentially I always was a human fate surrendering person. I was contemplating this beautiful world since I was a child and my attitude was pure and good and of course I loved peace and goodness — I never uttered thoughts in my own mind, like they said that evil people did around me, in order to fool others that I was evil or insane or stupid. I simply offered others goodness and purity and love and maybe sometimes beauty, without dreaming of fame or money or anything else…..I was not a titan, I was not titanic, I never stole something from Gods, etc. Poverty and misfortune combined with higher education and natural law observance and goodness education always leads to this result in women in my humble opinion.
Below, just for your curiosity (I was not curious my whole life, I believe that curiosity leads to disaster or it may be eventually a sin for many) or for your knowledge about good and bad, I rewrite a complaint about true things that they did to me in the past months and years:
I have to protect myself and at least try to clean my rooms because otherwise I am not allowed to do something else — evil people entered my mind saying that they fooled everyone about me. I don’t know who are they and I don’t believe them — they say that whatever I do, even cleaning and dusting, they invented lies, lies about walking, talking, washing myself, eating, drinking, defecating, admiring flowers, seeing other people or many babies in their prams on the street, writing innocent poems, etc. I cannot face the children because I was not allowed to have a child….I am sad to say this, I was only truth in a world of lies, like one song says. I shall continue to write about how I was tortured in the last 14 years when things got tougher than before on my Romanian blog about my life…Like I said, I started to clean my rooms, I found many objects missing, I was a slave and treated worse than an animal my whole life, they even placed false documents in my drawers… Even my identity card data was modified, they wrote 15 instead of 16 for my birthday. It is horrible. I did nothing wrong. I never lied and I had only positive attitudes and expectations, I was not influenced by the past, but it was in vain. I am not allowed to have my own objects or cherished memories, they can throw me on the street whenever they want to, they can falsify documents, they are allowed to do all the evil in the world. They even smeared with dirt my doors or cupboards and other things, especially when I still fought to clean them every week — dirt that couldn’t get there unless a paranormal phenomenon, lately I don’t have keys for the upper lock and my mother payed in vain for repairs, it is worse than before…they even took my photo with me and my mother when I was a baby, and that was certainly me…likewise in all the photos I already shared. They took my book of prayers, my ceramic objects, etc. It was terror, the reign of terror for 32 years in my life.