2018 Ascension day
May 17, 2018 was a very interesting Ascension day:
ASCENSION - link !
I went to the parochial Oborul nou church (Ghita Branzaru, i.e. George the cheese maker), looking for the list of the donors. There I met one guy who asked me to give him something to go back home.
His face was interesting for me, so I asked him where is he going ?
It is a village close to Macin, after crossing the Danube by ferry at Braila.
That place was well known by me because my grandfather was born there and we used that way to the Black sea resorts when visiting our relatives from Braila.
I told the guy to come with me, I bought him a bus ticket and I paid his lunch at "The food factory".
I told him I don't like if he buys alcohol and there were some hours to wait until the bus leaved to the destination. I said we'll meet before and I would like to see him in the bus.
We met and he went home.
I spent some money with him and I had nothing in my pockets.
I was walking around our neighborhood and when I arrived at the press distribution I found a very interesting book about the iron crown of the first Romanian king, Charles I, manufactured from the cannons captured in the independence war from the Ottomans in 1877. It was cheap but I had no money. I went to my brother and I asked him to borrow me 30 lei. He refused because my family considered that I spend more money than I earn, which was correct, but there were only 30 lei...
Veronica, a friend from the neighborhood and former cousin (I was married with her cousin) was very close to the intercom where I talked with my brother and she heard the dialogue. I said I'll go to our parents to borrow 30 lei and probably he warned them and told them to give me no money...
I went to my parents and rang at the intercom, asking to borrow me 30 lei. They didn't give me.
I met their neighbor from the third floor and I took a walk with him. Being Ascension day he asked me if I want something to eat, because people give alms on this day. I asked him to buy me some strawberries. We went back in the front of my parents condominium and I sat on the border of the sidewalk across the street. I start to eat the strawberries. Another neighbor arrived home and, as the other one, gave me alms - a little bread, as they use to give on Ascension day.
Sitting on the border I continued my protest against the coalition against me inside my family, "you spend more than you earn". Of course, they didn't know about my action from that morning, otherwise probably they gave me alms...
As the protest became a little bit annoying, my brother and my sister in law came there and the atmosphere became very hot because it was absolutely clear that my brother called our parents after visiting him and he asked them to give me no money. And my sister in law was accomplice for sure because it was a dialogue on intercom only with my brother. Probably she told him to call them...
A little fight started and somebody called the emergency, 112.
Being free day, almost all the police agents from the section 9 arrived there, including their head.
And, of course, the ambulance.
As I was sitting peaceful on the sidewalk border the policemen were very disappointed because they were many and they looked for real action. I asked their head to help me with a hand to uplift.
I entered the ambulance and they transported me to the Obregia hospital where I told them there is no reason to be there. They imprisoned me single in a cell and later they sent me with other guys who really needed help. Some asking for their mothers, others picked from the streets, alcoholics, city fauna. A very interesting place to study human nature.
After a while I entered in the Dark.
Story from my wife and from my cousin:
My wife wasn't home when the ambulance picked me.
She came very late because she had a job mission outside city.
When she arrived at Obregia, some hours after I was taken there I was already in COMA !!!
As I was at the 4th floor in one building from Obregia my wife asked some security guards to take me on their arms to the stretcher because the Obregia hospital couldn't manage my case.
My wife drove the stretcher to next hospital, having common fence and a little gate, emergency hospital number 10. There they found I have fever, 40 Celsius !!!
They thought all that happened was because a meningitis and they asked my wife to sign for a spine puncture with a risk to remain paralyzed. My official relatives are the parents and my brother because our marriage was scheduled for May 22, it was May 17, so she hasn't the right to sign, but having a daughter since June 2004 they considered that she can sign...
The night saga continued. The result of the spine liquid test was negative, no infection.
They suspected a peritonitis and I asked my partner to sign to allow them to "open" my belly.
She didn't agree, so they can't manage my case and the ambulance transported me to Victor Babes, a hospital specialized on infectious and tropical diseases.
There, after ONE WEEK OF COMA, they saved me.
Mrs. doctor Stela Mereuta gave me CEFORT, a 3rd generation antibiotic.
A pretty young nurse with red hair and blue eyes put me an urinary catheter. I think at that moment
I went out from coma and I swore and cursed her, but later I apologized.
Very strange is that a specialist like dr. Mereuta didn't know which was the germ involved in my case. She did several tests because, as me, was curious what really happened.
She told me: WE DON'T KNOW but we saved you with CEFORT...
In June they released me but I must go back to Obregia to complete the circele, i.e. to be released from there also, because there arrived first ambulance.
After 4 weeks my saga ended.
On June 16 I was home and on June 18 I started my Macedonian Albanian and Greek bus tour.
For this I asked the doctor from Obregia to release me before missing this.
I already missed my marriage from June 22 and my marriage from June 3...
I suspected the strawberries as source of the unknown germ. These were very good looking, no aroma, import for sure. In July 2020 I told the story to the lady who has the little store with vegetables and fruits. I don't accuse her. I ate the strawberries unwashed.
At Victor Babes suspected an urinal infection, unproven.
On May 15, 2018, 3 A.M. I was sleepless because of consciousness problems about the life of the people working with Schneider clones manufactured by Electroalfa Botosani and installed in the OMV Brazi refinery from Ploiesti. I called 112 and 2 cars with 4 agents from the Section 9 arrived.
I invited them to my office and told them the story, 30 minutes.
They told me THEY KNOW the problem !!! How ? Why ? Who knows.
Two days later I had the saga above.
Friends or foes ?
Who is on the TRUTH and RIGHT side ? Who is on the DARK side ?
What really happened ?
Biologic weapon ?
Strange...
My cousin Daniel heard about my case from the guy who was on duty at the ambulance service !!!
He told him that a patient ILIE was taken by ambulance and he asked my cousin about my name.
Daniel came to Obregia and he got the information about my strange behavior.
He and her wife visited me and I didn't recognize her. I thought she is a doctor or a nurse.
This means I was drugged.
Which was the drug ? Why ? I was very calm and when I arrived there.
Daniel has almost beaten the doctor who drugged me.
Later I took the car of Daniel, bought for him by his mother from the guy from 112 who informed Daniel that I was taken to Obregia, and I went with it to scrap metal, to get a voucher for a new one.
I used my father's car, old but very good and with very low fuel consumption.
Even it was 15 years old it wasn't a scrap metal case like it was the car used by Daniel.
I gave my father's car to Daniel, he gave me his car from the emergency service and I bought a new car. My father's old car was Clio Diesel, my new car was Clio on gasoline.
The old Clio takes less fuel than the new one.
The motor of the new one is like a chainsaw motor, 3 cylinder, 0,9 liter. The old one was 1,5 liter.
Power from rotations. You don't manage to cut a tree if you don't accelerate to maximum speed.
Maybe these stories have no connection but these happened.
ASCENSION - link !
I went to the parochial Oborul nou church (Ghita Branzaru, i.e. George the cheese maker), looking for the list of the donors. There I met one guy who asked me to give him something to go back home.
His face was interesting for me, so I asked him where is he going ?
It is a village close to Macin, after crossing the Danube by ferry at Braila.
That place was well known by me because my grandfather was born there and we used that way to the Black sea resorts when visiting our relatives from Braila.
I told the guy to come with me, I bought him a bus ticket and I paid his lunch at "The food factory".
I told him I don't like if he buys alcohol and there were some hours to wait until the bus leaved to the destination. I said we'll meet before and I would like to see him in the bus.
We met and he went home.
I spent some money with him and I had nothing in my pockets.
I was walking around our neighborhood and when I arrived at the press distribution I found a very interesting book about the iron crown of the first Romanian king, Charles I, manufactured from the cannons captured in the independence war from the Ottomans in 1877. It was cheap but I had no money. I went to my brother and I asked him to borrow me 30 lei. He refused because my family considered that I spend more money than I earn, which was correct, but there were only 30 lei...
Veronica, a friend from the neighborhood and former cousin (I was married with her cousin) was very close to the intercom where I talked with my brother and she heard the dialogue. I said I'll go to our parents to borrow 30 lei and probably he warned them and told them to give me no money...
I went to my parents and rang at the intercom, asking to borrow me 30 lei. They didn't give me.
I met their neighbor from the third floor and I took a walk with him. Being Ascension day he asked me if I want something to eat, because people give alms on this day. I asked him to buy me some strawberries. We went back in the front of my parents condominium and I sat on the border of the sidewalk across the street. I start to eat the strawberries. Another neighbor arrived home and, as the other one, gave me alms - a little bread, as they use to give on Ascension day.
Sitting on the border I continued my protest against the coalition against me inside my family, "you spend more than you earn". Of course, they didn't know about my action from that morning, otherwise probably they gave me alms...
As the protest became a little bit annoying, my brother and my sister in law came there and the atmosphere became very hot because it was absolutely clear that my brother called our parents after visiting him and he asked them to give me no money. And my sister in law was accomplice for sure because it was a dialogue on intercom only with my brother. Probably she told him to call them...
A little fight started and somebody called the emergency, 112.
Being free day, almost all the police agents from the section 9 arrived there, including their head.
And, of course, the ambulance.
As I was sitting peaceful on the sidewalk border the policemen were very disappointed because they were many and they looked for real action. I asked their head to help me with a hand to uplift.
I entered the ambulance and they transported me to the Obregia hospital where I told them there is no reason to be there. They imprisoned me single in a cell and later they sent me with other guys who really needed help. Some asking for their mothers, others picked from the streets, alcoholics, city fauna. A very interesting place to study human nature.
After a while I entered in the Dark.
Story from my wife and from my cousin:
My wife wasn't home when the ambulance picked me.
She came very late because she had a job mission outside city.
When she arrived at Obregia, some hours after I was taken there I was already in COMA !!!
As I was at the 4th floor in one building from Obregia my wife asked some security guards to take me on their arms to the stretcher because the Obregia hospital couldn't manage my case.
My wife drove the stretcher to next hospital, having common fence and a little gate, emergency hospital number 10. There they found I have fever, 40 Celsius !!!
They thought all that happened was because a meningitis and they asked my wife to sign for a spine puncture with a risk to remain paralyzed. My official relatives are the parents and my brother because our marriage was scheduled for May 22, it was May 17, so she hasn't the right to sign, but having a daughter since June 2004 they considered that she can sign...
The night saga continued. The result of the spine liquid test was negative, no infection.
They suspected a peritonitis and I asked my partner to sign to allow them to "open" my belly.
She didn't agree, so they can't manage my case and the ambulance transported me to Victor Babes, a hospital specialized on infectious and tropical diseases.
There, after ONE WEEK OF COMA, they saved me.
Mrs. doctor Stela Mereuta gave me CEFORT, a 3rd generation antibiotic.
A pretty young nurse with red hair and blue eyes put me an urinary catheter. I think at that moment
I went out from coma and I swore and cursed her, but later I apologized.
Very strange is that a specialist like dr. Mereuta didn't know which was the germ involved in my case. She did several tests because, as me, was curious what really happened.
She told me: WE DON'T KNOW but we saved you with CEFORT...
In June they released me but I must go back to Obregia to complete the circele, i.e. to be released from there also, because there arrived first ambulance.
After 4 weeks my saga ended.
On June 16 I was home and on June 18 I started my Macedonian Albanian and Greek bus tour.
For this I asked the doctor from Obregia to release me before missing this.
I already missed my marriage from June 22 and my marriage from June 3...
I suspected the strawberries as source of the unknown germ. These were very good looking, no aroma, import for sure. In July 2020 I told the story to the lady who has the little store with vegetables and fruits. I don't accuse her. I ate the strawberries unwashed.
At Victor Babes suspected an urinal infection, unproven.
On May 15, 2018, 3 A.M. I was sleepless because of consciousness problems about the life of the people working with Schneider clones manufactured by Electroalfa Botosani and installed in the OMV Brazi refinery from Ploiesti. I called 112 and 2 cars with 4 agents from the Section 9 arrived.
I invited them to my office and told them the story, 30 minutes.
They told me THEY KNOW the problem !!! How ? Why ? Who knows.
Two days later I had the saga above.
Friends or foes ?
Who is on the TRUTH and RIGHT side ? Who is on the DARK side ?
What really happened ?
Biologic weapon ?
Strange...
My cousin Daniel heard about my case from the guy who was on duty at the ambulance service !!!
He told him that a patient ILIE was taken by ambulance and he asked my cousin about my name.
Daniel came to Obregia and he got the information about my strange behavior.
He and her wife visited me and I didn't recognize her. I thought she is a doctor or a nurse.
This means I was drugged.
Which was the drug ? Why ? I was very calm and when I arrived there.
Daniel has almost beaten the doctor who drugged me.
Later I took the car of Daniel, bought for him by his mother from the guy from 112 who informed Daniel that I was taken to Obregia, and I went with it to scrap metal, to get a voucher for a new one.
I used my father's car, old but very good and with very low fuel consumption.
Even it was 15 years old it wasn't a scrap metal case like it was the car used by Daniel.
I gave my father's car to Daniel, he gave me his car from the emergency service and I bought a new car. My father's old car was Clio Diesel, my new car was Clio on gasoline.
The old Clio takes less fuel than the new one.
The motor of the new one is like a chainsaw motor, 3 cylinder, 0,9 liter. The old one was 1,5 liter.
Power from rotations. You don't manage to cut a tree if you don't accelerate to maximum speed.
Maybe these stories have no connection but these happened.
Absolut fascinant ! Poate fi un script pentru un film de nișe ! Pentru oameni sensibili care cauta un asemenea tip de film ...din categoria "întâmplări adevarate " ..si care ,dupa vizionare , genereaza o gramada de intrebari legate de viata , de comportamente , de morala etc etc .
RăspundețiȘtergereMulțumesc pentru curajul si onestitatea autorului care ne-a împărtășit in mod transparent un aspect al vietii lui fara a se gindi la "ceea ce ar putea sa creada oamenii " ! Respect !
Thank you !
Ștergere