I took Yaron to the entrance and sat down to write a blog.
When I opened WhatsApp an hour later, I saw several messages from my son.
“Maayan, the here is some bullshit.”
“The chiseller and breadmaker are gone.”
“Therefore, the director and Tal are running around the hall and yelling”
“Samir in the hospital”
“Peter came to say goodbye. He can no longer. This woman, Ulyana, from cash desk, jumped on him right in the trading floor in front of everyone. He left his number and ran away. He said we were almost friends.”
“It’s all right, my dear. Don’t worry. Nothing extreme happened.”
What actually happened?
Well, the cheese cutter, the tall seven-foot Frenchman, and the five-foot Russian-speaking guy who bakes bread didn’t show up.
“My heart was not good. I’ll go to check” Samir, his teacher for laying out goods, told to son and left. But, he came later.
Well, Peter (Hungarian guard) came to say goodbye, he was tired of the increased harassment of the cashier Ulyana and asked to be transferred to another job.
Well, Tal (assistant director) walked around the store in a not-happy mood and constantly yelled something with displeasure. Then, he decided to start baking bread himself and burned his hands, from which he began to yell even more. Taking out only the baked bread from the oven, Tal dropped it on the floor, picked it up and, without even brushing it off, threw it on the shelves intended for it.
Well, the guard Asaf again could not stand the atmosphere even before lunch and was replaced by the Peruvian Miguel.
“In general, little things of life, Yaroshka. Nothing special happens in the store. You just have to mind your own business” – I wrote to my son.
Seeing Yaron in the trading floor, the Peruvian security guard greeted him in a friendly way.
“Does this guy work here now?” – he said about Yaron to Gila (the director of the store).
“Yes. He’s in training.”
“Yaron, today there is a condition to stay on more than the usual shift, up to 4pm, there is a lot of work,” Gila said.
“Of course, good.” – answered the son.
At that moment, Tal brought his large polythene bag with hot bourekases and left it at the entrance to the trading floor. “Take it! I give to everyone!” – he offered.
“Well, you can take a short break, Yaron, you did a good job today, and the time is already 2.30 pm, you need to take a break” – said Samir, who returned from the doctor to the son.
” Thank you.” – he answered and went out to stand a little on the street not far from the fence at the entrance to the store, where Miguel was already.
“A few workers didn’t show up today, you can talk to Gila, maybe she’ll hire your mom too” – suggested the Peruvian. “It would be great!” – answered the son.
“Then you need to find Gila, Yaron. But her car is not in the parking lot, she seems to have already left. Look, the mishtara (police) has arrived again, they often drive here in recent days, it seems to be looking for something,” the guard noted.
“Hi, dear! Have a nice day, Miguel! How are you, everything is fine?” I asked, approaching them. “You, Yaroshka, are you going home soon?”
“No, Maayan, today Gila said to be late for another hour.”
“Okay, then I’ll wait for you at home. Yaron, why does Miguel have such strange eyes today? And as if he was very tired and somehow even seemed to have aged?
“I think it’s because he ate Tali’s stuffed burekas.”
“You hope you didn’t eat them?”
“No, of course, Miguel complained of drowsiness and headache after eating a coffee muffin, probably there are unconventional additives in them.”
“Looks like it. It’s no wonder that a month ago, a woman with a cash register told us about the teeth found in the burekas. After a portion of weed, a lot can be imagined … Okay, see you in an hour, Yaroshka.
“Of course, Maayan.”
I stood a little longer near the store, and was about to go when Ulyana came out of it with an empty cart, looking at me with hostility.
The gate door of our house opened in a few minutes … “Were you released early, my hungry boy?” “No, I got fired.” “How?” “I don’t know, I didn’t understand anything, Maayan. The woman at Ulyan’s main checkout, when I approached, said loudly: “Yaron, the company has a large loss now, the store doesn’t need so many pickers, you don’t work here anymore.”
“Why did you get fired anyway? Did you tell Miguel about it?”
“I don’t know, Maayan, I tried, you yourself saw when you went into the store that I worked. Sameer said that he was pleased with me. And the Peruvian also said that he did not understand anything, because today at 12.30 Gila confirmed to him that I understood that I had taken the job. He’s nervous but can’t get through, she happens to have gone north before Sunday.”
“It’s so strange that he was fired for no reason and the headmistress didn’t even tell him about it herself, at least by phone or a note. Artyom, a vegetable picker.
“You know, Maayan, Peter said some very serious and even frightening things to me the other day. The store does not need workers now. And most likely I was hired by Shook, planning that I would be engaged in the delivery of the goods that were in cardboard boxes. Understand?”
“How dangerous it is, Yaron. I don’t know where we can find work and money for
“I think it’s great that I was hired, I hope that at least we can pay for food and an apartment.” – said the son.
And now my dear and beloved boy went to work for the first time. It was located nearby, in the Shuk store. He was taken to lay out the goods and we both understood that this was not an easy test for both of us.
Because… strange things started happening in the store a couple of months ago…
By 8am, my son and I came to “Shuk” and began to look for the director of the store, Gila, and someone who would teach Yaron the new stacking skills for him.
His “guru” in this matter turned out to be an elderly, relatively sensible Jordanian Arab, Samir, and the first thing he told us was: “Gila won’t come today because the Inspector is expected to come.”
“And then it starts again!” – we involuntarily thought.
“And I’ll teach you how to arrange the goods on the shelves.” – he added.
I left the store and soon saw a note on WhatsApp from Yaron.
“Maayan, Tal, the man who usually sits with Gila, lit a fire in the warehouse to burn the garbage and told Samir and me to help him.”
“But it could have burned down the entire store. It’s good that it’s been raining recently. What did you and Samir do?”
“He said that he would not participate in this and then told me that Tal is a real jerk and a drug addict.”
“Thank God it all ended well.”
A little later, I went to the store for a few minutes to see how Yaron’s first working day was going and to buy groceries for lunch. I noticed a few loitering people there (my son informed me that they were stackers too)
One of them, a young guy with a shock of curly dark hair, made circles around the hall, senselessly approaching the greens and throwing one of the packages, then the bread, doing the same thing there.
Another, a man of small stature, about 40 years old, with a crazy look, pestered all the employees of the store, including the security guard Asaf, talking about underpants and some intimate parts of the body, which, according to him, did not fit in any way, and as a cover for his powerful tool he needs a machine gun.
Entering the Shuk an hour later, I noticed that another guard was sitting instead of Asaf.
“Apparently, he could not stand it, he asked to change him.” – we thought.
And in the evening, passing as usual by the Shuk, we saw Pieter, a Hungarian guard, who was distinguished by sufficient sanity.
“Shalom, Peter. Did we think you left the store?”
“Alfa Security ordered me to finish it here by the end of the month, what can you do. And the store will probably work for another two months, no more.”
“Why do you think that, Peter?”
“I heard that a rich Indian wants to buy this chain. That big store in the industrial area is even more of a mess.”
“And today was my first working day here and in general.” – said the son.
“Congratulations! It’s still better than cleaning. From cleaning the head will wither and fall off.” – for some reason he said.
We did not ask him for clarification, and the next day, after accompaning Yaron to the store, I returned home and sat down to write a blog, but I felt strange anxiety.
When I opened WhatsApp, I saw a note from my son: “Some kind of car arrived and Tal called Samir and me to help unload it.
Samir, seeing the arrived car, immediately went to the toilet, he probably knew what they brought there, and I began to help Tal. The boxes were light, but one of them burst open and spilled grass with a sharp intoxicating smell. Tal began to swear that he had suffered great damage, and I went to my shelves to lay out the goods further. Samir also told me that Avner, an elderly man who had been watching the trading floor, had disappeared. But before that, it turns out that he sent back a batch of shampoos paid for by the store to the company, without even asking to return the money for it, and the man talking about underpants turns out to be a representative of the company that sells shampoos and set prices for them at 3.90 instead of 13.90. Here are some interesting things.
Yes, during the break, Samir and I went to drink coffee with milk, but when I poured myself a cup, I saw that the milk in the refrigerator for workers had run out, and one of the stackers said that it could be taken from Tal.
I didn’t want to go to Tal, but Samir still managed to drink coffee before the milk ran out and I saw that the drink somehow had a strange effect on him, he changed his face and began to grumble on various occasions, and I already began to fear drinking there at all anything.”
“I saw when I came in, Yaroshka, that there were tourists.”
“Yes, today there was such an interesting episode – a woman came in, she asked something from another stacker in English, but she could not understand her.
I came up and asked: “What are you looking for, maybe I can help you?”
“I am looking for Indian flour with coconut, I can not imagine how you can live without it, I need it every day, in Arizona it is in all stores, it contributed to the resurrection of Buddha.” – she said, and her eyes were wild and empty.
“Yeah, it looks like in the States also a spider from India has wove its web and catches in it everyone whose head is not quite in place, those who do not see their way.”
“Shalom! Yakov will arrive in half an hour, wait.” – said African woman Marta, who opened the door for us at the center for working with adolescents and youth, located on Shkhoret Street.
Then she laughed
“Ha ha! No, it’s a joke. I don’t know when he will be. I talked to him, he’s not himself, he seems to have drunk.”
“I don’t understand what’s funny about Yaron, I should try to get through to Yakov and find out if he went to the Laguna villa and what’s wrong with him.”
“I agree and I don’t see anything funny here either.”
“Yes, Yacov. How are you?”
“Maayan, he says he doesn’t want to tell yet what happened to him, because he remembers almost nothing, only that he was at the villa, then a complete blackout and the next thing he remembers is only that he came home in the morning and that’s it. He could not explain anything to his wife and she did not let him into the house. At that moment, he could only shout something incoherently and wave his arms, then he ended up in the hospital and was diagnosed with severe poisoning. But he plans to come to work in the coming days.”
“I would like to see him in reality and understand what happened to him.”
And after the weekend, on the first working day of the new year 2022, we decided to go to a familiar address on Shkhoret Street.
There were always quite a lot of people in the center, but here, to our surprise, only one employee was present.
“Today there is no one, because the inspector should drive up, I’m in touch with him now, don’t distract me.” – she said with a worried look.
“And here, too, a terrible checker??????”
Scary checker virus picture
While my son and I looked at each other in puzzlement, a pickup truck drove up to the building, in the back of which there was some kind of device, like a lawn mower and several bags of soil.
In the car, we saw two men, one of whom, a tall brunette, went to inspect the courtyard of the center, and the second, fair-haired, of small stature, remained sitting in the car with an extremely displeased face.
“They look more like not scary inspectors, but like a city gardening service. Yaron, let’s ask them what’s going on here?”
picture machine gardening
“Good.” – answered the son and addressed this question to the man sitting in the car.
“Maayan, he says that there are some strange people working in the center who are not all right with their heads, they complain that they were called and told some disgusting horrors, like flamethrowers will be put in their asses.”
“Let’s go, Yaron, I don’t want to listen to this nonsense.”
“I’m not interested either, Maayan.”
Only “it” again continued on the same day.
“Those guys are talking about a severed head again. Are there really no other topics? About something interesting, pleasant, beautiful, or even just delicious?” – said the son in the evening, when we went to the Shuk store for a minute and while we were choosing vegetables there, involuntarily overheard the conversation of workers.
Picture in store head
“I think we need to focus on the good stuff and on our own, Yaron. Tomorrow we have a visit to Boris M, an elderly but very professional psychiatrist, we need his resume for a positive solution with army affairs.”
“It’s been raining for the third day already. The gray sky is so unusual for these places. But let’s go, Yaron, it’s time for the reception soon.” – I told my son the next morning.
“Yes, let’s go, Maayan.”
“From you 54 shekels, go to room number nine.” – we were told in the mental health clinic.
“Shalom. Manishma? (How are you?)” – said a gray-haired man of about 50 who came up to us.
“Yakov, did you come? We went to your center 5 times, but didn’t find you there.” – I said in surprise.
Yakov looked somehow exhausted, he was without his usual glasses, and his eyes shone with some kind of abnormal brilliance.
“I promised I’d come” – he said.
“I would really like to know if you have been to Villa Laguna?”
“I’m not ready to talk about this incident yet, especially since Martha laughed at me and said that I was not in order with my head, and if I now tell everything to the doctor, I’m afraid that he will give me a psycho certificate” – he replied. .
“You changed your names. Are they some kind of Indian ones?” – doctor Boris M. asked us, starting the appointment.
“No, these are traditional Jewish names.”
“Are you vegan like Indians?”
And a few more times in a conversation with a doctor, a mention of the Indians came through from him.
“Yakov said that the doctor has two villas, he is single and he is 69 years old, and during the reception he mentioned India several times. What do you think, Maayan, maybe they took him seriously too?”
“Anything is possible, Yaron. Look, the car of the chain of stores that the Indian Amit bought.”
“Yes, I see and the driver even winked at me.”
“But it looks like another performance of our energy worlds, Yaron.”
In the evening of the same day, in order to get a more realistic picture of what was happening, we decided to go back to the familiar house on Shkhoret Street. Unlike usual, in the Center, a bright light burned in all the rooms, and we approached the door, hesitantly opened it.
“Shalom! Manishma? Would you like to drink tea with us, otherwise it’s cool outside today?” – Martha asked hospitably.
“That’s very kind. Thank you! But we just wanted to know what happened yesterday?”
“Someone poured hot water over the electrical wiring from above and there was a short circuit, we called the master, he fixed everything.”
“Yes, and we came yesterday morning and saw that the gardening service came to you.”
“Yes, they have done a yard landscaping project and are making an estimate.”
“And Yacov? Was he here today?”
“No, he was gone for a long time. In general, he is not a very adequate, and prone to alcoholism person. I advise you to listen to him less.”
“Yes, thank you! Have a good evening!”
“By the way, Yaron, I remembered that Dr. Boris M. had a wedding ring on his finger, which means he most likely lives with his wife and it is likely that he does not have a villa at all.
Why do people endlessly senselessly lie and so often tell horrors?”
“I don’t know, Maayan.”
picture of question marks
The next day, my son and I went to clean Susan’s apartments, as it seemed to us, an absolutely adequate woman who is engaged in the hotel business with her husband and usually expresses her thoughts clearly and concisely. We visited her twice before and each time before leaving, she thanked us for the good cleaning and put fruit and sweets in a bag for us. This time, she seemed to have forgotten about the tradition that had begun, and while she was driving us home, Susan also began to … tell horror stories …
“Susan, what do you think of our employers at Villa Laguna?” – we asked her on the way.
“This man,” she said, without giving a name, “is just a terrible sadist and a maniac, several criminal cases have been opened against him, he threw a hot iron and a kettle of boiling water at his wife, which is why she left him.
That woman is a worthy couple for him, more than one criminal case has been opened against her, she pours something on people’s clothes and then they get skin cancer, and her husband has lost some intimate parts of his body.
The social services guy you called ‘is just a complete jerk, he’s bothering me with requests for help. And anyway, next time I’d better leave you the key under the rug. I’m very busy with my business right now.” – Susan told us while saying goodbye.
“Yaron, is it really Susan, such a reasonable woman, who told us such inadequate and terrible stories?”
“Yaron, will you stay at home or will you come with me?”
“How do I leave you, Maayan, at such a difficult moment? Of course I’ll go.”
“But this is just cleaning, Yaron.”
“Maayan, you yourself know how things are there.”
Less than three minutes later, my son and I came to a white three-story villa with beautiful white arched windows, a pretty little white fence and the owner’s Toyota, also white, standing next to it.
“Yaron, look, the large Adano’s (a tall, heavy-built African who sailed from Eritrea a few years ago and also works in the villa) bycycle is standing.” – I said, opening the gate.
“It’s kind of calming. Yaron, there is also a black girl of 5-6 years old, so big-eyed and pretty. Apparently this is Adano’s daughter. Ah, here he is.”
“Yes, Maayan, Adano says he can’t be here alone anymore. And although he knew that we would come, he was invited an hour earlier than us and he decided to take his daughter with him so that it would not be scary and there would be someone to talk to.”
“Okay, Yaron, let’s go and say hello to Karin (the manager of the company and the common-law wife of the owner of the Igala villa) and find out today’s work plan.”
“Ok, Maayan, she says to take a vacuum cleaner and clean the artificial turf in the yard, removing the remains of a corpse from it.”
“Okay, Yaron, let me vacuum, and you work out on your computer courses.” – I said and got down to business.
“Well, the yard is clean. What else needs to be done?” – I went up to Karin.
“Okay. Now we have to go down to the basement, grab the big mattress and put it on the bed in room three.”
“Yaron, help me.” – I called my son.
Together we went down the stairs in the villa leading down, where there were also several rooms, and saw in one of them a pile of mattresses. We took out the right one and put it on the bed in room number three, but the mattress turned out to be very small, about fifteen inches narrower than necessary, and there was a huge yellow spot in the middle. In addition, the mattress apparently lay in a twisted state for a long time and did not want to lie flat, swaying on the bed like the hump of a camel.
“What is this ugliness? Why are you putting it in? It’s just awful” – said Adano, who entered the room at that moment.
“It really is. Karin, please see what to do with the mattress” – we asked the manager.
“It doesn’t matter how it looks, the main thing is that there is no smell of a corpse. Yesterday we invited insect killer, because a cockroach crawled into one of the clients and he tried to pull the insect out of him, but failed, as a result of which the visitor fell apart, and his leg ran around the villa at night (we looked at the cameras).”
“I’m terribly tired of listening to this idiocy, and only one, rather gloomy topic. A normal person will not agree to sleep on such a bed, but in the end it is not our business. Is there any more work, Karin?”
“Yes, we need to clean room number seven, which was recently freed by a terrible inspector with three girls.”
I went up to room 7, from which two Israelis in kippah, who are hardly inspectors, actually emerged recently.
The room began to clean by Adano, who was already in some strange state, and his daughter was capricious.
But finally, we finished cleaning there. I was glad that it was time to leave this insane asylum. But everything turned out to be not so simple.
“Finish? Finished cleaning? Maayan, please sit here. Igal wants to talk to you.”
I sat down on a chair opposite the owner of the villa, who was writing something on the phone, as I noticed, in the translator.
“I want you to work for me” – he wrote.
“Yes, I do not mind.”
“I want to change clothes every day” – he wrote further.
“How can I help you with this?” – I asked in bewilderment.
“You will now change into these clothes, which were bought for one of the girls of the inspector, and you will give yours to me, I will take them to the washing machine and then I will put them on. And you will wear this one.”
With these words, he went to the bag with things and took out of it a new white T-shirt, dark breeches, socks and two pairs of sneakers and laid it out on a large white table, which they spread out in the morning for some unknown purpose.
“Yes, and I really need your sandals too.”
“This is some kind of nonsense, Yaron.”
“It’s hard to put it any other way, Maayan.”
I refused to change and Karin had a real hysteria.
“You should be ashamed that you do not allow the owner of the villa to change, he has to walk in dirty, bad-smelling clothes.”
She screamed for a long time, until we were very tired of the inadequacy of this scene and left, and she still continued to scream after us …
“Yaron, why does she need my old shabby clothes so much? It’s not clear.” …
“The only thing that is clear is that Karin needs clothes and shoes for some reason, and not for anyone to wear them, Maayan …”
In the evening I entered into a store in the center of Eilat, and Yaron delayed, taking out the mask necessary to enter.
After looking at the product I needed, I went out and saw that Yaron was still standing near the entrance.
“You have no idea, Maayan, who I saw just now.”
“Whom? Tell me.”
“Adano, he was passing by on his bike right now.”
“That’s good. Did he stop? Have you arranged to meet with him and discuss the situation at work?”
“Yes, tomorrow at three, near the entrance to the Shuk store. He also said that Karin had recently called him and said that if he was not ready to give his clothes to Igal, then he might not come to work. And she asked him to say it to us too. Yeah, well, it took her apart …”
“Yaron, I think I understood why Karin needed my clothes and shoes so much, and you said that she also wanted to cut some of my hair for Igal. It all adds up … Remember that they for some reason spread out the table. In some cases, what do put on the table? Do you understand my point?”
“Yes, Maayan. The coffin they ordered before.”
“An spreaded table, a coffin, wearable things, shoes and hair – the picture is taking shape, isn’t it, Yaron? But not from the funny ones.”
“Yeah, creepy enough. Looks like they were going to do the rite, Maayan …”
On Sunday and Monday, my son and I, passing by the “Shuk” in the evening, did not see Peter, who was usually on duty from 5 to 10pm.
“I wonder why he’s not there? Let’s ask Miguel” ― I suggested to my son.
“He left for Hungary for the Christmas holidays for two weeks, he will only be in January. He was lucky, it is a pity that I was not in his place. He received a decent sum of money and an unscheduled vacation from the store in compensation for the unpleasant situation that you know.” ― said Miguel.
“Great!” — we answered.
On Monday, Karin asked us to clean her five-room two-story apartment near the Eilat Mountains.
About an hour after she left, taking us there, a short woman knocked on the door, she brought a criminal case summons for Karin.
“The criminal case is serious. What is she, interestingly, involved in?” ― we thought.
And on Tuesday in the “Laguna” events began to get not amusing, but rather sinister character.
“We need to clean room number nine very cleanly and quickly. Igal will go to bed there. He could not get home, he has some problem, the police are in his house” ― Karin gave us an assignment.
“Yaron, do you hear the great Adano’s (African’s) bycycle squeaked, so he is leaving. What happened, after all, it was only about an hour after we arrived, the time is only the beginning of ten in the morning? Why is he leaving, please ask him.”
“Adano said that he can no longer endure all this madhouse. He said that Igal asked him for clothes, change clothes. And now Karina asked me if we bought new clothes for a voucher and can I give them to Igal so that he can change, because he could not get home and he has no change of clothes?”
“Yeah! The African has a good instinct. If he has already escaped, then no good will be expected.”
An hour passed, I was finishing cleaning in room 9, when we heard that some noisy work was going on upstairs.
“Strange, Adano has left, but then who could be there?”
“Karina said that a man came with a device for searching for the bones of a corpse and he looks for them in the walls and drills the walls where the bone finder shows their presence. You can go and see the car of this “specialist” is standing near the gate.” ― said the son.
“Are they completely out of their minds? Where is Igal? Will he come here to sleep?” ― I asked.
“No, he didn’t wait and left after Karina fed him something. Before that, he told me that he slept normally at night and was not going to go to bed.”
“I don’t understand. I’ll go and throw out the trash and at the same time see what’s going on near the gate.”
“Yes, Yaron, there is a big tinted Ford Savannah van, and its owner looks so unfriendly and inadequate …”
“Do you have anything suspicious here?” – when he saw us, the “bone finder” asked.
He was a tall, densely built middle-aged man with large dark circles under his eyes, he looked quite aggressive.
“No, no, nothing.” – we answered unanimously.
“He has such a terrible expression …” – I said.
“Yes, it is clearly dangerous to talk to him, he looks angry and inadequate, plus a fairly massive size.” – added the son.
“You hear, he really does drill through the walls on the second floor.”
Indeed, going up to the second floor, in one of the rooms we saw several holes made in the wall. The man continued to drill new ones, standing on the stepladder. Because of the noise he made, he did not notice us.
“I wrote down the number of the car and took a picture of him. I do not understand what he is doing and why, but I do not want to stay here any longer. Yaron, call Igal and let’s get out of here.”
“Maayan, the owner of the villa says he is sleepy and asks to be left alone for a while, he is going to sleep in the car in the parking lot on the beach.”
“Did you tell him what’s going on here?”
“Yes, I said that some man was ruining the house, but that didn’t make any impression on him.”
“I don’t understand anything. Let’s go.”
“No, don’t go, you still have to hang the laundry from the washing machine. We also need to sign where what lies in the closet …” – Karin did not let us leave.
“Yaron, why did she deliberately delay us with all sorts of nonsense? In general, I am terribly tired of all this. Well done Adano for leaving on time.”
We were already exhausted from the stress and decided to take a walk to our favorite place in the mountains, in the desert. Desert therapy helped as always, but in the evening, when we returned home, we again saw three missed calls from Igal.
“Yaron, call him back. Need to find out what’s going on there?”
“Igal says he’s with Karin, who’s making dinner right now. He’s going to stay overnight at her.”
“This is your business, Igal, but it looks like she is mixing something into your food and trying to manipulate you.” – the son told him about our suspicions.
“What should I do? Where to spend the night?” ― Igal asked.
“I don’t know. Spend the night with friends or rent an apartment, we can tell you one of our friends.”
It took about half an hour and we again saw Igal at the door.
“Yaron, this story is already starting to get boring …” – I said.
“I agree” – the son replied.
“Come in, would you like some tea or coffee?” – I asked Igal gloomily.
“No, thanks” – he replied, and sat down on a chair and began some kind of infinitely long story. The conversation was in Hebrew and the son did not translate anything for me for a long time.
Finally, he reported: “Igal asks if we can wash his clothes in the washing machine and let him to take a shower?”
“Of course, I would not want to. But it is somehow inconvenient to refuse, tell me that in principle it is possible.”
“Okay, then I went to get my things in the car, now I’ll bring them.” – said Igal and left.
“Listen, Yaron, but he seemed to say that he rented an apartment at our friend?”
“Yes, and it seems to be in the 8th entrance here.”
“That’s great. Call and tell them there is a machine and granules for washing.”
“Exactly. I’m already calling. He also says he didn’t find towels there.”
“There are 6 of them in the closet, let him have a look.”
The son sat down to his studies, but we were very excited and now and then again began to discuss what had happened.
“You cannot imagine, Maayan, how much filth, abomination and horror he told me. That some maniac came to him and scared him, that he would stuff his cat with dynamite, shove a flamethrower up his ass, etc. … for almost an hour he told me such crazy stories.”
A day later we went to the “Laguna” again, sincerely hoping that Adano (an African who also works there) would come and we would discuss the situation together. A white tinted van was parked outside the villa’s entrance.
“I don’t know what was there, something incomprehensible, but we need to collect the crumbling plaster in the 5th room and put things in order there” – Karin gave us instructions.
“Good!” – we answered.
Literally five minutes later, we heard the great Adano squeak and were very happy to see him.
“It’s so good that you came. But here at work it’s already getting scary, especially alone” – he told us.
When we went to the second floor to clean the 5th room, I noticed that my son was looking at the sign on its door with surprise.
“You have no idea what is written here.”
“Of course not. What exactly?”
“Better tell me, don’t waste time.”
“It says here that Yaron A. lives here.” (A is the surname of the owner of the villa).
“Why did they write this, Yaron? What could it mean?”
“I don’t know, it’s hard for me to understand their logic, Maayan.”
“Me too. Have you agreed with Adano to discuss the situation?”
“Yes, we decided to talk when he goes to throw the trash in the bin outside the villa.”
“You can also grab the trash from the room so as not to arouse suspicion.”
I had almost finished cleaning the room when my son returned.
“Yaroshka, have you talked to Adano?”
“Maayan, you can’t imagine, there is again some kind of performance near the villa – at the entrance there were three shaking drug addicts, one of them brandished an ax, he chopped off palm branches with it, and right next to the garbage dumps there was a tall, densely built man and he was very disapproving, to say the least, looking at us. So we hurried back, deciding to discuss what was happening later.” – said the son.
“Ok! Yaron, please ask Karin what else needs to be done?”
“She said that we need to quickly clean the stairs from the traces of plaster so that it dries up, otherwise the undertaker might slip and fall.”
“What other undertaker? This is something new. The inspector won’t come today, neither will the bone searcher, but already the undertaker will come? And vampires are not expected to visit?” – I said and laughed.
“I don’t know, but Karin said several times today that they are waiting for the undertaker.”
“Yaron, did you ask if she understands what she is saying?”
“You know, Adano told me the sensible idea that if Igal and Karin were that insane, they would have gone broke or had an accident long ago. However, they remember everything, they count money and drive the car neatly. And drugs may be hidden in the wall near the air conditioner. This is a fairly real and prosaic guess.”
“Well, very likely. Okay, I went to clean room 9” – I said.
“Okay, I’ll still sweep on the second floor.” – Yaron replied.
“Yaron, are the stairs dry? Otherwise the undertaker has already come” – Karin asked loudly.
“Yes, it seems to have dried up.” – answered the son.
“Yaron, who is the undertaker?” – asked African, watching at that moment something is on the phone.
“I don’t know for sure myself, Adano.”
“Then I’ll take a look on the internet. Horrible! Look, Yaron, how terrible he is!”
“Adano, you’re looking at something wrong. This is an American wrestler. And the undertaker is most likely the one who makes the coffins.”
I began to tidy up the room number nine and, passing by the room that the African was cleaning, I saw that he had come out and showed me with signs that he really needed to talk.
“Yaron, go discuss what is happening with Adano and please write down his phone number. We need to discuss the situation with him after work, which is becoming more and more incomprehensible. Then, they have a large strong community and they support each other …” ― I suggested to my son.
“I took his number, Maayan, he really really wanted to talk. After all, everything that happens here really gets on his nerves too. When I approached the African, he was sitting on the bed in the room he was cleaning in a strange state and could not come to his senses. Although it is understandable how much he went through in life, because he sailed from Africa, having sailed 3 thousand kilometers from Eritrea, where the war has been going on for decades and the standard of living is one of the lowest in the world. In general, we agreed to contact and chat after we leave here.”
“So that’s what I wanted to tell you more, Maayan. They pulled out a coffin from that white van that stood near the house.” – the son began his story on the way home from work.
“Coffin? Really? What color was it?”
“Yes, coffin, black.”
“No, probably dyed. Adano told me that. He saw how the coffin was pulled out of the van and while the door of the van was open, he saw that there were several more coffins, shovels and boots. The coffin was carried to the second floor, to the room that you cleaned up and then brought down.”
“Where, to the basement? Where was the ginger cat?”
“Yes, I already saw it myself. And then the master came, wrapped it with a chain and hung a lock on it. He also asked Igal which lock to hang on the coffin ― mounted or coded one?”
In the evening we went to do some shopping at the Daniel store.
On the way, we were overtaken by some clearly inadequate person who approached a car standing on the side of the road and suggested to the driver: “If you want masks, they are as ordinary in appearance, you cannot distinguish them, but whoever wears them for five days, will be in a thrill.”
And we saw that a dialogue began between then…
“It looks like the deal took place. Why are there so many inadequate people , what is happening?”
“Today I am going to the villa “Laguna”, Yaroshka, to do the cleaning there.
“No, of course I’m with you, Maayan.”
“Okay, let’s go then.”
Igal, the owner of the villa, saw us and showed the door to the fenced off and canopy part of the courtyard and said: “There was a diving club here, but the business has recently fallen into disrepair and I recently sold all the equipment to the Indians.” Indeed, the walled off room was empty. He pulled out a large vacuum cleaner from the territory of the former diving club, and my son and I enthusiastically began to clean the artificial turf in the yard.
“Maayan, Igal said that today there are many arrivals and it will be necessary to prepare several more for the arrival of guests.
“Good!” – I said and began to put things in order in the next cleaning object – room number 1.
Less than ten minutes later, Igal arrived.
“Guys, we have a problem. There is a suspicion that inspection may come after one in the afternoon. It is necessary that when they come, none of the workers are here. Finish cleaning here, and let the rest of the rooms remain uncleaned. And I will inform the clients not to come …
Well, unfortunately, I can’t get through to them, no one picks up the phone.” ― and with these words Igal, having run through the villa for several circles in search of the car keys, finally found them and left.
“Why are they so afraid of this inspection? I don’t understand. But nevertheless, if that’s the case, let’s go, Yaron.”
“Yes, of course, Maayan. You know, today Yigal told me a lot of some rather strange information.”
“Not about the severed head, I hope?”
“No. About the Indians. He said that they were staying at the villa and as a sign of friendship between them and their Jewish brothers, they gave him some kind of lion and juices with herbs. And Karina (the manager of Laguna), it turns out, also came from India.”
Imperceptibly Thursday came next week, when there was work again at the “Laguna.”
“How are you, Yaron? How are you getting settled? Do you have clothes, do you, mother?”
“Well, she doesn’t walk naked.” – the son shocked him a little with his answer.
“Yaron, were you really so hungry when you first came here?”
“Yes, it was true, as well as the fact that our entire budget at the moment is 80 shekels.”
“I would like to help you. I can offer you cleaning my house once a week. There work at least 6-8 hours.” – he said.
“That would be great!” – answered the son.
“Okay, we’ll come back to this conversation later.”
Then the traditional game of the evil inspector who was already on his way began again at the villa. Now Karin was actively involved in her, who for some reason went and turned on the TVs in all rooms, saying that this would harmonize the space and the inspector would be more benevolent. Igal left again.
“Yaron, I really want you to take the courses that I found for you every day, I ask you to seriously take up your studies.” – I said to my son when we returned home.
But literally a couple of minutes later the phone rang.
“Maayan, this is Igal, he is here and asks if we are at home.”
“Yaron, it turns out, he called us several times already. I see three missed calls from him.”
Entering, the owner of the villa first of all looked into our refrigerator.
“Large refrigerator and wardrobe, in general, yours is pretty cozy,” he said, sitting down on a chair.
My son and I looked at him in bewilderment. There was a moment of strange silence.
“Maybe some tea or coffee?” – I asked hesitantly.
“No thanks. I wanted to say that the situation in the villa worries me a lot. I think that this is some kind of intrigue of competitors and I need a trusted person who could do the cleaning there on a regular basis. In a few months I would raise him salary for a couple of thousand.”
“Yes, this offer is interesting for us. We could have vegan breakfasts or yoga classes there.” – suggested the son.
“Yes, it is possible. And you also wanted to sell a voucher for clothes? So we will assume that I am buying it. Here’s 400 shekels, 100 I will add later. Only I don’t need a coupon, you better really use it.” – he said before leaving, taking money from his wallet.
On Friday around noon we went to the “Shuk”, which was soon to close on Shabbat and open only on Sunday morning. A new surprise awaited us there.
The first thing that surprised us was that not one, but two guards were standing near the entrance to the store. In addition to the usually cheerful Peruvian Miguel, who worked that day, there was another Hungarian Peter, who was supposed to rest.
Contrary to his custom, Peter was dressed in some kind of house clothes, all stained with cat hair. He looked as if he had just jumped out of bed and he was clearly annoyed by something.
“Something is strange here …” – said the son.
The same woman who told us about the teeth found in the burekas worked at the checkout counter. And there were several people standing near the cash register, who were busy checking checks, because almost all the goods were sold by the cashier with an error.
I stood in line to the cashier, and my son approached the Hungarian to find out what had happened and why he had come.
“Strange, stupid and disgusting story” – said Peter.
“I was asleep after my night shift when this woman cashier from the store called me. I have a day off today and I decided to sleep well after the night shift, but she began to scream heart-rendingly into the phone that something terrible was happening in the store. I didn’t even understand what exactly happened, I only realized that Miguel was not coping and my help was also needed. I grabbed a pistol and ran out into the street, without even closing the door of my own apartment and running out into the middle of the roadway, began to hail a taxi. Taxi drivers, seeing a man with a pistol in his hand and a worried expression on his face, were in no hurry to stop. One of them then all the same slowed down for a minute and that was enough, I pulled the door, climbed into the car and shouted:
“Let’s go quickly!”
“Where to go then? What happened? Why are you so disheveled?” – asked the taxi driver.
“Something terrible happened in the store, my help is urgently needed, go quickly,” I said to the taxi driver, not letting go of the pistol.
“Okay, guy. Just calm down and don’t wave your revolver, it makes me nervous. I’ll take you where you want and even for free. See the speed on the speedometer drops to a hundred, and we’re driving along narrow streets” ― the driver replied.
When we stopped near the store and I and the taxi driver saw that nothing special was happening there.
“You lied to me, you were in a hurry just because you were late for duty and wanted to sleep longer, you were just too lazy to get your fat ass off the couch early and you were afraid to get a scolding from the chef. You deceived me, this is mean, let’s then 30 shekels instead 25 on the counter. You are just a lazy and idiot, come out, you are disgusting to me.” – the taxi driver told me and it was very unpleasant.” – the guard complained.
“Yeah! Yaron, the Hungarian is usually not inclined to come up with anything, but let’s still ask Miguel what exactly happened here.”
But when we approached the Peruvian, who was sitting with rolling eyes, half falling out of his guard chair, we realized that he was unlikely to clarify the picture of what had happened and that it was indeed non-trivial.
“It’s good that they didn’t call me, but Peter, he was unlucky. But I don’t understand what happened” ― Miguel said.
On Saturday, Shabbat, when I was cleaning the apartment in the Lev Eilat complex, when I saw Yaron through the open door, a short man called him and asked:
“Have you seen if someone without a head washed the floors here?”
“No, I haven’t seen it,” the son replied.
“Although it is possible that there are not so few of them …” – we thought later.
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Eilat, December 6, 2021, the last day of Hanukkah, Khamsin.
My son and I recently, after more than a year of wandering abroad, returned home to Eilat with an almost zero budget, and that day in the morning we started looking for work again.
We managed to rent a small apartment in the Lev Eilat residential complex,
the entrance gate of which was located right next to the “Shuk” grocery store.
“I’m terribly hungry, Maayan!” ― looking in the direction of the store, the son said as soon as we left.
“Okay, Yaron, wait a minute, I’ll run into the store and I’ll see what products we can buy on the way back.”
With a brisk step, I reached the shelves with products of interest to us, having looked at the assortment and prices, and leaving the “Shuk” I went to my son, who was waiting to continue the journey, but then hearing that someone was shouting something, I turned around and saw that a woman who was sitting in a store at the checkout was hurrying towards us, excitedly and loudly speaking something in Hebrew.
“Yaron, what is she saying? You know that I am not strong in the local language.” ― I asked my son.
“She asks why did you leave so quickly? Because you heard some screams or saw something terrible happening on the street? She said that they found someone’s teeth in the burekas today.
She asks if we know what happened here?” ― translated the son.
“What happened here? As far as I can see, nothing” ― I replied.
But the woman continued to tell something emotionally, and I suddenly felt an uncontrollable burst of laughter, although I did not understand what she was saying and laughed, and suddenly, looking at me, she began to laugh too.
“Maayan, she said someone had their head cut off. Now she added that it was actually such a joke.”
“She has strange jokes. That is, fortunately, all the heads are in place, Yaron?”
“Yes, apparently it is.”
“Okay, let’s go quickly, we already lost a lot of time on some nonsense. Let’s go, we will go to the villa “Laguna”, there is a vacancy, we will find out if we can find at least some kind of work. It would be very helpful.”
The small white villa “Laguna” was located five minutes walk from the shop on Odem Lane. This place was familiar to us, in this small alley we rented an apartment when we first moved to live in Eilat.
A smiling man and a woman welcomed us.
“We take you, come tomorrow, but for part-time work, there is not much work now, the season is ending, but it will be like this everywhere before Passover.”
“Good! At least something. I’m so hungry all the time!” ― suddenly the son said.
“Are you really hungry? Take and buy yourself some food” ― the man said, taking 50 shekels out of his wallet.
“Thank you, thank you very much! See you tomorrow!”
“Yeah, Yaron. Okay, we have to go buy you food and go clean the apartments to pay off our debt.” ― I suggested.
I was already cleaning, I don’t remember exactly, the second or third apartment, when I opened the door to put out the trash and saw a short middle-aged man standing near the door with a strange and empty expression in his eyes.
“Good afternoon, adoni (dear)! What did you want?”
“Yaron, ask him what he needs, I don’t know Hebrew” ― I called my son.
“Maayan, he says he has a leak in his apartment, I’ll go down and take a look.”
“Some kind of inadequate person. Maybe I should have gone with my son?” ― I thought.
A few minutes later Yaron returned, but, as I expected, he looked frightened.
“What happened, my dear?”
“There was no leakage at the downstairs neighbor. He said that someone had been kidnapped here, some Puerto Ricans. I asked what became of them, were their heads cut off? He said yes, it was. He had a knife on the floor in his apartment, smeared with something red, possibly ketchup, and some other objects of unknown purpose, and he looked completely insane. It was very, very unpleasant, Maayan!”
“Yes, I understand. Wish I went with you.”
And I started cleaning my last apartment for that day when I heard a loud conversation in Hebrew – some rude male voice asked something, and Yaron answered.
Soon I heard that my son slammed the door and called him to ask who was coming.
“Some man knocked on the door, he was sitting in the car when we entered the entrance and asked if I had seen a body on the stairs. I answered him, “You followed us and saw everything the same that we saw. If it was, then where could it go, what did you think I ate it?” The man looked at me in horror and ran away. It all looked like some kind of show.”
“Strange people, strange jokes. The last day of Hanukkah and Sharav. True, and Sharav is so dear, I missed without it! Okay, I’m already finishing cleaning, let’s go buy more food, Yaroshka, this will make you happy.”
“I’m always in favor.”
“Well, that’s “Shuk”. Yaron, while I choose vegetables for the salad, please go to the bread department, so as not to waste time and take a loaf of bread.”
“Did something happen again? Someone approached you?” ― I involuntarily asked, seeing the strange expression on my son’s face.
“Yes, while I was choosing bread, two guys came up to the department and asked me, “Where are the pits here?”
“I don’t know, it looks like they are not there, take bread instead.”
“No, we just need pita, because we want to fry someone and put there.”
“Maybe they want to fry and put chicken in there, for example.”
“Yes, but usually it is not said ‘someone’ about it.”
“Anything can happen.”
My son and I collected quite a few products, and I, thinking that this was too ruinous for our meager budget, suggested ― “Yaron, let’s leave the soy cheese, I think we can do without it, especially since we bought the usual one today.”
“Of course, I think so too.”
“Please take it to the place, and I will choose a few more tangerines for us, they are the cheapest of all fruits.”
“You know, I’m even just wondering – is it possible that someone will again become attached to you with old questions on the same topic, because there are so few people here and you only need to walk a few yards?…”
“Tell me what happened, Yaron!” ― I asked, seeing the changed expression on my son’s face.
“While I was putting the cheese in place, a man came up to me and grabbed my hand and said: “I want meat, I need meat!” And his eyes sparkled strangely.
“Boy, help me pick out the freshest sausage” ― he added.
“Again the same theme! Terribly funny!” – I could not resist and laughed.
“Look, this is that man. He’s standing behind us in the checkout line.”
I turned around – there really was smoked sausage with fat on the tape where the products were laid out, and the eyes of the man behind us were strangely sparkling with an insane shine. For some reason it seemed incredibly funny to me, I burst out laughing and as soon as I looked towards this man my laughter intensified.
“What is the meaning of this so-called cut-off head joke, repeated in different variations, Yaron?”
More and more questions arise in my head.
“Who are people in general and who directs their actions? How does the world actually work?”
“Yes, the rules are that. You call the Consulate and then you have to call back. My name is Ilan, I work in the internal security. How can you not get through? Now I’ll dial it myself. Well, here, I called and got through. Why don’t you get through?”
“I don’t know why this is so. Unfortunately, I’m not that smart. You call and get through, he will call and get through, anyone else will call and get through, but we don’t. We have been trying to contact our friends from Eilat for over a year.”
“Well, if there is no call to you, come back after two pm, I will try to help you.”
“It’s about two pm, Yaron, let’s go, let’s go again. We need to get a reception.”
“Why did you come? You were told that they would call you.” – the guard asked us.
“But nobody called us.”
“Wait, they will call back.”
“This is a senseless waiting. We’ve been calling our friends for over a year now and can’t get through to them.”
“How can this be?”
“I don’t know how to explain. This is paranormal.”
“Maybe you can also tell us that you saw a flying saucer?”
“This is not funny. Our Life depends on whether we will be able to go home. We, as illegal immigrants, should wander through the streets of Georgia and die here from hunger and cold?”
“No, wait for your call back. Here’s a call, pick up the phone.”
“Yes, thanks. Good afternoon.”
“Good afternoon! I will now transfer you to an employee of the Consulate. The conversation will be in Hebrew. Wait.”
The wait lasted for several minutes.
“Yaron, take the phone, talk.”
My son had been talking for a long time when I began to clearly feel and understand that he was again conducting a conversation with a fake.
“Yaron, we need an appointment, appointment time for tomorrow, or at least see a representative of the Consulate for three to five minutes.”
“Maayan, everything is fine. This nice woman promises to contact four ministries within a month and help us in everything. She will call back, we can safely go home.”
“That’s great. Thank you. But ask her name and can we see her or make an appointment?”
“Why? She will call.”
“Yaron, ask her name, can you see her and sign up?”
“Why? She will call back.”
“Yaron, okay, this nice man, the guard does not understand, but you understand that now we will come to the hostel and it will be written to us “Ha-ha! Moron! “And there won’t be any call. This is a fake conversation. And what are we going to do next? Die on the street?”
“You make up, Maayan. This is the vice-consul, her name is Maya. She is very nice and attentive.”
“Yaron, I am already filled with despair that we will not get to the Consulate.”
“The chief of security came down here. You can talk to her.” – the guard turned to us.
“Yes, thanks! Excuse me, what are we going to do? We are not getting calls. Please write us down.”
“How can you not get through? Do you have a phone?”
“Yes, there is. But it doesn’t work well.”
“Let’s check. Look, they called you, but you didn’t pick up the phone. Why didn’t you pick up the phone?”
“The call is quiet, the phone is not working well.”
“Let me call you. Well, there is a call. So wait, they call you back, everything is fine. Go home or I’ll call the police.”
“But I know that there will be no call, and we will continue to wait and as a result we will only have to live on the street as illegal immigrants. What should we do? Understand that you are depriving us of the opportunity to return home, the right to life. So call the police, maybe it’s at least some way to be heard.”
The chief of security went inside the building and soon returned.
“Pick up the phone, they call you” ― she said.
“Yes, good afternoon.”
“I can make an appointment for tomorrow at 10:00 am. Are you satisfied?”
“Of course. Thanks a lot!”
“Thank you! We were written down for an appointment for tomorrow at 10 am. I hope it’s true. See you!”
“How many years I have been working here, I have never heard anything like it. But I wish you good luck! You must of course return home.” – the guard said to us at parting.
We no longer really hoped, but the next day the meeting with the Consul did take place. Moreover, not with an employee of the Consulate, but with the Consul.
“A very pleasant woman, this Consul. She reassured us and said that she would send inquiries to the army and social services. Now we have been written down for October 19 so that we can find out the results of the requests. Yaron, what did she say about the rooms where it is possible can sit out quarantine for those who have not rented an apartment?”
“She said that they are terrible ― there are bars on the windows, rats and cockroaches are running around and they are usually located in basements, the door is locked with a key and fed with some kind of slipslop.”
“She couldn’t say that.”
“So it was again a fake. Yes, the conversation was right through the handset, as if over the phone. It means that at some point a fake came in.”
“Yeah, it’s amazing, or maybe not. Why all these endless fakes? Okay, Yaron, let’s hurry to the train to Batumi, and on October 18 we will return here with our things and plan an nearby departure home.”
So, October 19 came …
“Well, here we are again in Tbilisi. It is somehow more fun here than in Batumi, as if some fresh breeze is blowing and there are much fewer rainy and cloudy days. Today’s meeting at the Consulate was less pleasant than the first, but the main thing we were told that you’re not even an evader, so you shouldn’t be afraid to return. Let’s go and get ready for home.”
To go home to Eilat, to Israel, we needed a request to the army for the son about his military status. But apparently some of our energy-informational component was clearly against our return, or generally against any reasonable actions, and almost all of our calls related to returning to Israel were blocked or answered by fakes. But we were determined to return …
Having suffered a fiasco when trying to get an appointment to the Consulate via e-mail, we decided to try to make an appointment to the Consulate, using the phone number of the owner of the rented apartment, Thomas D. And they kind of invited us for October 12 at noon.
“Good morning, Yaron. Get up, dear! Soon our train to Tiflis, it’s time to get ready. The weather is good, 3 miles to the train station is just a great warm-up in the morning.”
“Hello Maayan. Of course.”
The walk to the train station, most of which was along the Black Sea coast, was pleasant. Moreover, fortunately, it was one of the infrequent days in Batumi, when precipitation was not even planned and we had plenty of admiring the panoramic view of the city center that opened before us,
heading for the train to Tiflis.
“Doesn’t it look like an Israeli one, Yaron? The same two-story, just white, not red.”
“Yes, there is such.”
“Well, five and a half hours have passed, Yaron. It’s so tiring to sit for so long against the traffic, and, moreover, in this mask, the presence of which on the face is always checked by a railroad employee. But what can we do here? Apparently, we are already approaching.”
This is how our second meet and acquaintance with the capital of Georgia took place.
“Yes, Yaron, you immediately feel that this is a big city – the streets are crowded. And unlike Batumi, it seems like a fresh wind of change is blowing and there are many more sunny days.”
Tbilisi is a beautiful, original city with its own charm – it is surrounded by rather high green mountains and is divided by the Kura River into two parts. The tirelessly throbbing heart of the city is the waterfall near the former Roman baths.
A beautifully illuminated TV tower at the top of the mountain attracts attention
and a large number of monuments, as if rising up into the mountains,
as well as many flirty metal figures of people sitting on the bridge over the Kura, or just somewhere in an unexpected place.
And also its originality is in unusual carved wicker wooden balconies and sympathetic sociable people.
“Maayan, will we go to the same hostel to Alex and David with chacha hand disinfection?”
“Of course, it’s generally quite good there, quite clean and inexpensive. And it is located quite conveniently in the center on Zurab Klvlevidze Street. This is a two-story, but picturesque and somewhat cozy old building behind a metal gate, in which you feel at home. Although the rooms in the hostel are without windows, there are three large constantly ajar windows in the kitchen and at the entrance.
“Yaron, do you remember how we climbed out there last time through one of them?”
“Of course. It was funny.”
Another feature of the hostel is a permanent worker on duty there – David, a small, traditional Georgian-looking, benevolent man, who somehow magically appears when the front door is opened with an invariable sprinkler with chacha in his hands and a traditional phrase.
“The coronavirus is still raging. Let me disinfect your hands and your front door handle. Thank you! Have a nice day!”
“Thank you! Yaron, let’s leave our things here in the hostel and let’s go look for the Consulate of Israel.”
“We need 154 Agmaneshenabeli Avenue, 150 Agmaneshenabeli Avenue, somewhere across the house there should be a Consulate, we must probably cross the road … But there is already house 160, and where have 10 more houses gone? As usual, everything is not so simple. There is a security guard in the building nearby, need to ask him.”
“Thank you very much! How kind it was to see us off. Otherwise we would have looked for a long time. The house is so inconspicuous, it stands in the courtyard and its number is not 154, but 152. Come on, Yaron, we’ll come early tomorrow at 9-10 am.”
“But Maayan, we have an appointment at the Consulate at 12:30.”
“Do you believe that it is, Yaron?”
“Yes, of course, we made an appointment from Thomas’s phone, he dialed the number himself, it wasn’t supposed to be a fake conversation.”
“So what? I, frankly, am sure that there is not this appointment.”
“Okay. You haven’t convinced me, Maayan, but let’s get out early. For anything happening, let’s take a walk.”
“Good morning, Yaron! Breakfast is on the table. Let’s go find out the real situation and we must make every effort to actually make an appointment.”
“I’m on my way, Maayan.”
“No, you are not on the lists for today. Make it by phone. And you don’t have to come here” — the guard at the Consulate told us.
“But we can’t make an appointment over the phone.”
“Why? I’ll give you the exact and correct number and you will call and make an appointment”
“Sorry, we cannot make it. We have already tried many times and called twice from the phone of the owner of the apartment we are renting. He can confirm that his name is Thomas D. and he lives on Vazhafshavela street … in Batumi, but as you can see, there is no appointment. Please, do for us.”
“No, this is not according to the rules. You yourself must call and make an appointment. And then the Consulate will call you back to find out the essence of the issue you are addressing.”
“Please write us down, otherwise we will never get home, we will have to wander around the streets of Georgia as illegal immigrants. Please make an appointment!!!”
“What did you want? Maybe I can help you?” — asked a nice young man who came down the stairs with regular features and a Georgian type of appearance.
Yesterday we went to look at the land that Thomas, the owner of the house where we rent an apartment, wants to sell.
Leaving the house in Batumi, we reset the speedometer to see the exact distance to the land for sale. Now we are on the outskirts of the city, passing by huge eucalyptus trees, the sensations and views are becoming more and more attractive.
We make a short stop on the bridge to see the beautiful view that opens up.
The next magnificent panorama is over the bridge and the river.
The road is a good asphalt highway and here is our turn, now two hundred meters from this main highway and now we stopped at the gate leading us to the site.
The speedometer shows 13 kilometers. We open the gate.
And here is the tap with water, it is completely different here than in the city, fills with energy and joy of Life! And all the sensations have changed, they are different, more alive, like water. And how much is growing here!
We did not have time to see everything, but on the way we came across fragrant white, black and red grapes, plums. We twirled around an unripe, but very appetizing Japanese persimmon, went through a whole tangerine plantation and came out to a stream lined with walnut trees.
Very nice! And not only. To be honest, I was completely indifferent to the beauties of Georgia, I love the desert, but then from the feeling coming from the blooming land my heart ached and I wanted to cry. I felt the energy of this land and the pain of this people and felt how the hearts of the owner of the house and his wife seemed to open up towards us.
On the way back, we stopped at a number of restaurants located in places with really stunning views of the waterfall and the stormy mountain river. It was worth seeing!
And when we returned to Batumi and went to have dinner in the gazebo in the yard, we felt a huge difference between the pure energies of Nature and the energies of city life, it seemed to us as if we were in a stuffy and cramped apartment.
From the experienced bright energy-informational interaction, I felt excitement and could not sleep for a long time, remembering the words of Thomas “How sweet it is there (in the village) to sleep!”
And in the morning I drank a cup of water collected yesterday at the site and felt a surge of vivacity and some kind of inner joy and realized how much new this little trip gave me and my son.
“Yaron, I was very surprised by the words of the man who, having overtaken us, turned around and said “This is true!” It’s one thing to talk with fakes who fake the voices of our acquaintances, and it’s another thing when a living person behaves like a fake.
He clearly could not know what we were talking about, because we communicated in a different language and he most likely did not understand what he said and why he did it. Do you remember, it was at that moment when you and I were walking down the street, discussing one important issue and could not come to a conclusion, is it so?”
It turned out that he, seemingly not knowing by himself, as if gave the answer to our question.
I think if we caught up with him and asked what he meant by saying this, then most likely he would have been surprised, shrugged his shoulders and said, “Guys, I didn’t tell you anything.” Because, apparently, he himself did not even understand and did not notice that he told us something, but simply did what some energy-informational world that was in him, resonated and cooperated with some energy world in us, prompted him … Simply put, our demons agreed with his demons and used this person for a little show. Then he immediately forgot all this. Rather, he didn’t forget, but he didn’t even understand and didn’t realize that he had done something. This sounds surprising, although it may be more common than we think.”
“It was also funny in the store, wasn’t it, Maayan?
Do you remember, as soon as we entered, several loaves of bread jumped off the shelves and fell to the floor. I took it as a hint and protest of our energoworlds against the use of bread by us, apparently they do not like it.
They want us to improve our health.”
“Looks like that. On the other hand, Yaron, maybe this is just a ‘dirty publicity stunt’ to steer our thoughts in the wrong direction?”
“And it is possible.”
“Yaron, elections are coming soon in Israel, let’s write a letter to Prime Minister Netanyahu, maybe he will forgive you our departure and we can return to the country. I always remember Eilat with great love — the unforgettable play of colors of the Edom Mountains, the incredible blue of the Gulf of Aqaba, my favorite desert landscape and the many open to us, positive people met there.”
“Of course we have to write, Maayan, I am already translating and sending the letter.”
“Yes, this is certainly more than original!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Here on Facebook, I was sent the new post of Prime Minister of Israel. You never guess what it is.”
“Tell me soon, you intrigued me.”
“It says that he forgives us and offers to return home to Egypt. And here is a bunch of likes, including Adam, and Ariel, and Jorge, and Rafael Mendoza …
Only it is not clear why we are offered to return to Egypt?”
“I don’t know, but fakes have a good sense of humor.”
“Yes, it seems that they again decided to show it, now in relation to our old friend I.
I see a note from her in which she asks “What does this mean? Where are these photos from?” Look, Yaron, actually, one after the other, a lot of some unknown where they came from photos of different people completely unfamiliar to me are sent from my account.”
“I don’t know, I didn’t write or send you anything.” ― I replied to I.
“Look for yourself!” ― I. wrote.
“Yes, I see. But I don’t know where they could have come from. Most likely these are the jokes of our energoworlds.”
I. is a wonderful person, but I knew that she adheres to very conservative views, absolutely denying the possibility of phenomena unexplained by traditional science. I understood that any mention of paranormal phenomena and even more their manifestation annoys her, because she always tries to ignore them or squeeze them into the rigid framework of traditional explanations, and this is far from always possible. However, where did these photos come from? I definitely didn’t have them on my phone.
I felt very inconvenient for the friend, as if I had done something wrong, and I began to delete the photo as soon as possible. This process continued for some time, that is, I deleted the sent images, and instead of them new ones immediately appeared. Then I. wrote to me: “Don’t delete them. We must try to understand their source.”
I stopped deleting photos, but now they suddenly began to delete and disappear from my friend’s account by themselves.
I. could not stand this anymore and blocked my account. She wrote me a note by e-mail, in which she informed about this, saying that apparently I had some kind of virus on WhatsApp. But none of my other WhatsApp contacts, although in this little incident, I communicated with one of them, had a single photo or anything else spontaneously sent. So, if it was a virus, it was only a VIP virus, exclusively for I.
“Yaron, unfortunately, our three months in Antalya are coming to an end, we have paid for the apartment until May 1, we need to move on. Where? What do you suggest? Turkey has two neighbors where we can go ― Bulgaria and Georgia.. What do you choose?”
“Just not Bulgaria.”
“I fully agree with you. True, I don’t really want to go to Georgia either. I was thinking about Albania, but it is much more difficult and more expensive to get there.”
“Yes, and only for three months, but you can live in Georgia for at least a year.”
“This is a big plus. Well, let’s go look for the ticket offices. And, of course, to find out where it is better to pass the coronavirus test so beloved by demons.”
“Surprisingly, this time with the taking of the PCR test, Yaron, nothing shocking happened, so little things. For some reason I really do not want to fly to Georgia, but tomorrow we have a plane, let’s order a taxi early, somewhere at twenty to five in the morning.”
“This is three and a half hours before departure? But for some reason I also want to leave tomorrow for the airport early.”
“Yaron, morning prayer, do you hear? All these almost three months it woke me up in the morning. The phone rings. This is a taxi driver, he is already arriving, he arrived a few minutes earlier, let’s go, although we don’t want to leave. Goodbye Antalya, thank you for everything!
As soon as we got there, the road was free, it was only five o’clock, and we were already at the airport.
Yaron, the taxi driver asks which terminal we need, let’s look at the ticket.”
“Maayan, he says that at eight in the morning there is no flight to Istanbul, according to his information. We ran quicker, the taxi driver found out that our flight was postponed to an earlier time and now instead of 8.10 it leaves at 6.40.”
“We ran, Yaron, we have no money to buy new tickets. We took tickets not as usual via the Internet, but at a travel agency, and they did not warn us about the flight postponement.”
“You will definitely catch the flight, everything is fine!” ― the taxi driver smiled at us goodbye and showed his thumb up.
If some strange virus appeared on your phone or computer, you woke up at night from the fact that you heard some strange sounds, disappeared, and after some time, in an incomprehensible way, some thing was found, then it is possible that in this way you met with paranormal phenomena unexplained by traditional science. These phenomena have become so tightly intertwined in our life that they have become a part of it and radically changed it, changing our worldview and becoming our teacher on the path of cognition of the Amazing Life.
In the articles of the collection, we express our original, different from the generally accepted point of view about the teleportation of objects, ghosts, ghosts, some manifestations of “telephone viruses”, we present our hypotheses based only on personal observations, sensations and their analysis, and we invite our readers to see the universe from a different rather unusual perspective. Thank you for the attention!
The collection contains articles:
“Ghosts, what is this … mysticism or reality?”
“Teleportation of household items in everyday life.”
“A parable about unreasonable fear, importance and stupidity of the paranormal.”
“A paranormal virus on WhatsApp.”
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