Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Season 2. Episode 4. Eden. Part 6. The Exile from Eden.

“Dear customer! Due to a military emergency, some amount may be charged from your account. Thank you for your understanding and your patriotism!”

We saw such a notice in the application of our Israeli bank Leumi on one of the cold winter nights of the coming December in the apartment in Eden.

“How? Listen, do you think this note is a scam?” – I asked my son.

“I don’t know. Most likely. But …” – he replied.

“In short, get dressed, let’s go …”

We did not hesitate, got dressed and with a quick, athletic step went to the nearest ATM, which was located next to the Varna Free University.

“It is likely that this is a scam and a fake note, but it may well turn out to be “prophetic” – I said.

“Yes, it’s much calmer this way” – added the son when we took the entire balance from the bank card.

“Moreover, we have already been repeatedly warned about this by Avner, or his fake, but the fact is that we did not listen to this.”

“Yes, most likely, that’s why our energetic worlds have resorted to a more effective remedy” – I added and we both laughed.

And Avner, always a balanced, friendly entrepreneur, a diver from Eilat was also always in touch and was always ready to help with practical advice.

And by Christmas and by the beginning of the new 2021, the time of visa-free travel in Bulgaria was coming to an end, and we categorically did not want to go to neighboring countries in such cold weather and on a holiday, except for Turkey, to which it was still too early to return.

We went to the migration bureau in Varna and its boss, a pleasant, benevolent woman, Diana, said to us then seemed strange phrase “Yes, I do not advise you to go to neighboring countries, they are like circles of hell. And now it’s not a problem to extend a tourist visa, you just need a notarized contract for an apartment and insurance. Bring these documents to about the date of December 10″ – continued Diana

Here I cannot but express my gratitude to Julia and Svetlana, whom we met through the Facebook group and who provided us with a notary-certified apartment contract completely disinterestedly!!!

We made all the necessary papers and took them to the Migration Office for the extension of the tourist visa.

“Come for an answer in two weeks” – they told us there.

And while we were standing in line to apply, we met both Diana and Nikolai.

Diana was clearly alarmed by something and she had no time for talking to us, and Nikolai, who always liked to chat, immediately called us back:
“Hello! This is a work phone, it is not tapped, and I want to tell you that unpleasant events have begun to take place here recently.
Some strange people came to my boss Diana’s home yesterday and threatened her, then her relative was kidnapped. What exactly was the matter, she did not even understand. You see, the military was called to investigate this case.”

A group of military men actually stood outside the Migration office.

“Yaron” – I said – “Nikolai likes to invent some kind of incomprehensible stories. I’m tired of it all and I don’t want to hear them anymore. I think we need to be more interested in our own life, right?” – I asked my son.

“Yes, of course. Goodbye, Nikolai. Sorry, we are busy now.” – the son ended the conversation with him.

And Julia, meanwhile, offered to move to the city of Byala, to an apartment in the same house where Svetlana lived.

The price for the apartment, respectively, was two times lower than in Varna. Byala is a very small seaside town or even a village about halfway between Varna, the largest sea city and seaport in the country, and Burgas, the second largest seaside city and port.

We asked Julia for photos of the apartment and she sent them to me by e-mail. We decided to look at them on a laptop before making a decision, and what was our surprise and shock when, after the photos of the apartment, suddenly appeared …

photos of the funeral agency.

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Season 2. Episode 4. Eden. Part 4. There is no need to rush to the Paradise!

We changed our minds to go down further.

“Do you think are here dogs? So they are trained, because they don’t bark” – I asked.

“It looks like that” – answered the son.

“What or who are they keeping watching over?”


At one time we were very fond of going down to the sea in the evening, passing by the brightly lights of the Kabakum hotel.

But then began to feel not very comfortable there because of the almost complete absence of people and the rather large flocks of large stray dogs constantly encountered along the road.

So, we almost decided to move to “Paradise”…

“Rai” in Bulgarian means Paradise

At the end of the first month of the rent.

However, it turned out that we told about this offer to our friend from the migration bureau, Nikolay. He became very interested, because for him the payment of utilities was a problem and we laughed to tears when he told us that in winter he sleeps at night in the same shoes in which he comes from the street, because it is very cold, and the money to pay for the round-the-clock air conditioner does not have.

“How can you sleep with your boots on?” – I asked.

“Of course I wipe them with a rag and go to bed. Otherwise, you can freeze” – Nikolay answered.

It also turned out that, just in time, his good friend left for Sofia, a capital of Bulgaria, on that very day, giving the man the opportunity to use his car.

And a few hours after the conversation, our friend had already gone and looked at the offered apartments.

“Hello! The apartment is just great, warm and sunny. And the price is excellent. But there is a very big …
I would advise you to refuse the rent.
That’s what alerted me.
The first is the relationship between the owner and his wife. She is clearly afraid of him and rather it seems that she is in some kind of slavish dependence on him.
I looked up the papers and found that she was a tourist who had lived there for several months.
Then, it looks like he put her on a hook, making some dirt.
The second is that the hotel owner apparently has preferential rates for electricity and water. Why?
I have long spied the password from Diana, my chef, and decided to make inquiries about this person through her computer. So, access to information about him is closed.
And your stay there may not end well, but he also does not need to arouse suspicion. Go to the owner of “Paradise” and tell them that your plans have changed due to the arrival of relatives who have already rented an apartment for you.
This is my advice to you. “

The next day we decided to do so, but our way was as if blocked by the car of the funeral agency, which was parked near the “Diva” apartments on the way to the Paradise hotel.

We saw how the cargo corresponding to its purpose was taken out of the apartments and put into the car.

This sight shocked me and I told my son

“I’m not ready to move to that hotel by no means!”

In fact, this car seemed to have drawn some kind of invisible line, which we could not cross and we never reached the hotel.

And since then, we involuntarily began to pay attention to this noticeable car, and I must say, for some unknown reason, we regularly saw it in the vicinity – when we stood at a bus stop or went to the store. It began to seem to us more and more strange.

“It seems that some very old people live in “Diva”, but they don’t die every day” – my son and I were perplexed.

To be continued…

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Season 2. Episode 4. Eden. Part 3. Ariel, you are definitely a fake! Dilemma — Eden or Paradise?

“Hi! Ariel K is listening.”

“Where are you?”

“I am still in Eilat, but I have already sat out here, I am thinking of going to Mexico in Tulum or Cancun and opening a diving club there, I have a Mexican work visa, it is valid for more than six months. I will be glad if you come with us. Adam will also join soon.” – this was the new version of events, voiced by Ariel’s voice over the phone.

We supported this conversation with very moderate enthusiasm and understandable inner distrust, not really believing that this was the real Ariel. Although the timbre of the voice, intonation, manner of speaking exactly corresponded to a real freediver.

“Ask Ariel to talk to us via video communication, too” – I asked my son.

“Yes, of course, I do not mind” – answered the voice of the freediver and immediately the image turned on in the messenger and we really saw Ariel on the balcony of a friend’s apartment against the backdrop of the Edom Mountains, and the son even took his photo or rather a screenshot during a conversation.

Red Sea

“I read on the news – he said – that in Tulum, this is the center of freeliving and yoga, there is a villa of the well-known actor the Rock, I would really like to teach him freeliving …”

We did not ask Ariel whether he was fake or not, but with each new conversation with him it became more and more obvious.

But what should we do next? It was only towards the end of our stay at the Villa Eden that we began to understand that most likely none of our Eilat acquaintances was going to leave anywhere.
An acquaintance of ours, leading personal growth trainings, always advised us to state our problems on paper, and we decided to give it a try. Before going to bed, we wrote down our concerns on a piece of paper.
Imagine my surprise when in the morning, having looked at this sheet, I saw that there, in place of the questions, the answers to our questions were written in my son’s handwriting.
At that moment, I did not understand how this could be, but did not particularly think about it. They did not write anything interesting that remained in our memory.

The next morning I got up and, not finding my laptop in the usual place, asked my son:

“Do you know where the computer might be? Did you leave it on the couch in the living room as usual?”

“Yes, of course. You know, I think you shouldn’t worry about this, I think it’ll show up in a few hours.”

For about a month, the laptop disappeared every night and appeared at lunchtime when we came with purchases from a local store, near which there was a fenced area, which was a real … dump.
It was in that apartment that such a strange thing happened periodically. When I went into the bathroom, the curtains were closing in the bedroom.

This made me feel uncomfortable and I usually tried to open them as soon as possible.

The end of October came, it was getting colder and colder, I didn’t want to sit in the yard at all. In recent years, we lived in the hot desert climate of Eilat, which we loved so much, and we did not have warm clothes and we posted an ad to the Varna Facebook group. Many thanks to everyone who responded and warmed us not only with warm donations, but also with human warmth. It was very pleasant and touching and gave us the opportunity not to freeze in the cold Bulgarian winter.

As I said, by the end of the first month of our stay in Varna, it got very cold. And in the vast majority of houses there was no central heating, the apartments were heated by air conditioning and a very decent amount could run up in a month, and we found a nearby hotel for students of the Varna Free University “Paradise”, where all utilities were immediately included in the inexpensive payment. We found this proposal very interesting. “Paradise” was located on a vacant lot, on a hill, and a beautiful panoramic view of the sea opened from its windows.

The side of the apartment was sunny, which is a very serious plus for the winter. We often walked by this hotel.

And its owner, a cheerful and very sociable man, every time shouted to us “How are you, young people?”

Once, when we passed by, he asked “Would you like me to reserve you the best room in the hotel for free?”

“Yes, perhaps the last b etter option for the winter is hard to find, we will move on November 6, when our paid period at Villa Eden ends” – I replied.

And down from the “Paradise”, past some trees and bushes, fenced off by a high fence made of a metal mesh, a partially collapsed path descended directly to the sea, along which usually no one walked.
In the evening, the bright lights of the lanterns lit up near the hotel, but this path leading down to the sea was completely drowned in darkness.

And one evening my son and I decided to go down it.

“What are we afraid of, it’s just dark here and that’s it” – we thought, but when we went down a couple of flights of stairs, we were stopped by strange sounds coming from behind the fence. There was someone breathing and the crackling of bushes, apparently when some rather large animals moving…
We changed our minds to go down further …

To be continued…