Parable about fear, stupidity, unconsciousness and fake web 3.

“We walked along a wide deserted street alone, past an empty building with broken windows, there was no one nearby, and then I heard footsteps from behind …
The steps were slow, someone shuffled their feet on purpose to scare us.
We walk slowly, not in a hurry, and he also slowly follows us … trail in trail …
Maybe turn around and see …?
No, I got goosebumps running down my spine with horror at the thought.
No, it’s too scary, it’s for sure HE, the maniac I’ve always feared. I knew that he would come anyway, appear. And now he is looking out for another victim … Therefore, he does not overtake us …
These shuffling footsteps come closer and closer, I can hear him breathing heavily …
I can already feel how I was sweating all over with sticky horror, he is already near and he is overtaking us, continuing to shuffle his feet.
I dare to look at him …

This is an elderly man about five feet tall, about 70 years old, and he walks with difficulty, short of breath, probably to the nearest grocery store. Time is noon.
How could I come up with such a nightmare?” — my son told me.

“Yes, Yaron, tomorrow, or rather from tonight, is a holiday in Israel, and on such days, demoniacal possession usually intensifies and your demon immediately took advantage of this, trying to bring you into inadequacy and thus completely subjugate you to his will. The main thing is not to immerse yourself in this fake reality or a web, and always think clearly and logically, no matter how difficult it is and turn inward, where there are positive creative energetic worlds, trying to feel them and be on the same wavelength with them.”

“Yes, it looks like it is, Maayan.”

“Yaron, I will go to the pharmacy for a minute, I need a solution for contact lenses, and you better wait while outside. Look what a cute black kitten here!”

“Okay, I’ll wait, and the kitten is really cute.”

“Well, I bought it.”

“Maayan, you have no idea what happened in that couple of minutes while you were gone.”

“So what?”

“The man took that kitten under his arm and ran away with him. It’s amazing.”

“It’s no surprise, Yaron, when demons start fooling people. He probably didn’t understand why he did it. Remember the story with Vijay (“Parable. How unconscious people are manipulated.”)

and that little episode that happened in Antalya (Paranormal Daily Season 2 Episode 6)

We need to completely free ourselves from this fake web, which began to be activated after receiving recharge, and for this we need to completely stop reacting to all these stupid fake ideas, but just be reasonable and do exclusively our own business, without losing for a minute control over our thoughts and actions. Do you remember how many times strange events happened to you when you were waiting for me near the store? “

“Yes, of course I remember. It’s probably already been 10 times.”

“I think it’s all analogous.”

“Yaron, did you try to book us an appointment at the Consulate again this morning? Now, unfortunately, it is already late, evening, the holiday has begun and tomorrow it will not work.”

“Yes, of course, Maayan. I booked.
Hello! Erev tov! The call from the phone of the Consulate, it is Yuf, who sent the request we need to Beer Sheva the day before yesterday. He says the answer has come.”

“Yaron, do you understand that the Consulate cannot work now?”

“Yes, I understand. But he says the Consul wants to talk to us.”

“Hang up, I’m tired of this theater of the absurd. You yourself understand that the demons were just activated.”

“Of course. Good. Maayan, a call is again.
Look, now the prime minister is calling … now the defense minister … and now the commander-in-chief …
I certainly don’t pick up the phone.
Maayan, lastly I was told the now traditional ending phrase “Ha-ha! You are fool!”

“Everything is as usual, nothing fundamentally new.

Tired of it! Enough!

Goodbye fake web!

Hello Life!”

Paranormal everyday life. Season 1. Episode 8. Part 3. This is not mysticism and not a lie. This is a paranormal reality. How we were kicked out of our home and out of the country. Not by people. But by who?

My son was supposed to fill out a questionnaire three weeks before the trip to the agenda, but as soon as he opened it, my head began to be pressed insanely, and he fell into a kind of stupor and could not write a single line.

And notes began to come from the military that if the son did not fill out the questionnaire on time, he would have problems. Apparently, these notes were also FAKE, but we did not even assume that this was POSSIBLE at the time.

“Hi, Yaron! I wanted to tell you, just don’t tell your mother so that she doesn’t worry, but the other day I had a guy’s dad at freediving who went to Beersheba for the first summons and was taken straight from there to work at the nuclear reactor in Dimona.” – Ariel’s voice was telling in the phone.

Then another call from Ariel and a new story about another guy… who was also taken from the first summons… and military informed his parents only a few days later.

Another call and a story about guys who had their passports torn or canceled on the first summons…

And this is my only son and a very beloved one… and my fear for him has reached a critical point.

I left work on the afternoon of July 12 and worried about every creak of the gate in the yard, imagining that it could be the military.

“I don’t know what to do. I am insanely afraid that we will not survive this summons. And if they take you away? I’ll just die of grief. And it’s also scary to leave. Where to? Now everything is developing well here, we have received the coveted certificate of remote education, thanks to the excellent doctor, and the social worker of the school Yuval said that he has taken up the solution of this issue and a teacher will start coming to you one of these days. This now seems to be the only case in the whole of Eilat, because in Israel there is a law according to which all students are required to attend school.

We have finally rented a great apartment in the best area of the city with a pleasant owner, where we alone use a large courtyard.

And finally, Ariel and Adam, they are such nice people, will soon rent a villa for work and offer cooperation with them. We have a visit to our doctor before the summons, he is determined to help us with a certificate for release from the army.

Remember, we recently saw him in the store, he recognized us, greeted us and smiled, he is clearly disposed to us. In general, almost everyone here treats us well. And finally, Yaron, I love this place very much, and I feel an indissoluble connection with it.

But … and if they take you into the army from the first summons, as Ariel told, and you will feel bad, and I will not stand it? And this “but” scares me so much that it outweighs all the other advantages at once, because if there is no Life, then nothing is needed. I do not know what to do? What are we going to do, Yaron? And also, I don’t understand, Yaron, is it turn so out that all our friends want to leave due to the changed situation in the country?”

In general, we decided to buy tickets and leave. Where to? I don’t know where could buy tickets, because, as I said, my card was blocked for online purchases. I had to ask a acquaitance, she showed great perseverance and she managed to pay for our tickets for 5.30 am on July 16 to Istanbul from her card somewhere on the 20th attempt, on the evening of July 14. Then we ran to the Eilat bus station to buy bus tickets to Tel Aviv the next day.

I hurriedly collected what I could from things, collecting only one suitcase, so that the inspector at the airport would not have a suspicion that we were leaving for a long time. All the other things were left in the apartment and in the villa at the club. On July 15, we left by day bus and were in Tel Aviv in the evening. The bus did not go to Ben Gurion, we drove on some route to the turn where the airport lights were visible, then we went on foot with our things, got lost , but by midnight, sweaty, sweating and tired, we draged ourselves the airport.

It was unusually deserted near the entrance to the airport, we showed the security guard our tickets and he let us pass, although we probably looked a little crazy.

“Yaron, let’s go have a cappuccino, against our usual custom, calm down a little and go slowly to check in for our flight.”

“Yes, of course!”

“How strange, Yaron, will we really never come back here? It breaks my heart!

Yaron, but will the inspector let us through? And suddenly, on the contrary, he will call the military? I’m so nervous that my legs are even shaking.”

“Me too.”

“Let’s go!”

The first check at the airport is a security check.

My son and I approached a woman who looked at us suspiciously, began to ask us a lot of questions about why we did not buy tickets ourselves, why and for how long we were going to Turkey, and then called the male boss.

He took our darkons (foreign passports) and, stepping aside, stared at them intently for several minutes, which seemed endless to us. I think that at this moment, fear and confusion were simply written on our faces.

“Let them pass!” – he said to the woman.

“But, why? The guy is 18, they are…”

“I told you to let them through, I’m the boss here!”

We exhaled.

“The test is passed” – my son whispered to me.

“Wait, we’ll say that when we land in Turkey.”

This happened on the morning of July 16 and a new counttime began for us.

Entangled in a web of fear and fake reality, we still did not fully understand WHAT HAD HAPPENED and what we would have to go through, that Life HAD CHANGED ABRUPTLY FOREVER. We did not understand THEN THAT SUCH A THING WAS POSSIBLE AT ALL, namely, that this whole SITUATION was FAKE, RIGGED, BUT NOT RIGGED BY PEOPLE.

Today, as I write these lines, it has been more than a year since we are wandering around the world and how much pain, anguish and despair we have experienced!!!

We have tried many times to understand and analyze how this could have happened and what motives our energy-informational worlds had to expel us from the country. So far, we have not been able to contact any person from Eilat . If we call them via Whatsapp or messenger, we are answered, moreover, soon after the call…, but only fakes ― fake of Adam, fake of Ariel, fake of Avner, fake of Aviv…

Now we are in Adjara, in Batumi and there is a storm with a thunderstorm on the street. I stand in the doorway and watch as an incredibly heavy downpour floods the yard with streams of water and they, along with thunderclaps, seem to clear my thoughts, wash away my pain and tears from my eyes. Goodbye, my dear Eilat, Ramon Crater, the Israeli desert, I love and remember you!

But I understand that we have to go further and I really hope that very soon we will be able to leave for our native places , which I have been waiting for many years to meet. Hello, Sonora! Hello, Arizona! We should see you soon!!!

And our story continues! Many new , even more interesting, unusual and exciting adventures in Istanbul – a huge and beautiful city on two seas and two parts of the world, are waiting for your attention, dear reader!

Paranormal everyday life. Season 1. Episode 8. Part 2. This is not a mystery and not a lie. This is a paranormal reality. How we were kicked out of our home and out of the country. Not by people. But by who?

“Let’s go! Look, it seems that Nufar is coming to meet us.”

“Exactly”

“Hi, guys, you look good! How are you? Have you rented an apartment? Well done! Come to our center, but call in advance. To be honest, everything has not changed for the better. A lot more work has come, and salaries were cut. But I’m happy for you!” – said Nufar, a specialist from the center for work with teenagers, with whom we collaborated to obtain a certificate of remote education for the son.

“It seems to be like this everywhere now” – the son remarked philosophically.

“I’m not at all sure that our employers are planning to pay you a salary.”

And the situation in the diving club where I worked also became extremely tense. The founders of the club, while it was not working in connection with the lockdown, got into debt and became very nervous, irritable and even aggressive.

Almost all the permanent employees who used to live in the villa in the club were fired. And a group of freedivers, with our friends Ariel and Adam, decided to completely separate from the diving club and rent a separate villa for work.

“Yaron, we need to go to the bank of Leumi, withdraw money from the card to pay for the apartment”

“Let’s go!”

“We came, but I don’t understand what is happening here? Why are there so many people near the bank? Yaron, ask the guard.”

“It seems that today we will not be able to withdraw money. The security guard said that the ATM is not working, because the money was not brought today, because a rocket hit the collection car on the way from Beersheba, and he also said that there was a shootout in the bank itself recently.”

“Yaron, this has never happened before, as everything is not changing for the better. Maybe we should go for a walk to the Eilat Mountains, just to relax and clear our thoughts, it usually always helps”

“Well, here we are in the mountains, it’s always good here.

No, not as always, I still feel some kind of anxiety. Now I understand why. Yaron, look at the top of that mountain, there is a group of military personnel, inspecting the surroundings. Yes, there is no sense of calm here either. I’m so afraid that we won’t survive this trip to the army summons, if it’s so difficult for you to even go to school. It is also unpleasant that my bank card is blocked for online purchases due to the state of emergency, and we cannot buy tickets not only for a plane, but even for a bus for 100 shekels or book an apartment on Airbnb for 20 euros. It is uncomfortable that the previously always open borders with Egypt and Jordan, which are within walking distance here, are now closed due to the pandemic. It is spent so much money to build Ramon, our new international airport in Eilat, and it only works for local flights. Why?

Yes, and judging by what it is written in the news, Ben Gurion can be closed any day and a new lockdown will begin very soon and all movements will be very limited.”

“Yes, everything is changing very seriously” – the son replied.

Indeed, the pressure and constant anxiety seemed to hang in the air, which was unusual for the usually cheerful sunny Israel.

“What to do, Yaron? It is clearly necessary to leave the club, and after all, in the future maybe to leave for the States?”

“Well, we have already reached the club”

“Look, there’s Adam here, let’s talk to him about this all.” Picture Adam “Hi, Yaron, Maayan! Yes, this is a serious topic, but I don’t want to discuss it here, it has become too uncomfortable here, now you don’t know what to expect from the founders of the club. Let’s better phone each other later. Yes, Ariel and I are going to rent a villa ourselves for work, so I’ll see you there soon.”

Thus, all serious conversations began to take place on the phone.

Judging by them, almost all of our friends were concerned and even frightened by the arisen situation and wanted to leave the country. We spent hours discussing such possibilities with them on the phone and have not even closely realize that we were not talking to these people or EVEN to PEOPLE IN GENERAL, ALTHOUGH THE TIMBRE AND INTONATION OF THE VOICE THAT WE HEARD FROM THE PHONE WERE EXACTLY THE SAME AS THOSE OF OUR FRIENDS.

Aviv, a cheerful, but rather frivolous young guy, a former manager of the club, judging by telephone conversations with “him”, frightening of a possible summons to the army, left all his things in a rented apartment and tried to go to Poland with a small suitcase to visit our mutual acquaitance Robert, spent two days at the airport, but the flight was canceled.

Adam, whose motto for several years has been “don’t worry be happy”, a freediver on the phone said that he found out that he had been sent a summons and wanted to fly to his relatives in England, but it didn’t work out, the inspecting man at the airport didn’t allow him to exit. He was thinking about leaving the country through the port of Eilat.

Ariel, an experienced freediver and entrepreneur, has said during telephone conversations that it had become difficult in the country and he and his friend Adam were planning to open a freeliving club in Mexico and they invite us to go with them.

Avner, a diver and entrepreneur, again on the phone, told that he allegedly received a French residence permit in March and he urgently needed to leave for France, which he tried to do through the Haifa port, but it did not work out.

We had a strange feeling that all our Israeli friends want to leave the country.

In the summer of 2020, the government announced the beginning of the annexation of the Palestinian territories, which could lead to a general mobilization. And my son is 18, we are convinced pacifists and vegans, who are unable to offend even a fly and whom even a military uniform puts into a stupor, and the army is perceived as something that cannot be survived and in which it is impossible to participate. And Yaron also suffers from social phobia, it is difficult for him (and me too) to be in school or other large institutions, and we received from the doctor permission and recommendations for remote training, a single case in Eilat.

And then a note from the army comes to the phone that the son must go to Beersheba on July 30 for the first summons.

Only after almost a year, when I began to write this episode, I realized that there was NO NOTE ABOUT THE SUMMONS. That is, it certainly was, but it was NOT written by PEOPLE and was FAKE, FALSE.

As soon as I realized this, I just felt with complete confidence inside myself that this is exactly the case, as laughter and a not very flattering comment “Suckers!” were heard from the laptop.

It was only then that we remembered that the note did not even specify the specific time of the visit and the address of the military base.

Moreover, we didn’t even notice it then, we were so paralyzed by fear, which made fools of us.

But we have met Adam and Ariel many times outside the villa, Eilat is a small city, and they were often driving and plied around the city, Adam always especially greeted us with a three-time horn, and if it occurred to us to talk to him or Ariel in person, then this whole fake staging would crumble. We would have might finally realized that our energy-informational worlds simply played us out and would not have left anywhere. But for what purpose did they so persistently and stubbornly expel us from Israel?

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Season 1. Episode 8. This is not mysticism and not a lie. This is a paranormal reality. How we were kicked out of the house and out of the country. Not by people. By who?

This is a real story and a very sad episode for us, which radically changed our lives.
Now, as I write these lines, more than a year has passed since those events, but I don’t care I feel like my heart literally breaks when describing them.

“Yaron, what are we going to do today, where do you prefer to stay overnight?” – I asked my son, in the evening of the day following the extreme night in the rented apartment.

“Anywhere, but not there!” – he replied.

“Then let’s go!” – I said and we quietly made our way to the spare room in the diving club.

This went on for several evenings until our maneuver was noticed by employers.

“Maayan and Yaron, you rented an apartment, why are you spending the night in the diving club?”

I blushed, not knowing what to say, and mumbled, “It’s so stuffy, it smells of paint, we’re uncomfortable there, I want to terminate the contract. Can we come back here for now?”

“Good! You would just say right away. And deal with the owners, guys, call off the payment.”

“Of course! Thank you! It turned out so inconvenient! It’s good, Yaron, that the situation with that apartment has been resolved, I’m not yet ready to look for a new one. “

Several months have passed, during which 2020 has come, another ineffective elections to the Knesset have been held, the era of coronavirus has begun and the first lockdown has passed.

By the end of May, we again, although not without internal fears, returned to the idea of ​​renting an apartment. We were prompted by a new site for finding apartments komo.co.il and on it we found what we wanted nearby literally 50 yards from the diving club in Nut Lane.

This time, the apartment met all the parameters we wanted.

It was part of a villa, had a separate entrance and we had a separate courtyard with a table, chairs and a large mirror, and we could also use the large outer courtyard of the villa, where there were sun loungers, fig trees and flowers. Its owner, Moshe, was a pleasant, benevolent man, always ready for dialogue, and our neighbors were always friendly and attentive to us.

“Yaron, it’s good that we rented this apartment, I like it so much! And the place, everything we wanted!”

“Yes, and me too!”

“How good it is to relax here from the hustle and bustle of the villa and lunch seems to have a completely different taste, right?”

“Yes, I also enjoy peace and quiet.”

“Let’s try to spend the night here one of these days. What do you think?”

“I don’t know. Remembering that night in Grape Lane, I’m not sure. It’s good that we didn’t tell anyone that we rented an apartment.
Let’s go to the diving club, it’s too late.”

“Okay! It’s really two minutes to walk here. Here we are. Let’s settle down. I’ll set my alarm on the phone at 5.30, as usual, make breakfast, hang in my yoga hammock, and wake you up at 6.30. Ok?”

“Okay! But why is the alarm ringing now?”

“Yes, it’s true! There is some kind of creeping line on top of the phone. It says “if you spend the night in that apartment, you won’t live long.”

“As usual, some horror!”

“But to tempt fate, to be honest, after the memorable events on Grape, I don’t want to!”

“I totally agree with you!”

“You know, Yaron, I am so worried that someone does not find out about all these paranormalities of ours and we are not considered some strange personalities or psychos.”

“I also think about it from time to time.”

Taught and tortured by negative experience, we feared … everything
It was as if we were in a dense web of fear, which did not allow us to reasonably ponder and analyze what was happening …

“No, we do not live on Eilat Street, we live in a city with that name” – said his son, answering the call during lunch in an apartment on Nut Lane.

“This is a landlord of an apartment in another city. Listen to what he says.” – my son told me

“You need to move out of your apartment on Eilat Street within a month, it will soon become completely unusable, at first occasionally, and then the water supply and power supply will completely stop working” – said a man’s voice in the phone.

“Thank you, but we live in the city of Eilat, in Nut Lane, not on Eilat street”

“I hope you understand me, by October it will be completely impossible to live in the apartment!!!”

“Yaron, what do you think about this! Strange call, isn’t it? Is this another hint? He didn’t seem to hear what we were telling him. I got the feeling that it was not about an apartment, but about the situation in the country that lately has not changed for the better. You too?” – I asked my son.

“Yes. Moreover, do you remember those notes that appeared in an incomprehensible way on our phones? Do you remember that it said that we cannot live in this country in any apartment?”

“Yes, I remember. I hope it was an exaggeration.
Although we seem to be constantly prompted to another country for life, this is the United States, but we still cannot get there now, we do not have a visa, and the Consulate in Tel Aviv because of the coronavirus does not seem to work”

“Yaron, look there is a saguaro cactus painted on the gate! It is as if something happens to me when I see it.
Yaron, look, this cactus looks like a little saguaro, right?
How beautiful it is!
When I see them, I feel some kind of joy and sadness at the same time, as if where they are, this is my home, but it is far away and whether I will ever get there – I don’t know. And you?”

“I find nothing extraordinary in them.”

“Remember to go to the school website and see the information you need.”

“I remember right now …
Look, this is some other Goldwater School. There are other photos and it is written in English, not Hebrew. It seems to be Goldwater School in Tucson, Arizona, USA. What does it mean?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should go there? Do you hear this song? ”I love you, Arizona!” How did it turn on by itself on the computer? You didn’t play it, did you?”

“No, I didn’t even know about its existence.”

“What a touching song. I already have tears flowing, as if my house is there, but I can’t get there!”

“Arizona is waiting for you!” – a half-child’s voice said from the laptop.

“What? Who’s saying this?”

“Arizona is waiting for you!” – repeated the same voice from the laptop.

“Yeah! Let’s go better clear our minds, Yaron, they are already overheated …”

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Season 2 Episode 4. Part 5. 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?”

“Unclear”.

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…