Paranormal visit to the Consulate or preparing to return. Part 2.

“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.”

“Okay, wait.”

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 be continued…

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!”

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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. Episode 8. Part 1. 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 1. Episode 7. Extreme – crazy overnight stay in a rented apartment.

“Accept our congratulations, guys, we are very glad that you have finally found the desired apartment with a yard and your favorite cacti, as you wanted” – the employers told us.

“Yeah! Only how can I tell them now that we are not very sure whether it is possible to live there?” – we thought.
It was Friday, the city was gradually enveloped in twilight and the thought of the upcoming overnight stay began to disturb us more and more.

“Yaron, let’s decide what to do. After all the events that happened in that apartment, to be honest, I’m afraid to spend the night in it. Yes, I’m afraid!”

“But what to do?
If we now stay overnight at the diving club, when we told everyone that we rented an apartment, no one will understand us.”

“Maybe you just need to tune in to the positive and boldly go to our separate apartment. Any reasonable person would say that what happened to us is just “nonsense and nonsense.”

“Yeah! You are so determined! I wonder if you have the courage to go to sleep inside the apartment?”

“To be honest, I’m not at all sure about this. But can we pull out the second sofa into the yard, especially since one is already there and get a rest in the fresh air?”

“And this is an idea. Let’s take a couple of warm blankets with us from here. Because winter nights are cool even in Eilat.”

“Well, we got here. What’s so terrible about it? We’re not going to spend the night inside the house” – said the son, when we settled down rather comfortably on the sofas in the courtyard of the rented apartment.
“Yeah! It’s funny enough when people rent an apartment, but they themselves are afraid to go inside. By the way, Yaron, I got so drunk on tea from all my worries that now I can’t stand to take one walk. But I’m not ready to go inside, so I’ll go outside, there still usually no one walks even during the day. And you wait for me, okay?” – I said, and went outside the courtyard into the street through the iron door of the high gates with stakes on top.
After a couple of minutes, returning back, I was puzzled by a new problem.

The door, which was latching from the inside, even from the outside, was somehow locked in some unknown way, and all my attempts to push the latch turned out to be in vain.

“How could she close like that, I don’t understand? What to do now? How to get inside?”

If I knock loudly, I can wake up the owners, they go to bed early. It will be very inconvenient!

“Yaron! Yaron! You are not sleeping! Please open the door!”

“Yaron! Yaron!”

“Why can’t he hear? He couldn’t fall asleep so fast, could he?”

“Yaron! Yaron! Open up please!”

“It looks like it’s useless!”

“I must try to climb over the fence. But it is so tall and most importantly, these long stakes, and on the other side there is nowhere to put foot.”

“What to do?” – I pondered the situation, perched higher on the fence, so that the courtyard was in my line of sight.
What is happening there?

The light in our house came on and went out and flashed again and went out again.

Obviously, something amiss is going on there, it worries me very much. Where is Yaron, why can’t he hear me? I can’t climb. What to do?

“Oh, Yaron! Finally! Where have you been?
Didn’t you hear me screaming and calling you?”

“No, I dozed off”

“And you didn’t turn on the lights in the apartment?”

“No, I didn’t go there”

“We rushed there sooner, something is clearly happening there …” – I said and ran to the apartment, from within which some kind of vague noise was heard.

And when I, full of anxious premonitions, opened the door, we saw that from all the taps – in the kitchen and in the bathroom, water was flowing with might and main … on the floor, since the drain hoses were pulled out below, like last time. But this time, water also flowed from the shower, the hose from which lay on the floor of the shower.
The washing machine came to life again and again
In some unknown way, its wire … turned out to be plugged into the outlet, her door was closed, the washing program was set, and at the same time the drain plug was unscrewed and water from it was also poured into the floor.

And on the floor there is already a layer of water two inches high.

“Yaron, look what’s going on here!”

“No comments!”

I rushed to close the taps and insert the drain hoses, the outlet from the washing machine, when I pulled it, fortunately I accidentally pulled out with the “meat”. Then, with a bucket and a shovel, I began hastily to collect water, hoping that this “wonderful” picture would not be seen by the owners. But, as soon as I managed to remove at least some of the water, the taps opened again and, of course, the drain hoses were pulled out again.
And finally, already as if indignant at my stupidity and lack of understanding that I should have just left there long ago, the massive metal front door began to slowly but inexorably close.
“Yaron, Yaron, come here soon! Hold the door! Help! You know that I have claustrophobia! I am terrified of closed doors. And I don’t want to be doused with toilet cleaner!”
Yaron! Fuh! It kind of opened up!”
But I don’t understand what to do with this water, I’ll try to remove it all the same.
Oh, Yaron, the door, please hold it, it closes again!
Let me come out of here, I do not want to be closed here and doused with poisonous liquids! Brr!
I’ll try to put things in order in the morning.
Let’s try to sleep now. “

Except that a blanket flew to the roof of our guest house several times and I had to get it out with a mop, because it was cold without it.

And the disappearance of the sandals in which I came and my phone, nothing else strange or scary until the morning happened.

And in the morning when we are timid
we settled down in the courtyard to have breakfast and drink tea after a very difficult night, the keys to the apartment, which had previously been hanging in the keyhole, disappeared, and the apartment itself turned out to be closed …

Then my bag disappeared, which contained our passports and credit cards, money …
It was then that I felt that I could no longer do this.
I sat dumb and
complete shock and not knowing what to do …
“Yaron, if the bag is not found, or rather does not appear, I do not understand what is the best way to proceed?
Go to work, to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, to the police, to the bank? To say that everything was stolen from us? Where? Who? How?
All these options are extremely absurd and unpleasant “

However, after a while the situation, fortunately, was resolved.
“Yaron, Yaron, the door has opened!
God, what a relief, my bag is here, it’s on the table.
And here is the phone.
What happiness! Now there are only sandals left so that you can go to them. Of course, if anything, then I will go to the diving club barefoot.

Yaron, and here is one sandals, for some reason it fell into an electric kettle.

“But the second one also falls.”

As soon as the necessary things were returned to us, nothing more delayed us there.

“Yaron, they haven’t returned our keys? How are we going to close the door?”

Here on the boiler a red light came on warningly, as if advising us to be more agile, and we decided to leave as soon as possible, closing the door.

A few hours after the end of my work, we walked from the “Gourmet” store.

“I will never spend the night in that apartment again. “- I said with feeling.

And right there in front of me, from above, almost touching my nose, keys fell onto the pavement.

Several days passed before we decided to make a sortie to the apartment in Grape Lane to pick up our things.

“I’ll wait for you here, if you don’t mind” – said the son, stopping at the gate of the house.

“Okay, I will try to quickly! I will try to concentrate within myself!”

“I sort of collected everything, everything is fine. Come on, I don’t want to linger here” – I said, leaving the house with my things in a few minutes.

As you probably understood, we refused to rent that apartment.

And since then we have become afraid of washing machines …

To be continued…

A parable. How unconscious people are managed. Part 5.

It was the beginning of the eleventh o’clock in the evening, my son and I were already going to bed when we saw that a bright light was on in the garage and literally a minute later it went out and we heard the noise of a car driving away.

“Usually that late Thomas doesn’t go anywhere” – the son said.

“Let’s better focus on our business. Good night, my dear!” – I replied.

The next day, Monday afternoon, we went to the Indian store.

Vijay looked very tired and worn out.

“Hello! I could not sleep all night, all these recent events are so difficult. Vihaan is in intensive care, his condition is still serious, friends are dissappeared. I don’t understand why everything is so cruel?
The police said that my missing friends boarded bus route 16, which runs across the south beach to the Turkish border. I find it hard to believe. Why would they do this?”

“And yet” – he added – “Atharv left for here, several Turkish men from Istanbul will also come, including two brothers who rent apartments in the center of Istanbul and own a hotel in the area where there are many mosques. The elder brother is a big man in the literal sense of the word, that is, he is very tall, and the younger brother has not grown up to him, but has taken place in business.”

We had already left the store and walked a little, when suddenly we stopped, simply dumbfounded with surprise, “Is it really Erol and Emre?”

Emre

Those brothers from whom we rented an apartment? The Erol who, according to the fake story, was kidnapped? That Emre from whose phone number, his voice, did the fake tell us so many horrors? (See more Unexplained episodes in everyday life. Season 2. Episode 2 Scary tales told at night. Part 2)

Is it possible such a coincidence that they come from Istanbul, almost thirty million city?
Unlikely…

We just have posted a new post and heard Vijay’s call.

“Hi! Yesterday Atharv and the guys from Turkey arrived, they went together in search of the guys and Thomas. They went to the police, to a familiar policeman – a Turk, and he told them the addresses of all the apartments and land plots of the owner of your house.
And they drove out of town, where there was a large land holding of a Georgian.
On the road, several cars ahead, they seemed to have seen his car, but due to heavy traffic, they could not catch up with it. Frustrated, they drove into a Turkish cafe.

Sat there to rest and relax a bit, and again went in search. Having somewhat lost his attentiveness after drinking a beer in a cafe, the driver did not notice a broken bottle on the road and punctured the tire.

They had to look for the nearest tire fitting. The tire was changed there, but the employee had no change and he said that he was going to change a bill in a cafe nearby. And before that he was shown a photograph of the wanted person.

The worker went to a cafe, successfully changed money, and suddenly in the open door of the toilet at the exit he saw a man sitting in a booth. He compared it with the photo and realized that he is wanted and began to shout loudly “He is here! Come here!”

The Turks and Atharv immediately ran and saw a Georgian, smeared with lipstick in an almost unconscious state, sitting on the toilet in a booth with an open door.

They tried to get an answer from him why he poisoned Vihaan and where the disappeared guys were, but he was already in a state of some kind of half-delirium and the only thing they managed to find out was that the guys were alive.

Why and why were they imprisoned there?

Why was Vihaan poisoned?

From the lack of logic and horror of what happened, the brain explodes!”

But is all that truth? Since we don’t have any proves of Vijay words.

To be continued…

A parable. How unconscious people are managed … Part 3.

I felt uncomfortable with such an answer from I. I absolutely could not understand what caused such an inadequate, in my opinion, reaction, both to the story about a 125-year-old Indian, and to my note. Of course, I.’s phone for Vijay is completely unnecessary, all he wanted was to be left alone. What measures is he going to take? I told him that I did not tell anyone him number, and he himself called the Indian store and it looks like our communication ended forever.

On Saturday afternoon, while we were having lunch in the gazebo in the yard, Vijay called.

“Hello! Thomas came again this morning.

I’m starting to change my opinion for the better. He also apologized for the incident and offered his help in finding the missing guys.
When he arrived, my friend Vihaan was in my store, whose brother Atharv runs a fairly large business in cooperation with the Turks in Tiflis.

Vihaan said that he, too, could not stand aside, and we both gladly agreed to the offer of the owner of your house, to go to the port and look for traces of our disappeared friends there.
We drove around the entire territory of the port, but did not find any clue. Yes, I almost forgot, Thomas gave me a box of plums. But I don’t take food gifts, my friend took it.”

My son and I looked at each other, remembering how strange those plums looked on a plate in the morning.

“Yeah, it looks like Thomas has not only plums growing in the village, but also some kind of dope. And it is quite possible that he pumped by them plums.
Tell Vijay not to eat them” – I said. And the son conveyed it to him.

“Okay, I’ll try to get in touch with my friend now” – Vijay replied.

About 15-20 minutes after this conversation, we heard the gate open and saw the owner of our house.
“Did you eat the plums from my bowl that I left you in the morning?” – he asked us.

“Yes” – I replied.

By the evening, my son and I had a distinct feeling of some kind of turbidity enveloping us, views of our blog also dropped sharply, people seemed to have ceased to see it.

What’s happening? Need to do something. And we need to find out how Vijay is doing, lately we seem to be somehow connected with this Indian for an incomprehensible reason for us.

“Hello Vijay! How are you, what news?” – asked the son
“There is news.
When I returned to the store, I saw that under the door there was a note “This is a gift for you, b*tch!”

I looked at the cameras, Thomas put it down.
The postman came, he brought a fine for incorrect parking of the car of the owner of your house. He parked the car at a bus stop, which is right next to the store and apparently some bus driver did not like it, he took a picture of the car and sent a complaint.
Interestingly, the first time he vandalized the store, he was here for about forty minutes, and the second – he was here only five minutes.
So – the photo was taken on his second visit and in the photo he is kissing that woman in a short skirt.”

I didn’t mention, but it better be told, in the first part of the episode, that Vijay saw on the video camera that Thomas was not alone to apologize, with him was a woman of about 35 in a very short skirt, high heels, with brightly painted lips with whom he was kissing, getting out of the car.

“And some very unpleasant facts came to light.
Atharv called, brother of Vihaan, who took Thomas’s plums.
I tried to call him, but apparently it was too late, he did not pick up the phone.

So Atharv said that he was called from the police and said that they found Vihaan lying unconscious on the side of the road, next to him were several plums and that same half-empty box.

“This is awful” – we reacted.

“And one more thing” – Vijay said.

To be continued…

Season 2. Episode 2. Istanbul. Scary tales told at night … Part 1. “Prophecy” on the alarm clock.

After a few moves, we settled in the very heart of Istanbul next to Taksim Square, a two-minute walk from Istiklal Street.

We loved this place and the welcoming friendly attention of the owner of the apartment, Khalil, and the sincere disposition of the housekeeper Zuleikha.

On Friday afternoon, when my son and I were about to go for a walk, as usual in anticipation of the arrival of our friends, an alarm clock suddenly rang on the phone, which none of us had set.

“You need to leave, there’s less than a week … you need to go to North America” ​​- the creeping line on the top of the alarm clock said “prophetically”. By the way, how it is possible to write anything there is still not clear to me.

We did not know how to react to this warning, who wrote it, is it true or false.

We thought …

Why do we have to leave within a week, what can happen?

Unclear. There was no explanation.

“As for North America, it’s not easy, we don’t have a visa to the US. Maybe it makes sense for us to go to Antalya?”, I asked my son.

“In my opinion, this is not a stupid thought” – he responded and dialed the number of Turkish airlines.

“Good afternoon, please tell me the flights to Antalya in the coming days and the price of tickets.” – he asked.

“Oh, you called on time, you know that we now have special discounts on the flight to Tucson, I myself recently flew round trip for $ 500. And I’m just delighted with this trip!” – we heard the voice of the “operator” from the phone.

“We need a flight to Antalya, not Tucson. We do not have an American visa.”

“Oh, do you need a transatlantic flight?” – the operator asked …

Amazing! It was as if he didn’t hear us or didn’t want to understand, imposing on us the thought expressed in the creeping line of the alarm clock.

What does that mean? Was it a real Turkish Airlines operator? Or not?

We looked at each other with surprise and at that moment heard another alarm clock ringing that we also have not set.

I grabbed my phone and read a new note on the creeping line:

“You can stay in Istanbul longer, but do not walk in crowded places. You are not in Turkey, you are on your way to North America. You do not need to go to Antalya.”

Why? I don’t know, we didn’t understand. But we didn’t go.

Exactly one week has passed since that message and the clearly marked at the first ring of the alarm clock day and hour has come …

We walked our favorite route across Istiklal Street to the beautiful white bridge over the Golden Horn to admire the beautiful view while awaiting the “arrival” of our friends.

We stood on the bridge and headed back, as usual discussing our business, or rather not even our business, but those extraordinary events that we thought were happening to our friends and acquaintances.

And we were already on Istiklal Street, when all of a sudden my son says to me in a frightened way:

“Some strange guy has been walking behind us all the way for two hours and constantly takes pictures of us, don’t look at him and pretend that you haven’t noticed anything.”