The mothers of Plaza de Mayo infiltred for the Salta Governement a nephew of Mera Figueroa the husband of Agustina Braun Blaquier

There is one community that exceeds the average Argentinean in kitsch and are the subspecies of the "Salteños" pretentious provincial, of dubious crests, which are capable of peerages awarded by approximation of the surname. For example if you called Alba, they inmediatly are considered himself descendants or cousins of the Duchess of Alba, forgetting that his patronymic of this house is currently Alvarez de Toledo and actualy Fitz James (son of James) And so they go merrily through life feeling “the rich kids of Village” all this mixed with superstition and drug trafficking endemic, make this an aside, that all governors, judges of the court, judges and government officials in the province, are mixed in that, or at best are complicit his silence.
Later he was to discover that the arm of this scourge not only embraces the Blaquier, but also the University of the Madres de Plaza de Mayo.
A third class of Hebe went and I signed up for mine in the legal career with the wild idea to be graduated at age 70 so we can begin the trial for the DNA and obtain the restoration of my identity. I was stolen the day I was born. Obviously I am an optimist and I take this very seriously, decided to capitalize on the punishment of living in this hellish asylum, take it as a hotel, dedicated to studying and preparing to enter college, with the firm determination to study the whole career, beginning to end. I still could not conceive the absence of justice !Truly do not know why! Because every day we see how human rights are violated throughout the world. As the great powers, champions of democracy, lie shamelessly, invading, killing and destroying other countries in order to take over mundane sources of energy or other resourcesThe XXI century is exposing the hypocrisy, but not fast enough, the press, social networks, Internet, are manipulable, it is my turn to check it daily in my complaint. They suspended the accounts of Tiwtter (I'm accused of spam)invented false directional blogs where send my readers, and an endless number of tricks criminal who defile the freedom of expression.
The fact is. I passed my test, but the first few days I began to notice anomalies, the day before presenting the practical work that was actually a test house. A fellow dressed appropriately, with cell phone, and other symbols of consumption, approached me with a tear-jerking story. Sick child with a disability, imminent eviction, inability to cope with the Internet and little knowledge of the vocabulary used by teachers. He proposed me to meet the next day at the Library of Congress to discuss the work at home. I attended the scheduled in time (I point) half an hour later came other colleagues with their work, the more successful it brought a mason, perhaps the most rugged of all classmates, when I asked him how he had done, I said that it was actually authored by a friend militant communist who had studied hard to Marx. Obviously the great solution was to copy the work, and this was superfialy agreed. Manager of the meeting of friends, did not appear.


Then in the solitude of my arguments come to the conclusion that my statement was much more authentic than the work of militant terminology that even used a completely alien to me. Present my work and I passed.
The other anomaly was an insufferable companion, ordinary, arrogant and diluent. That first day she said "I'll be your lawyer" insisted with cookies, inviting me to your home or intends to study with me. I ran as best I could until later time and to the evidence that he worked for the Blaquier. I’m adjourned the word. But the issue was more complicated than the farter woman in itself. Here I must to explain the situation. Because when the Duke of Edinburgh in question, it does not matter, Catholic Church, Mothers of Plaza de Mayo, the Argentine Government. Or the Pope of Rome himself (remember the Polish priest's homily at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem or the cure of Jujuy on the door of the Church of the Transfiguration on Mount Tabor). In the month of January 2009 since by that time militábamos spreading in public, pamphlets denounce to the world the Israeli aggression in the Gaza Strip, I was invited to the Mother's radio to discuss my views. As I am a regular reader of The Guardian, BBC, Le Monde, in my view three independent organs of the international press, was much better informed than the average Argentines, subject to the local press openly Zionist dye. In my speach claim the Israeli authorities consider as war criminals, and report that Gaza was a concentration camp in the open sky Of course this was to have a very naive view of politics in Argentina. Peronism or left after Perón, is an ignoble mafia where they buy and sell people according opportunities, where no one has an ideology, where dignity is an illustrious unknown and today we are Islamists or Bolivarian and tomorrow, so if the opportunity indicates, Clintonites and lackeys of AIPAC. Hebe in their journey, demanding justice for the murders of their children, the only place that resonated was with the current government, was they who made possible the incarceration of criminal military junta, and that has its price. For now, I think she is obliged to act very much against his principles and the principles of their children, must compromise with political figures, to be allies of the national government, who are imposed for the government himself. This one must resolve his weakness himself, with politic allies like Menem, the most corrupt former president who know. They are minority in Congress. have to buy the votes.
The fact is that a nephew of the Minister Mera Figueroa married drug dealer Braun Agustina Blaquier, one Urtubey, the subject of bad sort, as his maternal uncle, and now governor of that province unclean. Hebe was that opened the doors to their college, the freshman class were a parody advocacy prepared, with fellow Salteños, Jewish prostitutes and a large group of students in the class not only studied but will not ostentatiously prevented a concentrate and understand what there raged.
Right or wrong and although I was aware of the parody I decided to continue until the end of the year, and then spend the UBA Law School where he usually works without all the ideological fantasy of Peronism which ultimately serves no purpose except to get some public employees where steal with impunity.
Lo! Always ends meet, and the Mothers and the Church proved to be the same.

Letter to her Majesty

After three month denouncing the violation for my human rights at twitter the 30 august appears in my wall facebook this comments of Her Majesty the Queen Elizabeth and obviously I read.


HM Queen Elizabeth http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sw0Ap5mW_9A&feature=related
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HM Queen Elizabeth ‎'This wonderful woman has kept herself busy and has suffered many insults by those who envy her position in this life, have we ever heard her say a harsh word? she is the figurehead that represents the history of a nation and the relationship between the people of that nation and those that run it, She represents stabi...
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HM Queen Elizabeth Just a quick one to do away with the misconception of the monarchy having no power in the UK, take a look at this and change your opinions! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YzXUP783zuE

Power & Glory of the British Monarchy (1/3)
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HM Queen Elizabeth Should anybody wish to write to HM Queen Elizabeth to pass on your words of support or questions, write to
Her Majesty The Queen
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If you wish to write a formal letter, you can open with 'Madam' and close the letter with the form 'I have the honour to be, Madam, Your Majesty's humble and o...
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HM Queen Elizabeth Anybody have any interesting stories from meeting any royals? Do share!
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After read all her comments and thinking perhaps with my denouncing of HRH Prince Philip as my father with his lover Malena Nelson, I’m involuntary insult Her Majesty. Then I write a letter adress to her to Buckingham Palace London SW1A AA1, the first September of the current year to share with her my desperate situation cause the insensibility of HRH my father as the persecution of the family of my biological mother, as this gangs try to make me sign my renouncing to my rights. How thanks this people I’m homeless I write to Her Majesty the only way to contact me is internet to tommyserra@gmail.com . Unfortunately just today I don’t have any answer, I have the posibility to survive 6 days more, and sincerely I’m very tired after twelve years living without my civil rights. Today I have the security of the alzhaimer of my mother and after I read the english papers I suspected the senility of my father to. Then I don’t have good expectatives without the intervention of Her Majesty.
Here the harassment, psicological, sexual and phisical don’t stop. Yesterday night few meters to a restaurante where I’m invited for his inauguration, an old Host of asylum where I lived last year expecting me at the door to proposed me go to live again to this Hell. There the control of the psychologists is total. Result not more twitter complaints.
All this to explain how tired of live in this conditions I. The only hope is a sig for Her Majesty who I don’t be sure that came.

The Catholic Church

The Catholic Church

La iglesia católica,


Following my confession with Father Garey and mystical experience in the house of the Virgin "Meryem Ana Evi," I became a faithful daily communion, while the pastor of the Church of Pilar never enjoy my sympathy, because fascia voice, making it more serious during his homilies and more suspicious indicator of their sexual identity. Attended to attend mass daily and pray the rosary, there began to detect anomalies such as that at the moment I appeared focused on, an Irish prayer with a child he sat beside me, getting my change of seat automatically, as Agustina Braun Blaquier try to impose their nephews and my sister Agustina Blaquier of Matarazzo tell me “you could enjoy the usufruct, but that capital was even for my grandchildren (those Agustina Braun nephews) that I am marked by a rejection of children in general, they are already beings manipulated by their parents or grandparents and taking advantage of his innocence it can be used to win the heart of some unfortunate lack of affection as me.

He also appeared another pious parishioner who was praying the rosary, with skinny high walking with the same step of the guard at Buckingham Palace, and ended insinuating homosexuality, this disgusting and misleading term to be trying to integrate me into a church in Avellaneda away from the Pilar church, where the whole society Buenos Aires, can saw me in religion fulfill daily, it seems that to run out Blaquier moralistic arguments !They Moralists! and it was better to hide in a suburban parish. This filth was called Battiti

And obviously was under the orders of the corrupt priest. This evil priest and worshiper of the golden calf, in combination with my biological mother and my father then organized another evil. He had to hide the bastard. And especially if it came to Mass, while he was in homosexual orgies or drugs, it was acceptable for society to see. After all this was to rob him, his rights and his own pocket, and the one who could ever have.

The action of the Church was not lonely, my biological mother in collusion with my father get that Carlton Hobbs, London antiques dealer set me up and this made it neatly and carefully. As I was sending pictures of all the auctions,

The order me two paintings on glass (very fragile), the most hideous and badly painted that I saw in my life. During the auction when Sarachaga warned that trying to buy these, quickly believed an “ Michel Ange” authorship, and start to insist a client, perhaps Caraballo, to bid ,the lot was purchase, 6000us dollars exceeded supply that Hobbs had made me, and as this was more than enough for those two clunkers. When I gave him the news of the purchase failed to Sharon, Secretary of Hobbs, it said "Bad ,very bad, That is very bad."

Then a table appeared Bullrich Jansen toillet completely lined in mirrors (very fragile too) was bought by phone, carrier DHL they recommended a certain Villanueva that destroyed the table to hammer. After smashed my mirrors table at the carrier store or the customs office. My relationship with Hobbs became much more complicated, of course blames me, That table had only a decorative value, the objective was to destroy my relationship with Hobbs, with to lead to despair and to request assistance to gangster, Massot, Blaquier & CIA. And thus make me fall into their hands.

As is easy to deduce all this was done with the consent of my Father, that somehow continues to protect the filth of my biological mother and his filthy family.

The desperation came, had three months of hotel without payd and then went to talk to the pastor of the church Pilar had distracted me neatly for four months to see a lawyer sending me this was his acolyte. A nasty Salta, snobbish, pretentious, and Peronist Opus Dei and especially liar, relative for the nephew of the narco husband of agustina Braun Blaquier. This was the one who asked me 4000us dollars to start the trial by the DNA. When I explain the situation in which he was recommended to me committed to an asylum, at first I got into one belonging to the church of Socorro,

What is a hostel for beggars and tramps, all this humiliation after pictures get me like a criminal in the yard of another asylum. In this place my next bed companion make obscene displays during the night, I was physically assaulted, the lawyer for Caritas (Charity organization of the Catholic Church) a snob and gay at the edges, it also made me waste time with lies and delays , ended up being a friend of the Massot (those who stole my home.) In this place I was infected with sputum pneumonia deposited on my pillow, I report all that, to the psychologist is a charlatan like all the psychologists, that when you communicate to the homosexual overtones, the next day was worse

. It was in these circumstances that I committed to an asylum under the Government of the City of Buenos Aires, the Nursing Home San Martín, in that place, I live for almost a year I suffered psychological aggression and physical, from the authorities. The first day I arrived, the psychologist came to tell me that “The Blaquier are aristocrats”. Those I answered that “they are farmers and nothing else” Not only sent the message of his high social status (rich kid of village) but they sent me to a room with a guy who sexually assaulted me and I had to smash his face to blows. Then I decided began to attend the cooking classes of Hebe de Bonafini(the president of Madres de Plaza de Mayo), hoping to approach human rights, those in Argentina, are handled by the Jews and if there is no interest political, not operating in reality are a sham. The first day the recipe was called "militant osobuco" the kitchen was actually an excuse to talk politics, I liked Hebe, I reached take more sympathy, I admired the courage of this woman, who defied all got powers to condemn the murderers of their children !That is a Mother!

I also liked its clarity to denounce the sentimentality and bad taste of the celebrity of Buenos Aires and the whole of society lies in Argentina. It reaches more, considered her the antithesis of the vulgar. And that is much in this country. Because Argentina is “cursi” in every sense of the word. And I am a victim of that concept. My biological mother is and was a “cursi”, like his family, his mother (my biological grandmother) I prefer not to imagine, must have been the "Nec plus ultra" of guarango (coarse). Here I must explain the word “cursi” definition on the dictionary “

adj. And com. Which aims to be elegant or refined without being one, making the ridiculous:
drink with the little finger on top is the most corny-cursi.
What is one who wants to do his best.
The authorities of The National Decorative Art Museum are very, very but very "cursi" it is unforgetable the tasteless how is placed and displayed the furniture. The vicepresident of The Friends Society was the Queen Mother copy get dressed

Istanbul

Istanbul

Arriving to Mikonos the wind was so strong as during all the time that stay there I can’t go to Delos to see the Apollo shrine then I refuge me at Camping Beach Paradise decided to display my tent, I was a back packer traveller. As was the end of the season the site was with very low visitors and finally I rent a bungalow and keep the tent on his packet. The beach was nudist with a not very beauty people. This one had very isolate and you only can go to the village in a buss with a not very regular service then I rent an small motorcycle and with that I recognised all the island but one day going out, inexplicably the handlebars blocked was, and crash against a parked car, hurt me in the knee. All that occurs the day after who I visit a gay bar at central Mikonos.Obviously without motorcycle at end of the season and my knee hurt I expect two days to feel better and return to Athens. Decided go to Istanbul I buy a ticket at central station just a frontier site near the Turkish town of Edirne. If bad don’t remembering was called Pisio or Pisiou. There was the end of the rail then we came down and start to walk to the Turkish side, a pair of US gay young boys start to walk beside to me, obviously we start to speak, one of them was very friendly an don’t stop to speak and show me his tatou up his ass, finaly we arrive to a bridge over a mountain river more or less large, but plentiful of clear water. Arriving to the Turk side we are receip like inportant pople the soldiers stood at attention, after the Migration paperwork we go to an small vilage to take the buss to Istanbul. When we arrived my news friends had revealed as very useful. They was very good informed about the hotel and the neighborhood who live. In few minutes we was installed, they go quickly to the turkish baths but I refused follow them. As we are very near to the market I Make a tour to see the carpets. The quality for the new carpets was extraordinary all this was presented like old carpets with a wise used velvet, one of the carpet sellers, learn me a trick to recognise the completely new carpets, that was take an small thread and burn this, If this became an small ball, it is wool, If she burn with blue yellow flame it is plastic. With the carpets dealers you can’t have any problem to understand them they speak every. But quickly I was informed where was the best places to see to most beautiful. Then I start walk the Mosques and museums. How I was accustomed to carpets of the Buenos Aires Market where all the carpets was guaranteed be buyed 20 or 30 years ago in the worst case, look carpet in is origin place was a big challenge but only in two opportunities I was duped.


.I know is difficult to believed, but some times I’m a lucky man! The bienal of Istambul was developing during these days, then I can see the cistern of Hagia Sofia with proyected animations of Pakemon over her walls watching through the magnificent columns in the most of the cases stolen to others temples of the antique world. Remembering two, completely sculpted like vegetal trees or the two plinth sculpted with Medusa’s face one fall to the left(the roman western empire) and the other standing(the roman empire of orient). I don't see all the manifestations of the Bienal, only some modern art interventions at Hagia Irene who was making an magnificent contrast with this old frame. My visit to Hagia Sofia was unforgetable I go to see this monument each day with an unstoppable atraction, atraction to see, read, know, touch, every stone every bronze, at the moment I’m ignoring my identitie despite a sugesting company who follow me during my travel to Mikonos for a sail boat with an english flag, but I ‘m don't believed that follow me. For these days the pair of gay boys sugested me go to visit Efeso the old capital for the greec world in Asia. Arriving to Selçuk I take an cheap hotel, and the follow day I go to visit the Artemisa Temple and the Saint John basilic, for entry to this place you must passing through the persecution door. In this place I offer to God, if I can safe my soul I accepted the persecution. Some times you must believed or blast, to day have 12 years persecuted by the Blaquier stepsisters and the argentinan society but the real problem was, now I dont believed in other life, then the most probably my soul go to death with me.







.This shameless Duke quickly try to capitalized the christian learning about the aceptation of the pain of our fate and the forgiveness, in his hypocritical conception for the life of others(his son life included) the piety only keep place for himself or his beauty lover. During all the 66 years of my wretch life(without love, money or friendly advices, submerged on the homosexuality or the drugs) my mother the pharmacist’s daughter go the most of the years to Windsor to follow the Polo Championships(see her declarations to Kelley http://www.humano.ya.com/reales/malena/malena.htm ). All that with the complicity of the Duke and the English-Argentinean establishment

From my turn to religion, my father decided to take the circumstances and I prepare a punch line with the house of the Virgin Mary in SelÇuc. On the second day I went to see the ruins of Ephesus on the road found a French couple who quickly told me about this Virgin Mary place. My choice was quickly and in minutes was up the hill of the Nightingale, during the road several execed friendly dogs came to greet me with graceful bow, accompanying a stretch of road. I was still recovering from the blow suffered in my knee but the pain had miraculously disappeared. Once at the site talk to a nun to see the possibility of confession and communion, as to several days that no one stepped Catholic Church. Then arrange for the following day to 6am. In the middle of the crowd of worshipers who visited the place remarque a Cocker Spaniel puppy of fine race, but neither will call me any case. Returning to SelÇuc I went immediately to hire a taxi to take me to the sanctuary at 5:30 am.

. The taxi came to pick on time and arrived at the site within a few minutes, it was still dark, I sat on a parapet overlooking a ravine and began to pray the rosary. It was the moment of dawn when the night lights just before sunrise, I must stress here that the clean air and the brightness of the sky in the eastern Mediterranean is matchless. I was ecstatic, it was at that time that the puppy Cocker Spaniel approached me and gently biting my hand in my left pocket where was clutching a rosary, it was as if I woke up, the dog began to tug trying to take me to the chapel where a priest to confess expected. Needless to say, what amazes me the situation but as I was in the house of the Virgin Mary to take it as something that could be consistent with the holiness of the place. He confessed, hear Mass and receive communion, then I went to breakfast in the coffe shop of the place where the puppy came with me and breakfast too.Today, after twelve years of persecution and cognitive behavioral therapies, and countless performances by trained dogs, I have no doubt that all this had been despite our primary mystical illusion, was carefully assembled by my dad. I remember one of the arguments that arose in the analysis was: Who is going to take the job of trained dogs bring to this remote place, to make me believe in the truth revealed. The case was to swallow the hock and believed. After several more visits to the shrine, I went to finally see the ruins of Ephesus. Those who saw it as spoils of human futility without greater importance. In this state the spirit I moved to the island of Rhodes, where I spent several days waiting for a ship to take me to Haifa, it was swift enough to exasperate and to discover that when I get angry I can speak Italian fluently, suddenly exclaim ” ma e tanto difficile fare un biglietto per andare a Haifa “ to the Venetian ticket seller maritime agency. Take the wait through all the interesting places in the city, I especially remember one afternoon after a short rain went out to walk, was at that moment that I saw in all its splendor the countless mosaics on the streets, the moisture potential colors, sunny weather that are barely visible. Impressive is the strength of the Knights of Malta in its interior saved mosaics stolen and taken by Mussolini from the adjacent islands. Finally the boat arrived and I boarded to go to Haifa to Jerusalem.

That must be read between the entry os 6 and 11 August...How Agustina blaquier proposed me sold the carriages collection where my father put his ass.

After the table history I coming back to “La Barra House” to continue to paint puting all my strongest will to stop with the drugs, But the fucking Arias don’t stopping to call me by phone ad mid night to wake me, perhaps with the intention to push me to the drug again, just to one day who furious take the car go to his house and I knock his face as he never call again. But if Arias was go out the son of the wife of my neighbor, his replacement was, this one was a 23 years old young drug addict, who start rest to sleep at my house in friendship ambiguous, his mother was in sexual relationship with Nene Danuzzo the partner of the suicides son of the Baroness. How the summer started he came with his girlfriend and his small daughter, obviously to make a familial frontage as the moral level for my neighbors was far to the standar familial summer tourist like the others tree near houses, at this neighbourhood everybody had a corpse hidden at his closet. At the middle of December junior Ayerza accompanied by Silvita Greeen landed at a small house 200meters near my house obviously with drugs. One of this nights was the last phone call for Arias, this one make me a police denounce about I'm knock him, Junior Ayerza take his defence, and I kick off him for my house. Silvita stay with me gave me reason. The fight with Junior was a problem as I trade with him and Hobbs about a pair of commodes of his family. Finally the business was finish to the of summer end when the traitor Massot had removed me to my House. That was a beautiful conspiracy for this illegal partnership between my biological Family and all this gangs of criminals. But Argentina is a criminal’s country, anybody go to jail. Only the enemies of the current turn government. If you are a son of a disappear left wing, quickly you can have human rights obtain you the ADN test, but if are the son of HRH Duke of Edinburgh, you didn't have any hope. I go to dedicate a chapter to this topic. In February I coming back to Buenos Aires as Alejandro Massot Asked me to go to anonymous narcotics at the two first days I discover there the gay architected Fabian Fabri the friend for the Frias Ayerza sisters who offer me drugs again Then I decided coming back to Punta to present me on a Maldonado tribunal cause the mounted accident. There was evident all was a lie, don’t existed denounce all this was a conspiracy to make me gave the shares of my House to this fucking traitor, the price of his treason was his big ass elder son was invited to play polo at “La Conception” The Blaquier Family is maids and lackey family but Massot was more inferior too. More or less the summer come to the end and my self feel boring for the drugs and the unrestricted sex performance. In my psychological routine the homosexual sex was only ephemeral gratification like a candy, never a sentimental solution of my lack of affection. But during this period start to make me some questions. This entire row was unnecessary if not a hidden power back managing Then I start to try knowing who the hidden power is. Remembering when I go to London with the two Pineapples spoon holders Hobbs invited me to the Opera for "Cosi fan Tutte" if that was a message of my father, he deserve only one answer Shameless!
March finished we return to Buenos Aires to try to start to work again. Agustina appears to proposing me go to see the carriages collection for my biological mother where the Duke of Edinburgh was sit, the idea was sold every . When I arrived I must speak my disgusting stepsister Agustina an her paedophile husband (He abused her two daughters during they was teenagers) an Brazilian man named Billy Matarazzo (My English corrector proposed me two options, Motorize or Paparazzo) this new rich was son for an ordinary Brazilian tasteless woman who one day make me go to her house to make some estimates of her furniture, the house was very bad placed over a full transited avenue, entry with the car to the house gate was more dangerous as jump on trapeze in a circus. She makes go only to know me. Making me lose my time as nothing was for sale and nothing was O.K. for sale too. But that is a current routine for the South American society. Not respect for the rights or feelings for the others. The same atmosphere was a la “Concepcion” coming for nothing, my stepsister Agustina tell me, we want sold the carriages collection and we want too, you managing the sale. We had speak with Sarachaga, that is decided, then make your business ask for your commission, I don’t want be informed for nothing about, she say. My answer was. If you had speaking yet with this people you don’t need me, I don’t have anything to do there. She insists no you must speak with the fat Sarachaga. After that she show me the farm, explained me they are 6000hectares every is in order, taking time to tell me you can understand, you can have the usufruct but the capital is for my grandchildren. After that I was coming back to Buenos Aires.
One day after I go speak with this lout, who tells me. Here the experts for the eighteen century furniture are my porters. My answer was There correspond with your catalogue descriptions. And send him fuck off. During these proceedings I see my biological mother two times speaking absolutely nothing .But how she was with Alzheimer I find that normally. At this moment I decided not continue with this relationship and don’t speak more about this business with the quoted Sarachaga.
How my apartment for Buenos Aires was sold the last year to pay the house of “La Barra” who I arrived to pay the half price. I must rent a flat, for coincidence the day that I start to search my glasses were scratched and could not read, then the “Loyal Luciano” search for me and we find Avenida Alvear 1881 1ª B, two rooms, to low to jump for the balcony, and to near the street to sleep the night, the traitor Massot the same who stolen my house signed the guaranty for the contract, the owner of the flat was Jew

Athens

Athens
After my good confesión I put my will target on the recuperation of my self control. Remembering one day after the comunion I trying light a cigarette I feel so disgusting as I stoped smoke for ever. If was a miracle or the cognitive conductual therapy, at this moment don’t be able to discern was had the real cause for this success. But my principal weakness it is believing at as I act, with the result to crash my face to a wall, like as passing with other priest for the same church, a coward named Romulo Puiggary, years after. But the fact was at the moment my spiritual recovery go ahead. A young couple of friends, Aina and Kiko Sainz de Vicuña invited me to his house to hear an former priest married to a Jew wife his talk about the Bible. I don't have any dubs of the good intentions of this friends, they was the people who invited me for all Christmas after the failling wedding with Carole, sharing his three sons family with me during this intimate celebration. Then I accepted in good grade heard this renegade priest point of view. The problem was this man was asshole trying sold a new faith and at the third seance, reading an small Hebrew book, he translate this sentence "We can do All" Quickly I asked him "Bet you pardon? I'm in a drug recovery and you proposed me, allow me do all" are you sure your translation it is correct?
Nine /eleven arrive, and this day we had a talk seance, when I arrived he tell me ..Shalom! the account is settled!. With that this asshole has can confused me more. At this moment I decided go to Israel and see in situ what was the problem, as obviously Israel was involved, active or passive, but involved and now this concerned the entirely humanity.
The day after I buy a flight ticket Buenos Aires, Athens, Jerusalem, Buenos Aires. I return to his owner my apartment, sold a chandelier to Jew dealer for a low price, and I call a miserable called Bausili to touch 1500us dollars who this bastard must paid me as my stake on a painting by Chabas(after I was informed this was sold at more high price) He tell me the next wenesday mornig I paid you, then I agree to pay my last bills of the apartmment and gave back the keys. This wenesday morning I reach him by phone and he answered me, "To day I can't paid you as don't go down town" That put me furious and tell him "You take a compromise for to day, and that cause I take myself a compromise who now I can't honoured" "sincerely you didn't respect a gentleman agreement" and cut the line. As was completely outraged for this treatment, go outh to walk with the sincerely wish to knock his face if have the luck to find him. Ten or eleven blocs far my house, at Libertador Avenue down Brithish Embassy in the front sidewalk I see this man(All that was happens 20minutes after the phone call) cross the avenue and taking him for his back, I tell him "Faquet" was his name," If need more than me the money you can keep" Then he became bloddy furious screaming "I DON'T NEED THIS MONEY " "Look this building, back the embassy the floor five is mine" obviously was poor spirit man. Looking his eyes say him "Then paid me now"
Money ordered, I take my flight 9pm landed the following day at Athens. How don't speak Greek I must speak English who was enourmously worst like now but with gestes and some french words I arrived to explain taxi driver bring me near the Acropolis Hotel, That was completely unnecesary but down the Acropolis was placed the tourist center of the town with hundred hotels cheap prices. All my life wished see the Greek ancient art. Then a little asking and walking with my good nose detecting the arqueological sites in two days I has had a good orientation. The first visit was the following day the Partenon of course. How I was read years ago"Forward an Architecture" by Le Corbusier I find quickly the exactly point of view to see the Monument, where the horizont line reach the first step of the grades basament. Here the magnificent lines game and the capricious mountains line put the temple on the space through a metaphysical geometry.
Obviously the contact with the ancient art was balsam for my spirit as confused was my brain with all the troubles generated at the last year in Argentina. Again living at the great proportions for the magnificents old civilizations put my mind to search answers about the modern like the confronting exhibition at the Goulandris collection between Ciclades sculptures and the Modigliani Cariatides or the Brancusi works. Each day go to hear the Mass to San Dionisio Aeropaguita, coming back of I find on the middle of sidewalk wrapped like Baby a head grey hair 50 or 60 years old without arms and legs, he was more little that normal, to approach him and he look me, perhaps afraid completely undefended, completely shocked I couldn't say a word; only put a coin of hundred dracmas beside him. I have his face, fire mark in my memory. More or less I understand can be a message ! A terrible message... No hope ! But a this time all my hope was in God, believing in the existence of a good God like the Christian learning and praying for him continue my way.
Days after I go to the Pireo Harbour, there buy a ferry ticket to Mikonos as was the only island identified by my deplorable Greece Geography and the Egean Sea.

The Luciano trap and my confession with Priest Juan Francisco Garey

After the table history I coming back to “La Barra House” to continue to paint putting all my strongest will to stop with the drugs, But the fucking Arias don’t stopping to call me by phone ad mid night to wake me, perhaps with the intention to push me to the drug again, just to one day who furious take the car go to his house and I knock his face as he never call again. But if Arias was go out the son of the wife of my neighbor, his replacement was, this one was a 23 years old young drug addict, who start rest to sleep at my house in friendship ambiguous, his mother was in sexual relationship with Nene Danuzzo the partner of the suicides son of the Baroness. How the summer started he came with his girlfriend and his small daughter, obviously to make a familial frontage as the moral level for my neighbors was far to the standard familial summer tourist like the others tree near houses, at this neighborhood everybody had a corpse hidden at his closet. At the middle of December junior Ayerza accompanied by Silvita Greeen landed at a small house 200meters near my house obviously with drugs. One of this nights was the last phone call for Arias, this one make me a police denounce about I'm knock him, Junior Ayerza take his defense, and I kick off him for my house. Silvita stay with me gave me reason. The fight with Junior was a problem as I trade with him and Hobbs about a pair of commodes of his family. Finally the business was finish to the of summer end when the traitor Massot had removed me to my House. That was a beautiful conspiracy for this illegal partnership between my biological Family and all this gangs of criminals. But Argentina is a criminal’s country, anybody go to jail. Only the enemies of the current turn government. If you are a son of a disappear left wing, quickly you can have human rights obtain you the ADN test, but if are the son of HRH Duke of Edinburgh, you didn't have any hope. I go to dedicate a chapter to this topic. In February I coming back to Buenos Aires as Alejandro Massot Asked me to go to anonymous narcotics at the two first days I discover there the gay architected Fabian Fabri the friend for the Frias Ayerza sisters who offer me drugs again Then I decided coming back to Punta to present me on a Maldonado tribunal cause the mounted accident. There was evident all was a lie, don’t existed denounce all this was a conspiracy to make me gave the shares of my House to this fucking traitor, the price of his treason was his big ass elder son was invited to play polo at “La Conception” The Blaquier Family is maids and lackey family but Massot was more inferior too. More or less the summer come to the end and my self feel boring for the drugs and the unrestricted sex performance. In my psychological routine the homosexual sex was only ephemeral gratification like a candy, never a sentimental solution of my lack of affection. But during this period start to make me some questions. This entire row was unnecessary if not a hidden power back managing Then I start to try knowing who the hidden power is. Remembering when I go to London with the two Pineapples spoon holders Hobbs invited me to the Opera for "Cosi fan Tutte" if that was a message of my father, he deserve only one answer Shameless!
March finished we return to Buenos Aires to try to start to work again. Agustina appears to proposing me go to see the carriages collection for my biological mother where the Duke of Edinburgh was sit, the idea was sold every . When I arrived I must speak my disgusting stepsister Agustina an her pedophile husband (He abused her two daughters during they was teenagers) an Brazilian man named Billy Matarazzo (My English corrector proposed me two options, Motorize or Paparazzo) this new rich was son for an ordinary Brazilian tasteless woman who one day make me go to her house to make some estimates of her furniture, the house was very bad placed over a full transited avenue, entry with the car to the house gate was more dangerous as jump on trapeze in a circus. She makes go only to know me. Making me lose my time as nothing was for sale and nothing was O.K. for sale too. But that is a current routine for the South American society. Not respect for the rights or feelings for the others. The same atmosphere was a la “Concepcion” coming for nothing, my stepsister Agustina tell me, we want sold the carriages collection and we want too, you managing the sale. We had speak with Sarachaga, that is decided, then make your business ask for your commission, I don’t want be informed for nothing about, she say. My answer was. If you had speaking yet with this people you don’t need me, I don’t have anything to do there. She insists no you must speak with the fat Sarachaga. After that she show me the farm, explained me they are 6000hectares every is in order, taking time to tell me you can understand, you can have the usufruct but the capital is for my grandchildren. After that I was coming back to Buenos Aires.
One day after I go speak with this lout, who tells me. Here the experts for the eighteen century furniture are my porters. My answer was There correspond with your catalogue descriptions. And send him fuck off. During these proceedings I see my biological mother two times speaking absolutely nothing .But how she was with Alzheimer I find that normally. At this moment I decided not continue with this relationship and don’t speak more about this business with the quoted Sarachaga.
How my apartment for Buenos Aires was sold the last year to pay the house of “La Barra” who I arrived to pay the half price. I must rent a flat, for coincidence the day that I start to search my glasses were scratched and could not read, then the “Loyal Luciano” search for me and we find Avenida Alvear 1881 1ª B, two rooms, to low to jump for the balcony, and to near the street to sleep the night, the traitor Massot the same who stolen my house signed the guaranty for the contract, the owner of the flat was Jew. Here I most explain, during all the time as Agustina was beside to me she try to make work for her Jew friends, a woman called Jabe I go two times to her house , one in Buenos Aires an the other in Punta del Este, She never speak me about to make any work. Perhaps she expected I go to ask for work for her. How that it is not my routine. I ever wait for a formal proposition of work. Never make anything for this Lady. When I arrived to Buenos Aires many people suggest me work for the disgusting Lily Gelberguer Beer, I don’t can put the idea in my brain work again for this kind of miserable people. Obviously a deal was made between Lily, Sarachaga, and others antiques dealer like Borstein the cheapest or a pair of very covered gay couple(that deceived anybody) who combing her mother at the shop a shop with the most Grandmother tasteless how you can imagine. Then I understand my Calvary was started, and worst they had planning married me with a retarded monster, bad smell, ugly, and walking like if she was learning in a farmyard, but that was not all they will compelled me to live in this disgusting country compel drink “Mate” and be friend with the entirely bad honest national being but here in Argentina the honest people don't exist on the best cases they are accomplices with is silent.. They want to make me love Argentina and that is impossible. I don’t love the people for this country I’m 66 years old I don’t think that can change. My stepsisters are hookers then they think like a hooker; all is O.K. if the money is O.K. Despite all the humiliations I try to keep stand my dignity? My father don’t gave me any dignity then this is my business I’m flexible but just an point, after that you must kill me. Luciano was my caretaker with the screen we are friends, he was drug addict like his mother ands all his friends one of them was named Yamaini Vianini Nelson other bastard more for this sinister family he was a caretaker too but more discrete that Luciano. This one an early morning appears combing like a woman, as he had a very ugly male face the result was pathetic, he start to be very friendly. I highlight the lights on his room was unusual strongly, he say go to sleep now and go to his bed minutes after I go to the kitchen obliged way passing for his room and I see him playing as sleeping completely naked moving his ass like a sexualised rate. At this time I'm not aware who is my father but I sensed that is a trap, that can be filmed. Then like a paternal friend I cover his ass with savannah telling him, “Be care dear don't put your ass like that, it is the best way to became gay in only one lesson.” And time after somebody tell me a history about a blackmail making to a rich father of a gay who a young shameless like Luciano accused him to be perverted by him.. If that was real or not I don't know. But the scenario was perfect.
With this panorama at home I start to go to the church, the next church “El Pilar”, there fall to good Priest “Juan Francisco Garey” a young priest decent completely heterosexual and with heterosexual mind, I confessed with him and for first time in my life somebody took pity on my misfortune he tell me “How many people can be saved with your pain” obviously compared the suffers of Christ for saving the humanity. I'm not Christ then I'm can not save the humanity but I can save my life myself. Then I stopped with the homosexuality and the drugs (In others opportunities speaking about homosexuality with psychologies they suggest be happy. The problem was MY ASS IS MINE) and the only one to understand this was a priest Male. This one show me this like an humiliation, a lose the attributes as I’m born, but after my born I’m perfectly male conformed. Then decided take myself the rudder and don’t accepted any humiliation more, no drugs not homosexuality. That was no an easy way, but at any fall I’m wake up quickly taking my self control again. The most important is the different point of view for this two weakness, look these as weakness and evaluated all the danger as they involved. my actual situation was a consequence of don't stop this two evils allowed disgusting people take control for my fate. My father like Poncio Pilatos washing hands.