English: Casablanca Twin Center (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
English: Erg Chebbi, Morocco, Africa. Français : Erg Chebbi, Maroc. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
- English: Common geographical regions of Latin America Español: Regiones geográficas típicas de América Latina (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
With the move to my new apartment, I gained new perps. To the right of me is a woman who is from Morocco. She is an alien and doesn’t have American citizenship. And to my left is a man from a Latin American country. The man to my left doesn’t speak English and is extremely strange. And I mean strange.
The woman came into my apartment one day when I had my door open. She just walked into my bedroom where I was. She was being nosey. She was interested in seeing where I slept, so she could zap me at night.
I remained very calm when she walked into my bedroom, and I calmly asked her a few questions. I already knew she was a perp. Anyone they put next to you is always a perp. And if they’re not perps, they’ll make them perps.
I have to say something in defense of the woman from Morocco. One day I was about to go out and overheard her conversation. She was on the phone and she was asking the person on the phone why did she have to do what she is doing. She was telling him she didn’t want to do it.
I think she’s been told lies. Lies that she’ll be deported if she doesn’t join the gang stalking, or that if she does what she’s told, it’ll be easier for her to become a citizen. I don’t think either thing will happen. But if anything, she’ll probably be deported for committing a crime. They’ll use what’s she doing now against her. That’s the way they work. The government screws everybody.
There is a perp underneath me, but I’ve never seen her/him. And a lot of times, I hear footsteps on the roof. I can hear someone stomping his foot. But it could be footsteps that sound like they’re coming from the roof, but are really from next door.
And, of course, there is the ubiquitous maintenance man. Wherever I’ve moved, he’s always been the one that leads the pack. He’s the one who always breaks into the apartment, takes things apart, adds latex paint to the walls, lets others into my apartment, makes holes in the wall, messes with refrigerator, etc. No one ever suspects a maintenance man, because when someone sees him enter an apartment, they think he must be fixing something in it.
So this apartment is no better than my last one. I’m still harassed as much as before. There’s one difference, though. I’ve changed my reaction to the perps. In my old apartment, I was always confronting them. But since I’ve been in my new apartment, I’ve forced myself to keep my mouth shut. I’ve done a good job of just staying away from all the perps. They’re always blowing their car horns, stomping their feet in front of my door, have dogs barking at my door, come by my door and make a lot of noise, leave garbage, etc. I hear them, but force myself to get busy doing something so I forget they’re out there. And it’s working. I haven’t argued with any of them. Good for me! And good for you if you can do the same.
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