BRIDGE ACROSS THE TIME
The Smoldering Lovers
Hatha Yoga for a Quiet Painless Old Age
Le Feu du Karma
Le sortilège d'amour
Au Volonté du Temps
Be It So First Series
FOOTBRIDGE TO SUNSET: Tenth Edition
The Fire of Karma
LOVE SPELL
When the Providence Allows
THE OTHER FACE OF DESTINY: A NOVEL
The Station of Three Lines: A Novel
"Because my mother had a fever several times, Cami, the caregiver, called for the ambulance, they took her to the county hospital, and we could only find out about her through the phone calls Mary, my sister, gave there to find out if she was OK. I told my uncle on the phone that this crazy caregiver was wrong, that she shouldn't have her be hospitalized. Apparently, the doctor on duty did a test to her, which, of course, was positive, to increase the number of those officially reported with this virus, and while Mary, my sister, reassured me that the doctor told her that the patient was fine. and in a few days she is discharged, cos the doctors show “professional conscience,” it cannot be otherwise - on the third day of hospitalisation my sis was informed that mother had died. We were told that if we didn 't take her in seventy - two hours, the body would be burned. So Cami and I, pushed by Mary's phone, had to run to the County Hospital, to the civil status office, to the funeral home and where not, in one day, half of it being lost, because those corpse mongers at the morgue didn't want to release her discharge certificate, on the grounds that the caregiver was not a relative, while I was waiting outside the hospital, so that no masked grave-digger doctor would stick to me and make me take the test myself. Mary had to send a copy of her ID card for those there to get moving. But being positively labeled, although no one called the caregiver to be quarantined for two weeks, the poor mother was packed in two or three plastic bags, bare skin and the coffin, sealed, was brought to the grave by four masked jumbos, cos this is the protocol during the pandemic, may the pandemic be in their throats; the mortals do not realize that the persecution of reducing their number on the whole globe has begun." (From "Footbridge to Sunset" by Oma)
Hatha Yoga for a Quiet Painless Old Age
Le Feu du KarmaLe sortilège d'amour
Au Volonté du Temps
Be It So First Series
FOOTBRIDGE TO SUNSET: Tenth Edition
The Fire of Karma
LOVE SPELL
When the Providence Allows
THE OTHER FACE OF DESTINY: A NOVEL
The Station of Three Lines: A Novel
"Because my mother had a fever several times, Cami, the caregiver, called for the ambulance, they took her to the county hospital, and we could only find out about her through the phone calls Mary, my sister, gave there to find out if she was OK. I told my uncle on the phone that this crazy caregiver was wrong, that she shouldn't have her be hospitalized. Apparently, the doctor on duty did a test to her, which, of course, was positive, to increase the number of those officially reported with this virus, and while Mary, my sister, reassured me that the doctor told her that the patient was fine. and in a few days she is discharged, cos the doctors show “professional conscience,” it cannot be otherwise - on the third day of hospitalisation my sis was informed that mother had died. We were told that if we didn 't take her in seventy - two hours, the body would be burned. So Cami and I, pushed by Mary's phone, had to run to the County Hospital, to the civil status office, to the funeral home and where not, in one day, half of it being lost, because those corpse mongers at the morgue didn't want to release her discharge certificate, on the grounds that the caregiver was not a relative, while I was waiting outside the hospital, so that no masked grave-digger doctor would stick to me and make me take the test myself. Mary had to send a copy of her ID card for those there to get moving. But being positively labeled, although no one called the caregiver to be quarantined for two weeks, the poor mother was packed in two or three plastic bags, bare skin and the coffin, sealed, was brought to the grave by four masked jumbos, cos this is the protocol during the pandemic, may the pandemic be in their throats; the mortals do not realize that the persecution of reducing their number on the whole globe has begun." (From "Footbridge to Sunset" by Oma)
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I was at the Supermarket from the former Danube store, in our town Braila, Romania, I put in my bag some cans of peas, lentils, chickpeas and something from dairy, after I paid them, of course, and when I left, the porter, the one who tried to explain to me some time ago that the thermal scan is as normal as possible and has no negative effect on humans, whatsoever, told me briefly:"Show me the receipt ..."
"I can't, because I have it in my backpack ... I paid right under your nose ..."
"What, do you think I'm watching whosoever pays?... Give me your backpack and scan here ..."
"Well, man, are you crazy? I just put it on my back ..."
"I don 't care ... Come on, I don' t have time ..."
If I were smart enough, I could have asked to speak to the store manager or invite him to look at the surveillance cameras, but as I had indignation in my throat, I didn't think about it at the moment.
After I went through the scan, the cowboy from Gheboaia gave me my backpack, without opening it:
"I wanted to see something ..."
"You fool!" I couldn't help myself, squinting to put my backpack back on. You say not to swear him!" I gritted my teeth. But I remembered the joke that Ina, my lady friend sent me on Whatsapp and I smiled: A drunk stumbles on the church stairs and says: "Fuck the mother's ladder ..." The priest, inside, who was giving a speech to the believers hears him and bursts out: “Beloved believers, look at him how he swears. Don't you feel to fucking blow a incensory to his head ?! ”
The same thing happened to me at the German supermarket in the Viziru neighbourhood, Braila, Romania. A quarelsome cashier woman wanted no more, no less less than to look in my backpack.
"Only when I got here did I take off my backpack ..." I protested.
"No, if you don't show me, I'll call the guard."
"But what are the cameras for?" I shouted. "Smile at them? You just made me a thief..."
""No, that 's the rules ..." she replied.
A fool from Security control also noticed:
"If you don't want to show us, it means you took something and in that case we'll call the police ..."
In the meantime, a male came and joined them, that I had to open my backpack.
I told them in vain that the backpack was actually my bag in which I kept my cards.
"No," they said in chorus, "you had to leave your backpack in the wardrobe and take only your wallet with the cards ..."
I had nothing to do to stop them talking and I showed them my backpack, muttering:
"Shame on you..."
After a few steps, however, I turned to the security control:
"I want to talk to the store manager ..."
"Yes, I am," said the male who had joined the two belladonnas. "But welcome to the office ..." he told me.
"Sir," I started, red with nerves, "I've been a client here for years, how can you make me a thief? Why do you have surveillance cameras?"
"But that's the rules ..." he repeated.
"You shouldn't be the boss here ... If I were the boss, I'd fire you ... You don't even deserve a "good morning ..."" I said coming out the door, red like a beet. (From "Footbridge to sunset" by Oma)
"But I didn't see it the same way here in front of the store at the bus station?" She told me. "A young high school student, I don't think he was older, he was thin, with a lot of common sense, got off the bus and he didn't have a mask ... The policeman and the police woman camped like wolves on the prey, they immobilized him, they asked for his bulletin and they also fined him ... It was clear he was poor and five hundred lei counted for him... Of course, he didn't pay at the moment... They also camped on those without defense, but they never get on the bus, because people jump on them ... The pretzel seller, next to me, even said to them: “You were still so zealous if instead of this child there was a wide one in the back? ” They immediately disappeared ..."
"Bill has arranged for us: the virus is us and they are preparing the most effective weapon against overpopulation on the planet, the vaccine, in which they seem to put all the poisons to annihilate us. If you die, it is your body that didn't withstand the viral attack. I don't know how long this crap will last, but the economies of the countries, globally, are collapsing, unemployment is gaining alarming proportions, even in France, as my sister told the caretaker of my mother, the elderly and the sick children with tumors are no longer cared for in state hospitals, but are left in the care of relatives, to do what they want with them ... It is clear that if we do not accept to be vaccinated, our macaroni is cut from the facilities we have enjoyed so far, such as traveling abroad... Great wonder if we still have access to supermarkets. For better or for worse, we are now sneaking in with the thermal scan, because we don't want to, if we quarrel with the gateman, and out of pity, he lets us in, because anyway, he's not specially put there to take our temperature, he is not even entitled to but if we don't have the passport that we made the vaccine, we won't have the source of food and money, what remains to be done ?! Anyway, if we get vaccinated and they put these different strains of viruses in us, even if we don't kick the buket then, it won't be just a vaccine, but it will flow with vaccines, until we swallow the quince .... One day, I heard a doctor on Digi speaking about those with motor deficiencies ... Retirees and the disabled hang heavily on state budgets, but in our country, Romania, the biggest expenses are the special pensions of politicians, who seem to be at the forefront of the country to sweep us out of existence ... It's good that England has left the European Union, cos otherwise it would have had to align itself with the dispositions of the world's elites ... Not that there would be no darkness there, but you are not told on the face that you are stupid like here ..." (From "Footbridge to Sunset" by Oma)