Nowhere Safe: My Life Under Surveillance
Hello everyone,
I’ve never written anything before, but I’m in a desperate situation right now because I can’t find any justice in this country. I’ve started writing my life stories because that is the only way to express myself when untold truths are finally told.
The authorities, which are the British secret police or British secret service they don’t leave me any other choice but to speak publicly about my real stories, which are happening in Britain, which claims that this country is democratic and prosperous. Still, in real life, in my situation, that is not the case.
Secret agents chasing me on the street everywear I go, they are always behind me and spray some odourless gases at me, which makes me dizzy. My heart started beating fast, and my blood pressure went very high to 200-220.
They even teach my work colleagues how to use these poisonous gases against me, and now they spray these gases at me.
Novear is safe for me anymore; they track down all my movements, and everywhere I go, these agents are waiting for me with poisonous gases.
They try to kill me quietly and silently with a heart attack or stroke.
I’ve been in this situation for quite a while now, but the last few months they have become much more ruthless, vicious and aggressive. I don’t know how long I have left to live before they are going to kill me.
I’m a very ordinary guy, nothing special about me, working 8 to 5 Monday to Friday. Lived in Britain for 25 years, never had any problems with the Police or Authorities, never been arrested. I don’t have a criminal record. I’m not a young guy either. I’m 58 years old.
Despite all that, the Police and the Secret Service decided that I was a very dangerous criminal and a threat to society, and they decided to eliminate me.
They artificially created in their secret files a very dangerous criminal out of me just to justify their criminal activities against me. To claim more taxpayers’ money from the government and to keep their budget inflated.
They are looking for soft targets like me, or that was a case of mistaken identity. Everything began about two years ago when I started working as a contractor for TFL at the Acton depot.
I was working on the day shift, which started at 6 am. I was living in my flat around 5:20 am, when the street was tranquil, with no cars driving. I noticed one car always following me all the way to work. The same thing happened on the way back home. When I finished work, a different vehicle was following me to my flat. I became very suspicious and very nervous about that.
Then I noticed that my work colleagues, who had been very friendly with me, started avoiding me; they tried not to talk to me, which I found a bit weird. What’s wrong with these people? They have been very friendly recently, and now they don’t want to talk to me. Then I realised there were false rumours against me on the workshop floor.
Then the new guy started working on the workshop. His name was Desmond, an English guy, but he was living in Tiland, probably doing some spy activities. The Secret Service brought that man for me.
He started to become friends with me. He said he had a girlfriend from my country and started talking about it, pretending to know a lot, but it was all made-up stories. He was lying to me, and he was a hitman.
Every time he was close to me or talking to me, I became unwell. I was very dizzy, my eyes were very blurry, I couldn’t see properly, and I was exhausted. I couldn’t do my job correctly, which I had been doing every day, and I was very good at it.
It was very clear that he was spraying some chemical substance on me, which was making me ill.
I started to become distant from him, but he was trying to sneak behind me all the time and spray some gases at me. Then I said not to stand behind me because you have something that you are spraying at me, and I became ill. He became very agitated, complained to the manager, and I received a verbal warning.
When the Secret Service saw that one man couldn’t do the proper damage to me, they brought four more hitmen on the workshop floor, plus they recruited my former colleagues, and they started chasing me like a hunted animal. It was impossible to hide from them; they were always at my back wherever I went on the workshop floor, canteen, or toilet. One of them was standing waiting for me in the corner and spraying gases at me.
All the time they spray these poisonous gases at me, I become very dizzy, tired, confused, couldn’t see properly, and I couldn’t do my job correctly, which I was doing perfectly before, and I was one of the good workers in the company.
These criminal activities against me have become a daily routine. All four hitmen were every day on the workshop floor, talking among themselves and discussing plans on how to spray gases at me.
These gases were different every day. Some days I was exhausted, some days I was very confused, and I didn’t know what job I was doing, and some days I was forgetting things, forgetting where I was putting them, forgetting to fill out paperwork, and so on.
My life became unbearable. I was very ill every day, couldn’t concentrate for my work, which I was doing perfectly fine before. I started making a few mistakes. Colleagues began questioning my ability to work and asking me if I was ok or if I was ill.
I couldn’t bear any more of these people’s criminal activities against me, and I decided to quit the job and go to a different place far away from these criminal gangs, but I was very naive. In a different place, there was a different gang standing by waiting for me to arrive at my new job.
This true story will continue every other Friday.
