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          Dangerous complaint

I dreamed of God's plan on canvas. I am lucky enough to know these things and I want to exploit them. It is good for every nation. Destiny exists and if you know it you can interfere in it, that's precisely why it exists, because you can intervene, if everything wasn't already written there was no way to travel in time. In fact, time travel is possible because destiny 1.2.3.4 exists, where we choose our own, interfering, but there is another, the new dimension, the fifth in which only God and the luck of the choice of the stars can interfere and not man. 

For years I was convinced that regional politics had interfered with military events. What puzzled me was the fact that Dr. Plo was called to court and that I was called by a lawyer, then there was silence for years. Oh sure, there was a complaint, it's normal, they called us all to court, all those involved, then silence and I thought the judge closed the case without even starting the investigation. In my opinion it was better if they would have called all three of us together and just asked questions without a trial, the lieutenant, the doctor and I would have clarified without doing any investigations or trials. They were wrong, da Good, because they called first one and then the other, instead all three of us should have been together with our faces open, closed. The judge had to ask: ''why do you always check in and say you're sick? Show me your head if what you say is true'' I would have shown him my skull and the case was closed, without staying there to investigate the courage, the pride, all that bullshit about whether I want or don't want to do military service, the incompetent judges have had it long. A justice that doesn't work so well in Sarha. I was comfortable in the dark during duty, the light bothered me, I got used to the darkness of the guardhouse. Now I have become a vampire. 

It was the worst day of my life that I wanted to forget, like knowing that Stos's family, his wife and little daughter were in his hands, of an uncontrollably angry father and husband, I gave in and had a panic attack, for Ana, his little daughter, I was terrified at the idea that she was in his hands, of that furious madman who saw the company confiscated. It was the only reason my 2 year old daughter had the trauma and panic attack. Knowing that due to my imprudence the father could have killed her made me lose psychophysical control, only for Ana, not even his wife. Just the idea of ​​a 120 kg brutal man in crisis for the company locked at home with his wife and daughter paralyzed me from head to toe, it was a thought that killed me. I also thought about the s Angs train but that story wasn't mine, as I wasn't responsible, I was responsible for Saros and Ana, I couldn't bear the thought of the family horror, the house of horrors because I was in that house. A little girl prays to the blind fury of a 120kg giant. I ask myself what harm I have done to people to go through all this, I always mind my own business. I was already disabled, for 30 years. 30 years locked in a room painting, this is how I spent my life, without ever bothering anyone. Even abroad, I return from work locked up at home to draw. The death of people was not part of my mentality. Consciousness with death was not in my ideals. It's just that if they provoke you for years, day after day, you think there is no other solution, this is how wars are born. We have reached the point where we are having a vote and a judgment on what can be defined as ''real provocation and murder deaths''.  I ask myself, what is the point of leading even an angel or a saint to murder his own people? There is no answer because there is no use. Even if he's not dead, that boy might have a broken rib and I didn't even go to the hospital to find out how he was, and just not going to the hospital to ask how he was makes me feel guilty. I had seen him at the Vea together with Lia and I spoke to him, I put my soul at peace, but I should have gone to the hospital straight away, I blame myself for it, it was a partial help to have called the Carai, I acted without thinking instinctively out of a sense of responsibility and terror of what had happened, if I had thought I would have called the ambulance and not gotten into trouble with the Carai. A mistake so dear to me that I kept making it because of the headache. When I make a mistake I keep making it, I don't forgive the mistakes, they become a big problem. So a good boy asks himself: but whose dream have I broken? I can't remember. When Jesus says don't do to others what you don't want done to you, and I believe in his teachings I always ask myself ''but what have I done harm?'' You come to the conclusion: if they use mind reading to investigate this bullshit you decide and only want war against the state. When they investigate whether it's victimism, cowardice, a clear conscience and Jesus you ask yourself: don't they know how to do their own shit? They lead you to the actual murder. As they say: even saints kill. They have lived their whole lives to take revenge, they gave it meaning, to take revenge for an invasion in the house, some dishes and a couple of shoves, a punch already avenged by Aleo but they wanted more revenge, it's no longer revenge it's mutual war. Revenge ends when it's never enough for them, war begins. They're pissed off about a couple of dishes and a home invasion, a punch already avenged, I'm about a broken skull and a brain that's about to come out, look for who is more motivated. And they want to know the truth and I tell them the truth, according to you I would have said that in this house they were trafficking drugs from all over First? dealing and she believes that Many Are you angry about some dishes? My father always believed it was my fault and that of the children. He's been pissed off his whole life, nothing more than a home invasion. It's thanks to me that I kept him calm, for my patience. 

They want to know the truth and that's it. I wanted house arrest to have everything served at home. They kept telling me to leave the house. I don't like leaving the house, I like doing these things in my solitary peaceful world. My brain is now lost anyway, my years are numbered and my skull continues to crack up to the forehead, I am condemned to stay in bed. I've gotten used to it and I like writing. What should I do to stay at home near the bed? They keep telling me to get out. I thought about doing that thing there. Isn't it possible to always ask what civilization is? Begging in your house you Nazi piece of shit. Bring me the fucking drugs or I'll stick your head down the toilet. You know, be a good boy, I'll give you sweets, if you ask for it like this I'll give you nougat, but I'll stick a pole straight in your asshole, your brain has the intelligence of an asshole... the most total idiocy of humans: how can you read my mind and not think what I think? You fucked yourself, welcome to Satan's lair. It's always good for you because these things are addictive to me, you should consider yourselves lucky. I didn't trust the platoon and thought they told the marshal everything. I was convinced that he was always informed. Fyd made me tell him to talk to him and I realized that I could understand more things with the synapse, it seemed to increase my intelligence, it is dangerous to read people's minds, it is that boundary that must never be crossed, because if you read a person's thoughts you will think like him because you are reading him, it is very risky and I called it Satan's Den. It's like when you fall into the trap ''you accused me of doing this'' and you accuse me of accusing you, accusations don't exist, they're like reading people's thoughts, the accusations are always mutual. They had to analyze what conditions my attitude as a mafia boss, between the history of the Second World War and Mussoi, the solitude in the room, then they had to see in Lona what lifestyle I lived, whether locked up or with friends on the streets, they are certain after years of observation that I am. Then they tried to understand if my father, Uncle Gini or Italy influenced me, there are many variations, among others films and music. In response I say: the popular story, that of silence, that is, silence leads you to think mafia-like, in fact the strength of the mafia in society is silence, they use the strategy of silence to bring the people closer to them, because they know that ordinary people are very reserved. They saw that I was always looking at them to study what I wanted to know for them to investigate which puts them in the perspective of the mafia's control of his surrounding life. For the old I'm lost because I'm too weak in character and very susceptible to being influenced so he says ''always stay close to us so as not to be influenced otherwise we have to arrest you and they also put the TVs glued to my PC'' You don't have the time to understand like me, don't compare. promoted. I exclude events external to Saha such as Now Yk, but someone tried to shift blame. Better dead but with a soul at peace.