2013 12 04. Picketing the US Embassy .
I already wrote that I picketed the US embassy 5 times. About 30 hours in total... During all this time, not a single diplomat asked what was going on.
This is a recording of a conversation with a person who introduced himself to me as an "embassy security officer". Since 2011, I have been talking to "security officers" of the Israeli, French, and US embassies. As far as I understand, this is how employees of the Ukrainian special services introduce themselves. Usually, these are two people who act out a scene in front of the "client", that is, me: a diplomat - an interpreter. This is a standard staging, invented by the Soviet KGB and successfully used by the KGB of Ukraine.
In fact, all embassies in Kyiv are surrounded by an invisible iron curtain of operatives. They know people like me by sight, they know the psychological characteristics of the people they are hunting and, posing as foreign diplomats, they do not allow entry to the embassy.
The "processing" itself begins on the train. There is some kind of system of permanent compartment traps, with planted operatives, and I can only buy a ticket for such a compartment. In addition, such bastards, for whom suppressing and killing people is just a job, use psychotropic substances, for example, substances that suppress inhibitory reactions, or substances, for example, causing cardiac arrest. Once I saw how this happened, because the operative who arrived instead of the taxi driver sprayed it right in front of my face. It was an aerosol can, similar to mouth spray, very worn.
I believe that I was talking to Ukrainian KGB officers. The "American" found a small gap in his knowledge of English and I heard it. Although I can barely speak now, I had a good teacher and I remember his lessons.
In addition, the Kiev "translator" of the "diplomat" "accidentally" turned out to be one of the frequent guests of apartment 109 in Dnepropetrovsk, where the garbage collector Irina Perdenko and her son, the operatives I have already written about, live.
Also, the conversation itself raises questions; at the end of the conversation, the "American diplomat" tells me that, allegedly, there is no room in the US embassy, no room in which I could live for several days so that I could apply to the US government for political asylum and wait for an answer. This last statement is a pure lie: the US embassy in Kyiv is the largest in Europe and one of the largest in the world. So there is room there.
This KGB staging was organized using information stolen from my apartment, namely: information about the documents I was preparing and information about the content of my whispers. The Ukrainian KGB knew my plans in advance.
So - the notes:
This last entry, I found it later. Here you can see how the fascist threatens me with his fist - he saw that I recognized him. This is the center of Dnepropetrovsk.