On the evening of October 19, 2020, I went out for a walk. In addition, I had 2 cases. The people who are watching me could easily predict my movements. This is a video of part of my walk. There is one inaccuracy: I didn’t see Sasha Tiper not for 40, but for 45 years... The last time we saw him was when we were 14 years old ... He never saw me in adulthood... He couldn't recognize me because he just didn't know what I looked like...
We were not particularly friends with him in childhood, but we never quarreled either. In general, he was a good person. When we were 14 he told me how he killed a cat. From that time on, we practically did not communicate with him. I heard from someone that he was educated as a cook and moved north. I didn't know anything else about him until the autumn evening of 2005... That evening I went to the bar, to Vakulenchuk - to drink a cup of coffee. I lived there for many years, I had acquaintances there and sometimes I stopped by there... In the bar I saw Sasha's brother Vasya. Vasya was slightly drunk. We talked a little with him and Vasya offered to drink in memory of the guys from our yard who died from drugs. I was in a car and did not drink, and Vasya drank alone, and then told me that his brother Sasha died in the north from drugs. It shocked me. It was impossible to imagine Sasha as a drug addict... Vasya said that Sasha allegedly worked as a cook, made good money, but then he became a drug addict and pierced everything, and that he went north to change the situation and forget about drugs... And what is there, in the north, Sasha was again able to improve his life, but then he sat down on the needle again, pierced everything again and... died...
But... I have a very good memory... I remember how Vasya told me this, his face, the intonation of his voice... I remember how I called my mother in Germany and told her this terrible news...
And suddenly, on November 19, 2020, at 16:48, walking down the street, with peripheral vision, I saw how a man quickly came out of the door that opened to my right, slightly stretching his neck, looked around, first to the right, then to the left, and then began look into the faces of passers-by. I did not focus on him and immediately turned my back on him: I had to cross the road. For 7 seconds I stood with my back to him and realized that it was not possible to cross the road here. After that, I turned to continue moving and at that moment a man who came out of the door called out to me...
Everything else can be seen in the video:
PS Sasha doesn't look like a drug addict. I don't know why his brother Vasya told me the story that Sasha became a drug addict and died. And I don’t believe that Sasha could accidentally recognize me after 45 years... And the recording shows that Sasha recognized me when I stood with my back to him... I don’t want to comment on this...
Earlier, 3 years ago, on December 12, 2017, I already published an article about a similar event. During this period of time, in order to suppress my will, 27 cats were killed to me.
https://bit.ly/3UIdYWF