The community has created a sense of civility: what it means to be single is strictly defined by those who govern the public positions. Morality is linked to chastity of a kind, in a very perverse form. They established a system of married people cheating their partners, protecting their family images and abusing the innocence of the children which they so freely bring to the world. 

The community administration has created a system of abuse, in its many ways: they made it outlawed to talk to anyone who does not appear in the immediate hierarchy within which the employees get paid. Only the hierarchy of payments allow for any form of complaint, any distress coming to the surface. This is how they managed to repress all the young persons, anyone living alone and anybody who did not develop the same kinds of local emotional bonds as they did. They have been allowed to go to the local higher eduction institutions, as if those institutions had full capacity and quality at an international level. They have replaced all forms of cosmopolitanism with the parochialism of a profiteering characteristic. The crimes kept repeating themselves, the perpetrators of the acts could never be held responsible because the system of mine had an exact copy of everything that the human mind could imagine for a just society, for a state with validity and full functionality: a judiciary and a bureucracy sits in the place of what transparence, validity and honesty required. The names of these institutions are stolen, even from the locals who appear to have stolen themselves. Therefore, the systematic thefts take place with time, with groups replacing one another… and with a constant urge to replace the value of finances: quality in nothing leads to the continuation, the turning of the swastika in the vernacular. It is through the repetitions of our actions, the give and take of the economy, that the larger box of the economic system keeps functioning. No human individual can imagine anything else, anything which can lead to change. Change of all forms are forbidden, while we are made to buy and buy, and find freedom exclusively in our repeated purchases in a market of undending war. It makes it worse, it made it much worse… For me, not to think of the era of mine, the surroundings of mine, as an ongoing war. It is much easier to idealise, to belive: that everything is fine, that nothing has happened indeed, that there is no gang-stalking, there is no such thing as terrorism here, … the cult gives you sisters, sisters who love you, who protect you in their own ways. The ‘fractions’ of the society, of the ideas, present themselves at a macro level while your “older sister” can pave the way for her own homosexual satisfactions and pretend to be a hero for the emotionally needy, for those who are abused by the brutal force. quite like the men of the aid community, in the developing context. Somehow, it’s only those who give the “help” who can prosper, who can cheer, and who are able to “criticise”. Unfortunately, in a rather non-academic manner, without leading to any form of change. The more the “siders” criticise, the more they use the term “in this society” for their critical remarks, the more the money is accumulated and spread around. It’s just used, for things which will never improve the future. Never improve the present. Only those who get the extra aid money have the “better lives” of the kind which they like… The terrorists explain everything with “money”: they have not done it well, and they have the honesty to talk to you about it, seemingly, because they did not have the money for it. All the other monies which they do have somehow cannot lead to quality work. In anything. The chain prospers, while it keeps taking victims like a vicious cycyle, like the Leviathan monster moving round and round, “widening in the endless spire… The falcon cannot hear the falconer”. The cult likes to take victims; they stalk their victims for their own rites. The rites keep us alive, keep them alive, while one can never save oneself, fully… No salvation of the soul without work changing. With love to Weber.

If you allow the wealthier gangsters, the more aggressive gangster can refrain from bothering you. About the worse gangsters: it’s enough to look at their faces to feel depressed. They have all sorts of complex emotions embodied in their expressions, right their on their faces: they feel pride, they are able to hide and they are able to express fake courtesy. The female members of the cult can smile, easily, as they never have responsibility over anything which can happen. They have developed the habit of not being held to account, for anything they do, for gossiping, just chatting a little bit, and forming “bonds”. Nameless big social crimes in the developing world have a lot to do with ‘love’, and how we do it. They do it over and over, in their own ways, which they turned into an obligation. They have to know your weight and your marital status, in order to decide what kind of professional progress you can have. They allow you to have things, material as well as immaterial. They have control over love, happiness, satisfaction about food, life, anything… They allow you to grow, and they can make you live a sick life. They can change your life, for the better or for the worse. Just based on the ‘set of values’ which they have. They have found it very easy to call themselves ‘conventional’, to take the moral highway, ….

As the group members keep changing places, it’s insanity inducing for any individual to live a normal, healthy life. They take turns to abuse, to show themselves, to throw their bodies at you, and the best of all, to check the software providing easy intelligence on the locations and the lives of others. Do you remember the film “The Lives of Others”? It was so strong in its narrative, in the pervasion of social pathology and the impossibility of escaping that which is social… The strong men and women of the structure never allow anyone to breathe, to move, to love, to forget or to remember… And they have learned well how to abide, how to take part in the uncritical education system and how to repeat. Those who appear to be ‘better’, the ‘siders’ of a bigger painting, can ‘understand you’. As somebody who does not get abused physically for group profit, you have to be ‘forgiven’. You have to sell your body, for money, for work, early on in life… and never ask yourself the question, ‘why’. Never try to udnerstand, never know anything… for me, it is becoming obligatory to write about my own truth, my own emotions, about where I live. About where I was born. Despite the threats, taking the form of ‘caring advice’ given to me by security workers, about “not criticising the government”, there are no other options left. To live.

The elder sisters and brothers who can love you, who can protect you, work all the time for a kind of ‘patriotic defence’. They can pretend that they are protecting everybody, by creating victims. By taking lives, by perpetrating oppression, by hindering thought, sciences and art… And for all these fields, they create their own marionnettes. There are scientists as well as artists, just like those who are actually present in the media as the ‘victims’. It’s very hard to understand what the cult does, what the invisible hand wants and creates, for ‘communitarianism’ of the developing world. In the Mediterranean, the communitarianism of oppression does not leave space to individuality, to critical thinking, to quality in academia… It destroys all of this, bulldozing the delicacy of the beauty in reflection of a negative or positive sort. Aesthetics belong to the material world, while the male gaze is fixated on the posession of the female bodies. Many a women took part, in this cult. In this system, which appeared to be ‘life itself’ for many people. And the cult members can separate, the mother and the child, the husband and wife, anything authentic…/// their wedded partners are their shields. They need to and want to use their husbands for the false appearances, as the only currency which enters into exchange. In the VERNACULAR.

For the european societies with larger populations, the local emotions do not translate. It means nothing to be followed by many people, within a small space. It means nothign never to have infrastructure, never to be able to choose where to be, what to do. It means nothing, for another person, to be an object of ‘envy’. Envy does not present itself as a danger, as a potential phsycial threat…. You would be encouraged to accept your so-called ‘success’. Success what? Syccess how? Any achievement which a community member can have, in life, in academia or at work, is immediately shared by the members of the sorority. The sorority which knows how to manipulate emotions, which knows how to make somebody do osmething. My own mother tried to make me wear jackets with special elbows. It meant a lot to her to make me ‘fold up’, so to speak, the ‘manches’ of the jackets i would have to buy and wear for a period of supposedly formal work. It meant so much for me to be loved, to allow myself to take guidance, from another. The tutleage of men remains, more in the developing communities than it does in the individualised western world, about raising oneself, getting out of darkness: “Enligthenemnt means men’s own….” Kant.enlightenment is man’s emergence from his self-imposed immaturity. Immaturity is inability to use one’s own understanding without guidance from another.”This is what the clan members with the categorical fear inducing identities are lacking. Is it legal international terrorism or is it just my very own culture? Love for me, affinity for me, habit for me… Security for me, trust for me and civic friendship for me. In the vernacular. It remains to be a huge shock to me, every single day, to accept and to udnerstand. That there could be so much sh*t around me, that the world could be so profoundly unfair and dangerous, for an adult Melis. Full of threats, verbally and physically expressed, emailed texted and implied, despite the sweet looking faces of the historically comfortable gangsters of my homeland without true security.