What is this place?

“The end of January, and it’s so warm that you can walk in a T-shirt, somewhere around 77 degrees. It’s an amazing winter, isn’t it, Haya?” – remarked the son.

“Yes, dear, but how I love this piercing blueness of a cloudless sky!

Well, we are already approaching the house, where I have already prepared a delicious dinner.” – I added.

My son and I were walking along one of the small cobbled lanes of our cozy district of private houses when we were called by a grey-haired man of about 50 in a dark T-shirt with the logo of an electric company walking towards us.

“Shalom, guys! I often see you here and there and there.” – he said, stopping and adding appropriate hand gestures to his story.

In general, I often see you in different parts of the city, and especially often here. You pass here several times a day, but I have never seen you turn where at least 90 percent of the people are going.

And you are the only one who passes by THIS place without entering or even looking there.

Are you really not interested in this at all?

I thought, thought, and could not understand in any way for what purpose you then go exactly HERE?

Then, suddenly, it dawned on me, I finally understood!

You seem to be into sports. Yes?”

“Yeah, like that, probably.” – the son remarked bewilderedly.

“Well done, guys! Great!

Keep it up!”

He raised his finger up and repeated several times that he really likes it when people keep fit.

The man we met finally understood the meaning of our actions, and we realized that we needed your hint.

What is this place he was talking about?

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About fear. A little story.

“We were walking along a wide deserted street alone, past an empty building with broken windows, there was no one nearby, and then I heard footsteps from behind …

The steps were slow, someone deliberately shuffled their feet to scare us.

We walk slowly, without hurrying, and he also slowly follows us … trail after trail …

Maybe turn around and see…?

No, I already have goosebumps running down my back from horror at this thought.

No, it’s too scary, it’s definitely HE, the maniac I’ve always been afraid of. I knew that he would anyway come, appear. And now he is looking for another victim … Therefore, he does not overtake us …

Those shuffling footsteps are getting closer and closer, I can hear him breathing heavily…

I already feel like I’m sweating all over from sticky horror. That’s it, he is already here and he is overtaking us, continuing to shuffle his feet.

I decide to look at him…

This is an elderly man, about five feet tall, his age is about 70 years old, he is walking with difficulty, suffering from shortness of breath, probably to the nearest grocery store. The time is noon.

How could I come up with such a nightmare?” – a frustrated acquaintance told me.

He asked me very much to find out if he was such a coward or if there are others, and whether they are haunted by unreasonable fears or not?

Have you experienced this and how did you manage to overcome it?

A parable about unreasonable fear, importance and stupidity with elements of paranormality.

And then I say to him, “Here is a funny post I read on Facebook” – I said one morning to my son during breakfast.

A man asks what to feed the household spirit so that he does not make noise at night, leave cookies or a saucer of milk?

Doesn’t he understand that the household spirit is just energy information? And he does not have a material stomach and intestines.”

We laughed. And then began to mind our own business.

Then, somewhere during lunch, the owner’s car drives into the yard, although he usually parks it near the gate of the house. I was in the bathroom and heard the car doors slamming. I leave the bathroom and see that my son looks rather strange.

“What’s wrong with you, dear? Did something happen?” – I ask.

“They so quickly carried something heavy and oblong upstairs. It looked like a coffin.” – he replied.

“What kind of nonsense? Why do they need it? True, the owner’s wife returned from the grandmother’s funeral from the village a couple of days ago, but she is already buried.” – I reacted.

“Do you remember the owner of the house said that his mother died recently, maybe this is such a rite for 40 days?” – the son did not let up.

“I don’t know, I haven’t heard anything like that. All this, to be honest, looks like nonsense. But everything is possible, I don’t know what customs and orders are here.” – I remarked.

And we were in Adjara in Batumi.

And then suddenly we felt the anxiety that appeared, we suddenly felt very uncomfortable at home and we decided to take a walk and clear our minds.

There was a bakery not far from our house and when we approached it, the son suggested: “Let’s buy some small cupcake just in case, like that man on Facebook who was haunted by an invisible creature wanted to do.”

And we really bought a small cupcake in the bakery for this purpose, while we ourselves were already choking with laughter.

After walking another two hundred meters along the street, we met a tall man walking towards us, carrying a large shovel. Surprisingly, it was I who paid attention to the shovel, although my son is usually more attentive.

“Look,” – I say: “the shovel is just to bury the object that they were carrying.” – I said and burst out laughing.

And the son said thoughtfully: “I’ve never seen anyone carrying a shovel before.”

We walked a little more and now the son says “Look, look at that stone stele, there was a candle and a portrait of the deceased” (really there are such small stone steles in Batumi).

“Yeah, I didn’t even notice” – I answered.

When we were already returning to the house, a “brilliant” idea suddenly dawned on me that the Toyota sedan of the owner of the house was not so large that a two-meter coffin fit into it.

The owner’s car was parked not far from the entrance gate, and a really two-meter object obviously couldn’t fit in there.

We laughed for a long time at our stupidity, importance and unreasonable fears.

A cupcake for a spirit, left on the table overnight, remained untouched in the morning.

And on the glass in the bathroom showed up the inscription “Ha-ha! Moron!”

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Not everything happens at home is easy either.

“We don’t help anyone. Don’t get your hopes up.” – a security guard at the Social security organization told us.

“Tough. Really, Noam?” – I said to my son with a sigh.

“You can’t say more precisely. Let’s go knock on the door of my former school, Haya.” – suggested the son.

A few minutes later we did just that.

“Of course, I’ll try to help you, come back in a few days.” – suggested the school’s social worker.

“Yeah, looks like it’s a bummer.

Noam, from today’s conversation with the owner of the “Wanderer”, the hostel where we stayed, American George, I realized that he is ready to help us by lowering the price of housing?” – I asked my son.

“Yes, Haya, he is a good person, an altruist, he likes to help people.” – Noam replied.

But as it turned out, we were again in for an unpleasant surprise.

“Unfortunately, the hostel will most likely be closed tomorrow for a few days, we are waiting for the check, inspector.” – volunteer Ariel told us at the entrance.

“Which inspector?” – we asked with surprise.

“I don’t know, ask the owner, he will drive up now.” – offered the volunteer.

And indeed, while we were dumbfounded digesting the news, the entrance gate opened and a tall, elderly, gray-bearded man entered with a large plastic package in his hands, filled with buns sprinkled with sesame seeds.

“Help yourself, this is from my second hostel, I just closed it. Tomorrow, by 10 am, this one will most likely need to be closed. The inspector is expected, they called me, they said that there will be an inspection. Sorry guys, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you, but looks like you need to find another place to live.” – George added.

“Do you know any cheap hostel?” – we asked one of the hostel workers.

“Yes, I know, “Anna”, it’s not far from here …” – he answered.

“Well, let’s go look for …” – we decided.

“We have already searched the entire area, but we failed to find a hostel with that name. What should we do, Noam?” – after an hour of unsuccessful searches, I asked my son.

“Shop workers usually have this kind of information.” – he replied.

“Exactly.” – I added.

“Shalom, do you know where the hostel “Anna” is?” – we asked the cashier of the nearest store, who was clearly bored with nothing to do.

“Guys, I don’t know the name of the hotel opposite, where there is a bamboo fence and red lanterns, but I would not advise you to go there, the other day I saw how a black man was taken out of there, perhaps other hotels in this area are less criminal, but I’m not going to advise you, you’d better see for yourself…” – he replied.

“Yeah, not funny.” – I said.

“Absolutely.” – added the son.

“We need to do something, dear, let’s go with things in the morning to the diving club and the “Starfish” guest house, where I used to work and we lived with you, I think they won’t kick us out.” – I suggested.

“I hope so too.” – he agreed.

No sooner said than done.

“Starfish” was located in a spacious two-story white villa with a large yard, and a spacious swimming pool, necessary for learning to dive.

To be continued…

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Icy reception.

“Well, you’re talking about this again, Haya. Didn’t you think that our readers would most likely ask, “And who did this, if not people? These guys write just nonsense, what do they have instead of brains?” – said the son.

“But, Noam, we describe in detail what happened to us in the book “Unexplained episodes from everyday life “Season 1. Episode 8. We described there only what really took place, but how and why this happened, we can only to put forward my personal hypothesis, because we could not find the answer to this question in any search engine.” – I objected.

“Okay, Haya, we need to do something, let’s go look for the villa of freedivers Asher and Baruch, they have always been kind and attentive to us, but on the trip we, for some reason I don’t understand, could not contact them, maybe now they something to help us when we finally see them in real life.” – suggested the son.

“OK! You know, Noam, I can’t help but feel that some tangible changes have taken place here during our absence.
But here it seems is the freediving club. The villa is similar to the one I saw on Baruch’s Facebook stories.” – I reported.

“Are we really going to see Asher or Baruch now, Haya?
We talked so much with their faked ones during the trip that actually meeting them seems like something fantastic.” – the son asked excitedly.

We pressed the bell on the gate and a pleasant elderly man in a hat, opening the gate for us, kindly invited us in.

“Look, Noam, Asher is sitting in an ice bath. I’ve already seen it in his Facebook story.” – I said quietly to my son.

“Yes, great, considering that it’s 95 degrees Fahrenheit outside.” – the son was surprised.

Indeed, from the bath, in which huge chunks of ice floated and stood near the entrance to the villa, the head of Asher, a tall thirty-year-old man, a swarm blue-eyed blond.

“I can sit here for half an hour, you can touch the water, it’s terribly cold.
But guys, you came a little out of time. Today we are resting with the whole family. My parents, my brother and my wife’s parents arrived, and tomorrow my wife and I are leaving for Italy for 10 days. Baruch left for relatives in Tel Aviv, he will probably arrive tomorrow, the diving season is ending and we have no work for you now. You can ask Baruch when he will arrive. Happily. I hope everything works out for you.” – the frost-resistant guy told us, without leaving the ice bath.

“You know, Noam, when we approached the villa, we felt that it would be so. That this meeting would not bring any positive result. But I was surprised and shocked by Asher’s eyes. They seem to be empty.” – I commented.

“I noticed it too. His eyes are similar to the eyes of Kai from the tale “The Snow Queen”, they are empty and cold.” – added the son.

“I agree, but the resolution of our problems with you, dear, does not tolerate delay.
We need to understand what to do. What action do you propose to take?” – I asked my son.

“Let’s go to Revakha (social organization), my former school to see a social worker, finally, let’s go to the diving club where you worked, its founder is a good person.
In short, we will knock on all doors.” – he suggested.

“Yes, some of them must open, otherwise it simply cannot be…”

To be continued…

History 4. Respect, guys!

Exactly, Dimka, a tall thirty-year-old handsome diver-athlete is preparing his favorite breakfast of buckwheat porridge and celery stalks here.

“Hello! Haven’t seen you guys for a long time.” he smiled broadly at us.

“Yes, we were abroad…” – we began our story…

“Yes, it’s not great, of course, but the main thing is that you returned.

I think things should work out, call Alex (founder of the dive club), you need to rebuild bridges with him. I wish you good luck and will be happy to share the products with you, I’m doing pretty well right now. And if you need a SIM, the phone at your service.” – said Dima, getting us a delicious mango from the refrigerator and muesli with nuts from the kitchen cabinet.

“Thank you, Dimka, you are so quick-witted!” – I smiled and dialed the number of my former employer and said:

“Alex, how are you doing? We’ve just arrived…”

“Come, I’m waiting for you, I’m at the diving club on the beach,” – suggested Alex.

Seeing a group of divers near the club on the beach, we went to them, but for some reason we didn’t get there, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, turned around and went back.

“How unpleasant it is to ask, really, Noam and our clothes are probably like homeless people …” – I said.

And Alex, noticing us and our maneuver, ran after us:

“Guys, I know that you have problems, you can live in the villa for a while, but not for very long, because I gave it to Antonina, and she is not a very kind woman. Sorry, but I will help in any way I can.” – he said and gave 1000 shekels.

“It’s great that he’s such a good person…” – I added.

“Yes, what would we do without him now …” – agreed the son.

Touched and satisfied, we went to the villa “Starfish”, stopping by our favorite shop for food on the way.

In the lunch area, the same Antonina, whom Alex mentioned, came. It was a full woman of about 45 with shoulder-length blond hair with a typical Russian appearance and not a very remarkable character, as Alex told us.

“On Thursday there will be a check-in of people, you will have to move out. The villa is not for beggars and vagrants.

How much did Alex tell you to pay?” – she asked sternly.

“Not at all,” – we replied.

“Understood. Free. Okay. Until Thursday.

You can take a bed on the roof. In general, we don’t have a homeless shelter here,” – she added.

“Why did she want to hurt us so much, Haya?” – my son asked me.

“I don’t know. Maybe to feel important, dear.” – I suggested.

“Let’s go and visit Asher’s companion, Baruch, Haya, he probably has already arrived. We talked with his fake one so many times on the trip. Maybe a conversation with him himself will be constructive?” – suggested the son.

A few minutes later we were already near a small, surrounded by palm trees, the color of coffee with milk, freedivers’ villa.

“Citroen Berlingo Baruch is not visible, so he has not yet returned from diving.” – said the son.

“But I seem to see someone else driving an approaching car.

Noam, this is Ziv, a diver Ziv who had a contract to work in Australia with a salary of 20 thousand dollars a month. And on Facebook, I constantly see him riding a yacht. He must be doing great! Maybe he has a job for us too?” – I suggested.

“Shalom guys! I want to wash the car before Baruch comes back, he doesn’t like it.

And in Australia, I rented a villa for a diving club, and there was no work because the lockdown began, but I still had to pay for the villa for six months and I spent all my money and now I live on Migdalor Beach, I receive homeless benefits. If you come, you are welcome.

And the yacht is not mine, it’s just a publicity stunt, you have to earn money somehow.” – the Israeli disappointed us and smiled, as usual, with his sly smile.

“Looks like Ziv was unlucky again, Haya. Baruch drove up and he looks very angry. It looks like now there will be a showdown and the time for a conversation is not the best.” – said the son.

“Shalom, guys, I don’t know how to help you, the diving season is ending, I’m busy with work now. Take a three-seater tent from me as a gift, just in case, if you settle down on the beach, some divers live there.

Sorry, I need to have a serious talk with Ziv.” – Baruch, a five-foot man of about 40 in blue breeches of typical Arab appearance, informed us, glancing at the invader with displeasure.

“Well, thanks, Baruch, for it else.” – we thought.

…Thursday morning has come… Our affairs have not progressed much, and how could they have progressed when we continued the two-week coronovirus “quarantine”.

“That’s it, have you forgotten that you have to move out today?” – asked Antonina.

In the evening, there is check-in and there is no place for you.”

“Well, dear, let’s go see the Migdalor beach, we still have a tent,” – I suggested.

After walking 5 miles along the coastline, we saw long rows of tents and trailers stretching for hundreds of yards.

“This is Migdalor beach, as the sign says, Noam, near the Egyptian border checkpoint Taba.” – I commented.

We sat down on a rock next to the shore, dipping our feet into the waters of the Red Sea.

“Perhaps, Noam, we will gradually get used to living like this, but if we move here, then it will be much more difficult to return to civilized life later,” – I said.

“I think so too, Haya.” – the son agreed.

When we were rather upset, we came to the “Starfish” to have a bite to eat and drink tea, we were “friendly” met by Antonina.

“What, are you still here? If you don’t leave in an hour, I’ll call the police.” – she said.

“Kostya, do you know where to find some cheap accommodation?” – I called in despair to one of my friends divers.

“Try calling Alex K. He rents out an apartment in the former Lev Eilat Hotel,” – he suggested.

“Thank you for the information!” – I said and dialed the number of Alex K. on Whatsapp and stated our request to him.

“Yes, well, guys, anything can happen, I want to help you.

You can live in one of the five apartments rented by me, I don’t need money from you, you will just help me with cleaning the apartments.

When are you going to get there?” – he asked.

“Now! Alex, you are wonderful!” – I answered and my son and I, picking up our suitcases, headed towards our new, albeit temporary, but home.

To be continued…

Not everything happens at home is easy either.

“We don’t help anyone. Don’t get your hopes up.” – a security guard at the Social security organization told us.

“Tough. Really, Noam?” – I said to my son with a sigh.

“You can’t say more precisely. Let’s go knock on the door of my former school, Haya.” – suggested the son.

A few minutes later we did just that.

“Of course, I’ll try to help you, come back in a few days.” – suggested the school’s social worker.

“Yeah, looks like it’s a bummer.

Noam, from today’s conversation with the owner of the “Wanderer”, the hostel where we stayed, American George, I realized that he is ready to help us by lowering the price of housing?” – I asked my son.

“Yes, Haya, he is a good person, an altruist, he likes to help people.” – Noam replied.

But as it turned out, we were again in for an unpleasant surprise.

“Unfortunately, the hostel will most likely be closed tomorrow for a few days, we are waiting for the check, inspector.” – volunteer Ariel told us at the entrance.

“Which inspector?” – we asked with surprise.

“I don’t know, ask the owner, he will drive up now.” – offered the volunteer.

And indeed, while we were dumbfounded digesting the news, the entrance gate opened and a tall, elderly, gray-bearded man entered with a large plastic package in his hands, filled with buns sprinkled with sesame seeds.

“Help yourself, this is from my second hostel, I just closed it. Tomorrow, by 10 am, this one will most likely need to be closed. The inspector is expected, they called me, they said that there will be an inspection. Sorry guys, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you, but looks like you need to find another place to live.” – George added.

“Do you know any cheap hostel?” – we asked one of the hostel workers.

“Yes, I know, “Anna”, it’s not far from here …” – he answered.

“Well, let’s go look for …” – we decided.

“We have already searched the entire area, but we failed to find a hostel with that name. What should we do, Noam?” – after an hour of unsuccessful searches, I asked my son.

“Shop workers usually have this kind of information.” – he replied.

“Exactly.” – I added.

“Shalom, do you know where the hostel “Anna” is?” – we asked the cashier of the nearest store, who was clearly bored with nothing to do.

“Guys, I don’t know the name of the hotel opposite, where there is a bamboo fence and red lanterns, but I would not advise you to go there, the other day I saw how a black man was taken out of there, perhaps other hotels in this area are less criminal, but I’m not going to advise you, you’d better see for yourself…” – he replied.

“Yeah, not funny.” – I said.

“Absolutely.” – added the son.

“We need to do something, dear, let’s go with things in the morning to the diving club and the “Starfish” guest house, where I used to work and we lived with you, I think they won’t kick us out.” – I suggested.

“I hope so too.” – he agreed.

No sooner said than done.

“Starfish” was located in a spacious two-story white villa with a large yard, and a spacious swimming pool, necessary for learning to dive.

To be continued…

Icy reception.

“Well, you’re talking about this again, Haya. Didn’t you think that our readers would most likely ask, “And who did this, if not people? These guys write just nonsense, what do they have instead of brains?” – said the son.

“But, Noam, we describe in detail what happened to us in the book “Unexplained episodes from everyday life “Season 1. Episode 8. We described there only what really took place, but how and why this happened, we can only to put forward my personal hypothesis, because we could not find the answer to this question in any search engine.” – I objected.

“Okay, Haya, we need to do something, let’s go look for the villa of freedivers Asher and Baruch, they have always been kind and attentive to us, but on the trip we, for some reason I don’t understand, could not contact them, maybe now they something to help us when we finally see them in real life.” – suggested the son.

“OK! You know, Noam, I can’t help but feel that some tangible changes have taken place here during our absence.
But here it seems is the freediving club. The villa is similar to the one I saw on Baruch’s Facebook stories.” – I reported.

“Are we really going to see Asher or Baruch now, Haya?
We talked so much with their faked ones during the trip that actually meeting them seems like something fantastic.” – the son asked excitedly.

We pressed the bell on the gate and a pleasant elderly man in a hat, opening the gate for us, kindly invited us in.

“Look, Noam, Asher is sitting in an ice bath. I’ve already seen it in his Facebook story.” – I said quietly to my son.

“Yes, great, considering that it’s 95 degrees Fahrenheit outside.” – the son was surprised.

Indeed, from the bath, in which huge chunks of ice floated and stood near the entrance to the villa, the head of Asher, a tall thirty-year-old man, a swarm blue-eyed blond.

“I can sit here for half an hour, you can touch the water, it’s terribly cold.
But guys, you came a little out of time. Today we are resting with the whole family. My parents, my brother and my wife’s parents arrived, and tomorrow my wife and I are leaving for Italy for 10 days. Baruch left for relatives in Tel Aviv, he will probably arrive tomorrow, the diving season is ending and we have no work for you now. You can ask Baruch when he will arrive. Happily. I hope everything works out for you.” – the frost-resistant guy told us, without leaving the ice bath.

“You know, Noam, when we approached the villa, we felt that it would be so. That this meeting would not bring any positive result. But I was surprised and shocked by Asher’s eyes. They seem to be empty.” – I commented.

“I noticed it too. His eyes are similar to the eyes of Kai from the tale “The Snow Queen”, they are empty and cold.” – added the son.

“I agree, but the resolution of our problems with you, dear, does not tolerate delay.
We need to understand what to do. What action do you propose to take?” – I asked my son.

“Let’s go to Revakha (social organization), my former school to see a social worker, finally, let’s go to the diving club where you worked, its founder is a good person.
In short, we will knock on all doors.” – he suggested.

“Yes, some of them must open, otherwise it simply cannot be…”

To be continued…

The Raccoon’s adventures.

“Where is our little boy?” – my son suddenly puzzled me.

“Noam, really, where is our baby, where is our little plush Raccoon, who has been with us for so many years that he has become almost a member of our family?

He was here on top of the refrigerator, but now he’s not there.

Didn’t you take him?” – I asked my son in turn.

“No, Haya, I didn’t take it.” – he replied.

“Hurrah! I found him.” – I said, standing on a chair and pushing aside the items standing on top of the refrigerator. He is right there, this baby, only as if he was hiding from the eyes of our landlady, who just now came for money for rent.

“Can he really move on his own? What do you think?” – Noam asked.

“I don’t know, but I think it’s possible in principle.

Remember, Noam, you and I have already observed many cases of teleportation of objects, for example, in the diving club “Starfish” in Eilat, and here in Bulgaria in Golden Sands, and we wrote about this in our book “Unexplained episodes from everyday life.”, in Season 1 (escaping … from ourselves) and Season 2 (our wanderings).” – I suddenly realized.

“You’re probably right, Haya.

I think that many of our readers have had cases of teleportation. It would be very interesting if at least one of them shared with us. Really?” – Noam added.

“Yes, of course, I would like that too.”

And this episode happened to us in the city of Varna (Bulgaria) in the winter of 2021, at the moment when the owner of the apartment we rented, Lina, came for rent payment.

Home!!! Return.

“Noam, Noam, look the plane is already circling over Tel Aviv. How long I have been waiting for this moment.” – I said excitedly to my son.

“Yes, Haya, a year and three months of wandering is a long time. We left in July 2020, I was 18, and now it’s October 28, 2021 and I’m already 19 years old.” – said the son.

“We landed, Noam, I imagined this moment so many times with bated breath, but now I have no emotions. We finally arrived home, just did what we had to do.” – I added.

“Yes, something that should have been done a long time ago. But do not relax, we still have to get to Eilat today.” – said the son.

After a sleepless night at the airport, my son and I dozed off on the bus and…

“Noam, look at the plantations of date palms on the border with Jordan, here are the Jordan Mountains with their incredible play of colors on one side and the Eilat Mountains on the other side of the highway and this indescribable feeling … of home! We are already approaching the city of Eilat.
Hello, dear, such native places! We missed you so much!” – I said with an indescribable feeling.

“Yes, here is the bus station. Finally we arrived, I was so tired and terribly hungry. And everything that you said is of course very romantic, Haya, but it begs the question “Where are we going to spend the night?” – Noam interrupted my emotions.

“Let’s try to spend the night at the Wayfarer Hostel, and in the morning we’ll think about what to do.” – I suggested.

“Good idea, our former Mexican neighbor Rafa told us about this hostel, it is owned by an elderly American George who does charity work.
In addition, the hostel is not far away, and now, I can already see its blue sign, and here is the bell on the blue gate too.” – the son commented.

“Good evening! Can we stay at you?” – we asked a short young man, a volunteer named Ariel, who opened the gate.

“Yes, of course you can. Come in. But I have to ask, “Do you have a PCR test?”

“Yes, please.” – said the son.

“Thank you. That’s fine then.” – Ariel replied.

“It’s good that we found shelter here for the night, but where are we going to look for it next, Noam?
After all, we have been too late abroad in our rather stupid paranormal journey and our budget balance is rapidly approaching zero. Many thanks to our relative Vlad who just saved us by sending money for tickets here.” – I told my son this morning.

“Of course, Haya, I understand this and I’m trying to come up with a plan of action.” – he began to reason.

“What fools we were when we left here a year and three months ago, from these places that I associate with home and where I love every grain of sand in the desert.

Why have we been misled and feared in such an unusual, almost unbelievable way, and as if forced to leave?
And those are not people who did it.
Why didn’t it occur to us to check the information that we were told in fake calls and written in fake notes, that almost all of our acquaintances and friends were going to leave the country?” – I continued excitedly.

“Well, you’re talking about this again, Haya. Didn’t you think that our readers would most likely ask, “And who did this, if not people? These guys write just nonsense, what do they have instead of brains?” – said the son.

“But, Noam, we describe in detail what happened to us in the book “Unexplained episodes from everyday life “Season 1. Episode 8. We described there only what really took place, but how and why this happened, we can only to put forward my personal hypothesis, because we could not find the answer to this question in any search engine.” – I objected.

“Okay, Haya, we need to do something, let’s go look for the villa of freedivers Asher and Baruch, they have always been kind and attentive to us, but on the trip we, for some reason I don’t understand, could not contact them, maybe now they something to help us when we finally see them in real life.” – suggested the son.

“OK! You know, Noam, I can’t help but feel that some tangible changes have taken place here during our absence.
But here it seems is the freediving club. The villa is similar to the one I saw on Baruch’s Facebook stories.” – I reported.

“Are we really going to see Asher or Baruch now, Haya?
We talked so much with their faked ones during the trip that actually meeting them seems like something fantastic.” – the son asked excitedly.

We pressed the bell on the gate and a pleasant elderly man in a hat, opening the gate for us, kindly invited us in.

“Look, Noam, Asher is sitting in an ice bath. I’ve already seen it in his Facebook story.” – I said quietly to my son.

“Yes, great, considering that it’s 95 degrees Fahrenheit outside.” – the son was surprised.

Indeed, from the bath, in which huge chunks of ice floated and stood near the entrance to the villa, the head of Asher, a tall thirty-year-old man, a swarm blue-eyed blond.

“I can sit here for half an hour, you can touch the water, it’s terribly cold.
But guys, you came a little out of time. Today we are resting with the whole family. My parents, my brother and my wife’s parents arrived, and tomorrow my wife and I are leaving for Italy for 10 days. Baruch left for relatives in Tel Aviv, he will probably arrive tomorrow, the diving season is ending and we have no work for you now. You can ask Baruch when he will arrive. Happily. I hope everything works out for you.” – the frost-resistant guy told us, without leaving the ice bath.

“You know, Noam, when we approached the villa, we felt that it would be so. That this meeting would not bring any positive result. But I was surprised and shocked by Asher’s eyes. They seem to be empty.” – I commented.

“I noticed it too. His eyes are similar to the eyes of Kai from the tale “The Snow Queen.”, they are empty and cold.” – added the son.

“I agree, but the resolution of our problems with you, dear, does not tolerate delay.
We need to understand what to do. What action do you propose to take?” – I asked my son.

“Let’s go to Revakha (social organization), my former school to see a social worker, finally, let’s go to the diving club where you worked, its founder is a good person.
In short, we will knock on all doors.” – he suggested.

“Yes, some of them must open, otherwise it simply cannot be …”

To be continued…

Amazing cat.

“Where is this guy?” – asked the son.

“Looks like he’s not here today.” – I commented.

“Yes, there he runs, a green-eyed handsome.” – Noam noticed.

“How you scared me, Baby with Emerald Eyes!
On the road that you crossed to say hello to us, cars were rushing.
My heart skipped a beat in fear for you.
What a pretty fluffy, shiny blue-gray coat he has, Noam, and it’s like to just drown in the delicate green of his eyes! Is it true?
Hello, our friend, cat Grey!” – I said.

“He’s a really amazing handsome!” – added the son.

“I’m very glad to see you, Baby. But please don’t scare me like that anymore, don’t run across the road in front of the cars. Did you miss?
I, too, only now realized how much I missed you, because we had not seen each other for several days.” – I continued.

A gray-blue green-eyed cat rubbed against our legs, first in front, then behind, then passing between our legs and periodically moving from me to my son and back.

“We’ve been standing like this for about ten minutes, Grey is a great guy, but we have to go, Noam.” – I said.

“Of course, let’s go. But look, Haya, this cat is walking with us like a dog.” – Noam remarked.

“Yes, it’s amazing, cats don’t usually do that. Especially since we don’t have anything edible with us.” – I agreed.

“Kis-kis!” – a middle-aged woman who came out of the entrance called the cat.

“Well, just look how shameless this cat is – I fed him red fish and chicken last night, and today he doesn’t even look at me. What an insolent one!” – the woman said loudly.

“Haya, Grey’s behavior is still a mystery to me too.
You and I have noticed many times that in the evening the woman walks here with the small dog on a leash, she calls the surrounding cats and pours food for them.
And she always pays special attention to this green-eyed handsome, but he never even comes close to her and to the stern.
I can’t understand why Grey runs to us, although we never bring him food, which, by the way, he takes quite calmly.” – asked the son a question which interested him.

The mysterious or free-spirited plumber.

“A puddle has flowed again. We should probably still call a plumber. Especially since the owner of the house, Eyal, gave a phone, his name is Shiman.” – I suggested.

“Yes, he’s just calling himself.” – added the son.

“Shalom, Noam! What are your problems with the plumbing? Can I drive up tomorrow morning and fix them?” – asked the Israeli.

“No, we will be at work since morning. In the afternoon, by four o’clock, can you?” – answered the son.

“But, at this time, I have a drug deal popping up on the horizon.” – the man objected.

“Well, we’ll try to be home early, by three o’clock. Will it work?” – the son summed up.

“Deal.”

And exactly at three o’clock the next day, the red old Honda stopped with noise at the entrance to our yechida (apartment).

“It looks like this is the plumber.” – Noam said, seeing that a thin, short Israeli of about 45 years old with curly blond shoulder-length hair and big crazy brown eyes is approaching us with a quick step, with sharp movements characteristic of a drug addict.

“Hi, guys!” – he greeted us and immediately called back the owner of the house.

“Shalom, Eyal, I’m in the cuties’ apartment. Yes, of course, well, everything will be done in the best possible way.” – he said and added to us:

“Eyal said that next time, for this kind of problem, call me directly, bypassing him.”

A few hours later, my son and I, satisfied with the order put in the apartment, went to bed.

The sound of dripping water woke me up.

“It looks like it’s leaking somewhere. We should look. Yes, again in the same place in the bathroom, the hose near the toilet is leaking. It’s 2 o’clock in the morning.

Well, I hope the puddle won’t be too big until morning, I don’t want to wake anyone up.” – I thought.

“I can’t sleep… What time is it? It’s three? Wow, judging by the sound, it looks like a flood is starting in the bathroom.

Yes, the water is already pouring and the bathroom is full of water.” – I stated.

“Noam, Noam, wake up, we should call Eyal as soon as possible, ask him how to turn off the water here, otherwise soon all our things will swim around the apartment like fish.” – I woke up my son.

“Yeah, not a funny joke. I’m already calling, he prompted me and I found a faucet, that’s it, water no longer flows. It is very inconvenient that Eyal had to be woken up in the middle of the night, but he did not swear. He is amazing. Do you know what he said?

He is in Tel Aviv and he was very interested in why our leak suddenly gained momentum at exactly three in the morning.

He began to analyze and remembered that around this time his wife usually gets up and closes herself for a long time in the toilet, where she pours water for fifteen minutes.

Their bathroom is located directly above ours and most likely our water flowed more because of the abundant water drain from above.

He does not understand and he is worried about the thought – what is she doing there?” – said Noam.

“Yes, you and I know firsthand what women do at such an hour in such a place, Noam.” – I added.

“Of course, they witch.” – the son summed up briefly.

At about eight in the morning, we heard a call:

“Shalom, can I drive up to you now to correct my oversight?

Eyal said that everything went wrong and it would be completely wrong for me if I didn’t fix it quickly.” – said the plumber.

“Ok! Come on, come on, come.” – we told him.

A few more days passed after Shiman arrived and replaced the leaking hose.

“Look, Noam, a small puddle in the same place stubbornly continues to flow.” – I told my son.

“I noticed too. I think we still need to call Mr. Shiman and inform him that the problem has not been settled.” – he suggested.

“Shalom, guys! Nonsense, fix it in three minutes, I’ll be with you in half an hour.” – Shiman said.

An hour passed, then a second, we decided to call the Israeli again and again and again … There was no answer …

“Mysterious disappearance, you will not say anything.” – we shrugged.

There was no news from Shiman either four hours later or the next morning, he picked up the phone only in the afternoon of the next day.

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” – he said.

We weren’t even surprised that this time needed to be multiplied by 5, we were more surprised by something else, that in addition to Shiman, who arrived in his battered Honda, another young, thick-built guy in a white T-shirt and dark breeches drove up on an old Mitsubishi, who was watching behind every step and movement mysterious plumber.

“Where were you, why didn’t you answer the calls yesterday?” – we asked the multifunctional specialist.

“Yes, guys, I accidentally fell asleep …” – he said in front of the guy and asked him to turn off the water on the street, and when he walked away, he quietly added:

“The situation is serious, I was caught in the last drug deal and put in a refrigerator, where a bunch of meat carcasses hung, and for bad behavior they threatened to transfer me to a freezer, where the end would be close…”

Then the guy returned and Shiman went on with the plumbing problem, interspersing this activity, to our surprise, with a Russian obscenity.

“Bye-bye! Litraot (Goodbye).” – Shiman and the guy finally said and left, sitting on different cars …

“Haya, did you see what happened?” – the son asked.

“What?” – I didn’t understand what he was talking about.

“The guys each got into their car and Shiman said to his obsessive companion: “Go up the alley, there’s the next object, and I’ll catch up with you.”

The guy apparently believed and did so, he did not know that our lane was a dead end, and as soon as he drove off, Shiman’s red Honda rushed in the opposite direction.

Mitsubishi had to drive to the end of the alley to turn around. It is clear that he was no longer able to catch up with the plumber …

A few more days passed and when we went for a walk we met an old red Honda from which a familiar blond head poked out and loudly shouted: “I ran away, I’m free, free, free!”

To be continued…

Paranormal visit to the Consulate or preparing to return. Part 2.

“Yes, the rules are that. You call the Consulate and then you have to call back. My name is Ilan, I work in the internal security.
How can you not get through?
Now I’ll dial it myself. Well, here, I called and got through.
Why don’t you get through?”

“I don’t know why this is so. Unfortunately, I’m not that smart. You call and get through, he will call and get through, anyone else will call and get through, but we don’t. We have been trying to contact our friends from Eilat for over a year.”

“Well, if there is no call to you, come back after two pm, I will try to help you.”

“It’s about two pm, Yaron, let’s go, let’s go again. We need to get a reception.”

“Why did you come? You were told that they would call you.” – the guard asked us.

“But nobody called us.”

“Wait, they will call back.”

“This is a senseless waiting. We’ve been calling our friends for over a year now and can’t get through to them.”

“How can this be?”

“I don’t know how to explain. This is paranormal.”

“Maybe you can also tell us that you saw a flying saucer?”

“This is not funny. Our Life depends on whether we will be able to go home. We, as illegal immigrants, should wander through the streets of Georgia and die here from hunger and cold?”

“No, wait for your call back. Here’s a call, pick up the phone.”

“Yes, thanks. Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon! I will now transfer you to an employee of the Consulate. The conversation will be in Hebrew. Wait.”

The wait lasted for several minutes.

“Yaron, take the phone, talk.”

My son had been talking for a long time when I began to clearly feel and understand that he was again conducting a conversation with a fake.

“Yaron, we need an appointment, appointment time for tomorrow, or at least see a representative of the Consulate for three to five minutes.”

“Maayan, everything is fine. This nice woman promises to contact four ministries within a month and help us in everything. She will call back, we can safely go home.”

“That’s great. Thank you. But ask her name and can we see her or make an appointment?”

“Why? She will call.”

“Yaron, ask her name, can you see her and sign up?”

“Why? She will call back.”

“Yaron, okay, this nice man, the guard does not understand, but you understand that now we will come to the hostel and it will be written to us “Ha-ha! Moron! “And there won’t be any call. This is a fake conversation. And what are we going to do next? Die on the street?”

“You make up, Maayan. This is the vice-consul, her name is Maya. She is very nice and attentive.”

“Yaron, I am already filled with despair that we will not get to the Consulate.”

“The chief of security came down here. You can talk to her.” – the guard turned to us.

“Yes, thanks! Excuse me, what are we going to do? We are not getting calls. Please write us down.”

“How can you not get through? Do you have a phone?”

“Yes, there is. But it doesn’t work well.”

“Let’s check. Look, they called you, but you didn’t pick up the phone. Why didn’t you pick up the phone?”

“The call is quiet, the phone is not working well.”

“Let me call you. Well, there is a call. So wait, they call you back, everything is fine. Go home or I’ll call the police.”

“But I know that there will be no call, and we will continue to wait and as a result we will only have to live on the street as illegal immigrants. What should we do? Understand that you are depriving us of the opportunity to return home, the right to life. So call the police, maybe it’s at least some way to be heard.”

“Okay, wait.”

The chief of security went inside the building and soon returned.

“Pick up the phone, they call you” ― she said.

“Yes, good afternoon.”

“I can make an appointment for tomorrow at 10:00 am. Are you satisfied?”

“Of course. Thanks a lot!”

“Thank you! We were written down for an appointment for tomorrow at 10 am. I hope it’s true. See you!”

“How many years I have been working here, I have never heard anything like it. But I wish you good luck! You must of course return home.” – the guard said to us at parting.

We no longer really hoped, but the next day the meeting with the Consul did take place. Moreover, not with an employee of the Consulate, but with the Consul.

“A very pleasant woman, this Consul. She reassured us and said that she would send inquiries to the army and social services.
Now we have been written down for October 19 so that we can find out the results of the requests.
Yaron, what did she say about the rooms where it is possible can sit out quarantine for those who have not rented an apartment?”

“She said that they are terrible ― there are bars on the windows, rats and cockroaches are running around and they are usually located in basements, the door is locked with a key and fed with some kind of slipslop.”

“She couldn’t say that.”

“So it was again a fake. Yes, the conversation was right through the handset, as if over the phone.
It means that at some point a fake came in.”

“Yeah, it’s amazing, or maybe not. Why all these endless fakes? Okay, Yaron, let’s hurry to the train to Batumi, and on October 18 we will return here with our things and plan an nearby departure home.”

So, October 19 came …

“Well, here we are again in Tbilisi. It is somehow more fun here than in Batumi, as if some fresh breeze is blowing and there are much fewer rainy and cloudy days. Today’s meeting at the Consulate was less pleasant than the first, but the main thing we were told that you’re not even an evader, so you shouldn’t be afraid to return. Let’s go and get ready for home.”

To be continued…

Paranormal everyday life. Season 2. Episode 6. Paranormal Adventures in Antalya. Part 3.

“Yaron, I was very surprised by the words of the man who, having overtaken us, turned around and said
“This is true!” It’s one thing to talk with fakes who fake the voices of our acquaintances, and it’s another thing when a living person behaves like a fake.


He clearly could not know what we were talking about, because we communicated in a different language and he most likely did not understand what he said and why he did it.
Do you remember, it was at that moment when you and I were walking down the street, discussing one important issue and could not come to a conclusion, is it so?”

It turned out that he, seemingly not knowing by himself, as if gave the answer to our question.

I think if we caught up with him and asked what he meant by saying this, then most likely he would have been surprised, shrugged his shoulders and said, “Guys, I didn’t tell you anything.”
Because, apparently, he himself did not even understand and did not notice that he told us something, but simply did what some energy-informational world that was in him, resonated and cooperated with some energy world in us, prompted him … Simply put, our demons agreed with his demons and used this person for a little show.
Then he immediately forgot all this. Rather, he didn’t forget, but he didn’t even understand and didn’t realize that he had done something. This sounds surprising, although it may be more common than we think.”

“It was also funny in the store, wasn’t it, Maayan?


Do you remember, as soon as we entered, several loaves of bread jumped off the shelves and fell to the floor. I took it as a hint and protest of our energoworlds against the use of bread by us, apparently they do not like it.


They want us to improve our health.”

“Looks like that. On the other hand, Yaron, maybe this is just a ‘dirty publicity stunt’ to steer our thoughts in the wrong direction?”

“And it is possible.”

“Yaron, elections are coming soon in Israel, let’s write a letter to Prime Minister Netanyahu, maybe he will forgive you our departure and we can return to the country. I always remember Eilat with great love — the unforgettable play of colors of the Edom Mountains, the incredible blue of the Gulf of Aqaba, my favorite desert landscape and the many open to us, positive people met there.”

“Of course we have to write, Maayan, I am already translating and sending the letter.”

“Yes, this is certainly more than original!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Here on Facebook, I was sent the new post of Prime Minister of Israel. You never guess what it is.”

“Tell me soon, you intrigued me.”

“It says that he forgives us and offers to return home to Egypt.
And here is a bunch of likes, including Adam, and Ariel, and Jorge, and Rafael Mendoza …


Only it is not clear why we are offered to return to Egypt?”

“I don’t know, but fakes have a good sense of humor.”

“Yes, it seems that they again decided to show it, now in relation to our old friend I.


I see a note from her in which she asks “What does this mean? Where are these photos from?”
Look, Yaron, actually, one after the other, a lot of some unknown where they came from photos of different people completely unfamiliar to me are sent from my account.”

“I don’t know, I didn’t write or send you anything.” ― I replied to I.

“Look for yourself!” ― I. wrote.

“Yes, I see. But I don’t know where they could have come from. Most likely these are the jokes of our energoworlds.”

I. is a wonderful person, but I knew that she adheres to very conservative views, absolutely denying the possibility of phenomena unexplained by traditional science.
I understood that any mention of paranormal phenomena and even more their manifestation annoys her, because she always tries to ignore them or squeeze them into the rigid framework of traditional explanations, and this is far from always possible.
However, where did these photos come from? I definitely didn’t have them on my phone.

I felt very inconvenient for the friend, as if I had done something wrong, and I began to delete the photo as soon as possible.
This process continued for some time, that is, I deleted the sent images, and instead of them new ones immediately appeared. Then I. wrote to me:
“Don’t delete them. We must try to understand their source.”

I stopped deleting photos, but now they suddenly began to delete and disappear from my friend’s account by themselves.

I. could not stand this anymore and blocked my account. She wrote me a note by e-mail, in which she informed about this, saying that apparently I had some kind of virus on WhatsApp.
But none of my other WhatsApp contacts, although in this little incident, I communicated with one of them, had a single photo or anything else spontaneously sent. So, if it was a virus, it was only a VIP virus, exclusively for I.

“Yaron, unfortunately, our three months in Antalya are coming to an end, we have paid for the apartment until May 1, we need to move on. Where? What do you suggest? Turkey has two neighbors where we can go ― Bulgaria and Georgia.. What do you choose?”

“Just not Bulgaria.”

“I fully agree with you.
True, I don’t really want to go to Georgia either. I was thinking about Albania, but it is much more difficult and more expensive to get there.”

“Yes, and only for three months, but you can live in Georgia for at least a year.”

“This is a big plus. Well, let’s go look for the ticket offices.
And, of course, to find out where it is better to pass the coronavirus test so beloved by demons.”

“Surprisingly, this time with the taking of the PCR test, Yaron, nothing shocking happened, so little things.
For some reason I really do not want to fly to Georgia, but tomorrow we have a plane, let’s order a taxi early, somewhere at twenty to five in the morning.”

“This is three and a half hours before departure? But for some reason I also want to leave tomorrow for the airport early.”

“Yaron, morning prayer, do you hear? All these almost three months it woke me up in the morning. The phone rings.
This is a taxi driver, he is already arriving, he arrived a few minutes earlier, let’s go, although we don’t want to leave. Goodbye Antalya, thank you for everything!

As soon as we got there, the road was free, it was only five o’clock, and we were already at the airport.

Yaron, the taxi driver asks which terminal we need, let’s look at the ticket.”

“Maayan, he says that at eight in the morning there is no flight to Istanbul, according to his information. We ran quicker, the taxi driver found out that our flight was postponed to an earlier time and now instead of 8.10 it leaves at 6.40.”

“We ran, Yaron, we have no money to buy new tickets. We took tickets not as usual via the Internet, but at a travel agency, and they did not warn us about the flight postponement.”

“You will definitely catch the flight, everything is fine!” ― the taxi driver smiled at us goodbye and showed his thumb up.


And it happened so, we made it.
Thanks!

Paranormal everyday life. Season 2 Episode 6. Paranormal Adventures in Antalya. Part 2.

“It looks like the idea of ​​teaching Hebrew was a failure, Yaron.
Apparently, in response to it, this wave of fake notes from supposedly your former Moscow
classmates and physical education teacher.
Let’s try something different, maybe make a video for the YouTube channel. At webinars, they say that it’s not so difficult, but our topic is interesting.”

“Of course. We need to change the strategy.”

“Let’s call our channel “Paranormal everyday life.” I hope that such a non-trivial name can be of interest to a lot of people.”

“I do not mind.”

“Yaron, look, some kind of inscription appeared on the window. What is written there? Record the video … I won’t understand further.”

“Maayan, it says “Record the video, how long to wait!”

“Perhaps this is a reasonable idea. Yaron, let’s get started.”

“I already did the cover as we agreed.”

“Well done! Please show me how it turned out, I’m very interested. Did you like it yourself? And what nonsense is this? Again?”

I laughed involuntarily.

“Yaron, I don’t think you wrote it? Do you see what is written here?”

“I have nothing to do with it, Maayan, I wrote on the cover the text that we agreed on. Then I literally walked away from the laptop for a minute and you see how the inscription has changed.”

“Yes, again it’s the traditional “Ha-ha! Fool!”
If our energetic worlds were also actively doing positive things, we would definitely not have to complain about the lack of money.”

“This is undoubtedly! Only for some reason they like to do nasty things.”

“Demons do nasty things. They just like to distract us from real life with all sorts of stupid things that they do at the expense of our own energy.
But, fortunately, there are also creative energy-informational worlds, thanks to which we live. Thanks to them! But I suffer very much from the fact that I cannot learn to really understand them.”

“Yes, I would like that too.
By the way, about “stupid things”.
Today our neighbor from the apartment across the street asked me what kind of song I constantly play on my laptop, he said he really liked it and he also wants to download it for himself.
And when I honestly told him “I don’t know” even his eyes became round with surprise.
But I really don’t know its name, because it somehow appeared on the laptop itself and plays regardless of my desire.”

“Yes, it was hard not to notice. The song is cool, but sometimes, when there is no mood and you hear it all the time, it starts to annoy.
Yaron, let’s go for a little walk, it’s simply impossible to stay here for a long time.
This noise when the walls in a building nearby are broken is simply unbearable.
He doesn’t let you focus on anything. No wonder that several of our neighbors have already fled from here.”

“Yes, there is.”

“Yaron, someone sent us a note on the messenger. I’ll take a look.
It was written from that very new account of the so-called San Sanych (a former physical education teacher). By the way, the place of residence in his profile has already changed from Eilat to Antalya and the background photo too.”

“What kind of dira (apartment) do you have?” — written in the note.

“You have to come up with such a thing!” — the son laughed.

“I think it’s not funny at all, Yaron. Demons write all sorts of nonsense in order to attract our attention, and with it energy to themselves, to cause an inadequate reaction and further strengthen the fake web, which we need to break.

Look, he also writes that he and our relative from the States Vlad and our acquaintances from Eilat (neither of whom had ever seen the other) went to Spain and were going to make guacamole sauce there.
After all, this is just delirium, or rather a set of delirium, just to cloud our heads and distract us from business, real life and reasonable thinking.
Let’s go for a walk, Yaron!”

“I’m all for it!”

“Yaroshka, look a turtle. So pretty and so unreasonable, she stubbornly walks to the roadway. Now she walks along the road, and right along the pedestrian crossing. What a cute and funny pedestrian!
But I think we need to move her back to the lawn so she doesn’t get hit by a car.”

“But turtles can bite painfully.”

“I think she’s not harmful.
Moreover, it is no longer possible to wait, a car is driving over there, and the driver may not notice it, she is small.
Well, you see, everything is fine, I hold her by the shell and thus she will not bite me!
Have a nice day, turtle, do not do more stupid things, good luck and health to you!

Yaron, Yaron, look here even turkeys are grazing behind the fence, I have never seen them. Look, what a large and friendly animal group they have, there are also colorful chickens and fluffy rams. It looks so cute, right?”

“Yes, and look, one of the chickens, such a freedom-loving lady that she ran away behind the fence and now walks down the street with an air of importance.”

“Yes, even the chicken had enough intelligence to break out of the cage (or rather, the fence), to escape from the owners and the dogs, but you and I still don’t understand how we can get out of this fake web!”

“Yes, unfortunately, it really is.”

“Yaron, did you notice that it is here in Antalya, when you and I go out for a walk in the evening, we often see some funny scenes with animals – either a hedgehog that rubs againt the leg like a cat, then a cat fight, a herd of sheep walking in the dark.
I really like that there is such an active Life everywhere.”

“Well, today’s walk was unique in another way” — I said to my son the next day.

Parable about fear, stupidity, unconsciousness and fake web 3.

“We walked along a wide deserted street alone, past an empty building with broken windows, there was no one nearby, and then I heard footsteps from behind …
The steps were slow, someone shuffled their feet on purpose to scare us.
We walk slowly, not in a hurry, and he also slowly follows us … trail in trail …
Maybe turn around and see …?
No, I got goosebumps running down my spine with horror at the thought.
No, it’s too scary, it’s for sure HE, the maniac I’ve always feared. I knew that he would come anyway, appear. And now he is looking out for another victim … Therefore, he does not overtake us …
These shuffling footsteps come closer and closer, I can hear him breathing heavily …
I can already feel how I was sweating all over with sticky horror, he is already near and he is overtaking us, continuing to shuffle his feet.
I dare to look at him …

This is an elderly man about five feet tall, about 70 years old, and he walks with difficulty, short of breath, probably to the nearest grocery store. Time is noon.
How could I come up with such a nightmare?” — my son told me.

“Yes, Yaron, tomorrow, or rather from tonight, is a holiday in Israel, and on such days, demoniacal possession usually intensifies and your demon immediately took advantage of this, trying to bring you into inadequacy and thus completely subjugate you to his will. The main thing is not to immerse yourself in this fake reality or a web, and always think clearly and logically, no matter how difficult it is and turn inward, where there are positive creative energetic worlds, trying to feel them and be on the same wavelength with them.”

“Yes, it looks like it is, Maayan.”

“Yaron, I will go to the pharmacy for a minute, I need a solution for contact lenses, and you better wait while outside. Look what a cute black kitten here!”

“Okay, I’ll wait, and the kitten is really cute.”

“Well, I bought it.”

“Maayan, you have no idea what happened in that couple of minutes while you were gone.”

“So what?”

“The man took that kitten under his arm and ran away with him. It’s amazing.”

“It’s no surprise, Yaron, when demons start fooling people. He probably didn’t understand why he did it. Remember the story with Vijay (“Parable. How unconscious people are manipulated.”)

and that little episode that happened in Antalya (Paranormal Daily Season 2 Episode 6)

We need to completely free ourselves from this fake web, which began to be activated after receiving recharge, and for this we need to completely stop reacting to all these stupid fake ideas, but just be reasonable and do exclusively our own business, without losing for a minute control over our thoughts and actions. Do you remember how many times strange events happened to you when you were waiting for me near the store? “

“Yes, of course I remember. It’s probably already been 10 times.”

“I think it’s all analogous.”

“Yaron, did you try to book us an appointment at the Consulate again this morning? Now, unfortunately, it is already late, evening, the holiday has begun and tomorrow it will not work.”

“Yes, of course, Maayan. I booked.
Hello! Erev tov! The call from the phone of the Consulate, it is Yuf, who sent the request we need to Beer Sheva the day before yesterday. He says the answer has come.”

“Yaron, do you understand that the Consulate cannot work now?”

“Yes, I understand. But he says the Consul wants to talk to us.”

“Hang up, I’m tired of this theater of the absurd. You yourself understand that the demons were just activated.”

“Of course. Good. Maayan, a call is again.
Look, now the prime minister is calling … now the defense minister … and now the commander-in-chief …
I certainly don’t pick up the phone.
Maayan, lastly I was told the now traditional ending phrase “Ha-ha! You are fool!”

“Everything is as usual, nothing fundamentally new.

Tired of it! Enough!

Goodbye fake web!

Hello Life!”

Паранормальный вирус. Сборник статей.

Дорогие друзья!
Если на вашем телефоне или компьютере появился какой то странный вирус, вы проснулись ночью от того что услышали какие то странные звуки, исчезла, а через какое то время непонятным образом возможно нашлась какая-то то вещь, то возможно, что таким образом вы встретились с необьяснёнными традиционной наукой паранормальными явлениями.
Эти явления так плотно вплелись в нашу жизнь, что стали её частью и в корне изменили её, изменив и наше мировоззрение и став нашим учителем на пути познания Удивительной Жизни. В статьях сборника мы высказываем свою оригинальную, отличную от общепринятой точку зрения о телепартации предметов, призраках, привидениях, некоторых проявлениях “телефонных вирусов”, приводим свои гипотезы, основанные только на личных наблюдениях, ощущениях и их анализе и предлагаем читателям увидеть мироздание с иного довольно непривычного ракурса.
Спасибо за внимание! В сборнике представлены статьи:

Привидения, что это… мистика или реальность?

Телепортация бытовых предметов в повседневной жизни.

Притча о неразумном страхе, важности и глупости по паранормальному.
Паранормальный вирус на Ватсапп.

Дорогие читатели!
Мы всегда открыты к общению и с нетерпением ждём ваших откликов! Если события, описанные в книге вызвали у вас интерес, мы с удовольствием предоставим вам дополнительные материалы и консультации на затронутые в ней темы.

Всегда рады общению с вами, Маайан и Ярон Вег

Electronic Book “This is not mysticism and not a lie. This is Paranormal Reality. How we were kicked out of the country. Not by people. But by whom?”

This is an incredible but true story!

We didn’t even understand HOW IT HAPPENED, but literally IN A FEW DAYS we, having collected only a bag and a suitcase in a hurry, left our house, our country, our usual well-established life to … NOWHERE, without a specific reason, without a specific plan, just at the moment when everything in life began to take shape as we wanted. Not a single person took part in this and did not even know that it was happening. How did this happen and why?

And the fact was that our ENERGY-INFORMATION CONSTITUENT, taking advantage of our fears, lack of awareness and lack of a sane analysis of the situation, DRAFT A CONSPIRACY, creating around us a WEB OF FAKE WEB UNREAL REALITY, blocking our friends acquaintances, and instead of them, by THEIR VOICES AND THEIR TELEPHONE NUMBERS TOLD us that the country has such a complex military emergency that they are all focused only on LEAVING it. And, we, having no experience of communicating with the FAKE REALITY, believed and REALLY LEFT the country, but for a number of reasons, we could not return … A small addition to this episode is a short and funny “Parable about unreasonable fear, importance and stupidity in the paranormal”. Enjoy reading!

Dear Readers! We are open to communication and look forward to your feedback! If the events described in the book aroused your interest, we will be happy to provide you with additional materials and consultations on the topics covered in it.

We are always glad to communicate with you,
Maayan and Yaron Weg

maayan_weg@yahoo.com

Электронная книга “Крейзи жизнь и экстрим крейзи ночёвка на арендованной квартире”

Уважаемые читатели!
Мы рады представить вам часть нашей книги “Паранормальная повседневность”, в которую входят два экстремально забавных эпизода, заставляющих задуматься о многом.

“Крейзи жизнь…” и “Экстрим крейзи ночёвка на арендованной квартире”

Надеемся, что вы получите удовольствие, читая о тех захватывающих паранормальных перепитиях, которые происходили с нами, когда мы сняли совершенно неподходящую для жизни квартиру в Эйлате и это вывело из себя нашу с сыном НЕВИДИМУЮ ЭНЕРГОИНФОРМАЦИОННУЮ СОСТОВЛЯЮЩУЮ и что тут началось!!!
ОЖИВАЮТ диспенсеры с едкой химией и гоняются за мной, обрызгивая меня ей, кто-то невидимый кидается в меня моими же вещами.


ОЖИВАЕТ бытовая техника — бойлер, тостер и стиральная машинка и начинают действовать САМОСТОЯТЕЛЬНО как бы демонстрируя недовольство нашим с сыном поведением.

Одеяло УЛЕТАЕТ на крышу, а босоножек приземляется в чайник, исчезает телефон, сумка с документами и ключи от квартиры…


Которые падают перед нами сами, когда мы готовы проявить благоразумие. И эта история полностью реальна!!! Приятного чтения!

Дорогие читатели! Мы всегда открыты к общению и с нетерпением ждём ваших откликов! Если события, описанные в книге вызвали у вас интерес, мы с удовольствием предоставим вам дополнительные материалы и консультации на затронутые в ней темы.

Всегда рады общению с вами,
Маайан и Ярон Вег

maayan_weg@yahoo.com

Electronic book “Paranormal everyday Life. Crazy life… and Extreme crazy overnight in a rented apartment”

Dear readers!
We are pleased to present you the second part of our book “Paranormal everyday life”, which includes two extremely funny episodes that make you think about a lot.
Crazy life…” and “Extreme crazy overnight in a rented apartment
We hope that you will enjoy reading about those exciting paranormal perepetias that happened to us when we rented a completely unsuitable apartment in Eilat and this brought out our INVISIBLE ENERGY-INFORMATIONAL CONSTITUENT ― and what started here!!!
Dispensers with caustic chemicals COME to LIFE and chase me, spraying me with them, someone invisible throws my own things at me.

Household appliances COME TO LIFE ― a boiler, a toaster and a washing machine and they begin to act INDEPENDENTLY, as if demonstrating dissatisfaction with our with the son behavior.


The blanket FLIES to the roof, and the sandal lands in the kettle, the phone, the bag with documents and the keys to the apartment dissapear…


Which fall in front of us themselves when we are ready to show prudence.

And this story is completely real!!!

At the end of the book, we have added a small article from the heading “Paranormal every day life. A ghost or a leaking boiler” in which we shared with you our hypothesis about the causes of what happened.
Have fun reading!

Dear readers!
We are always open to communication and look forward to your feedback!
If the events described in the book aroused your interest, we will be happy to provide you with additional materials and advice on the topics covered in it.

We are always glad to communicate with you,
Maayan and Yaron Weg

Electronic Book “Paranormal every day life. A ghost or a leaking boiler”

Dear readers!

We are pleased to present you our first book and invite you to an amazing reality in which objects fly, disappear and teleport themselves, from somewhere above out of NOWHERE… sugar and coffee pour down, an obsessive melody sounds out of nowhere, and NOT PEOPLE or robots are talking over the phone — fakes mislead us, and then laughing at us with our own laughter, they say “Ha-ha! Fool!”. These and other fascinating interesting, and often funny REAL UNIQUE cases in the book that makes you think about a lot — “Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Part 1”. This is the real story!

In this collection, we are pleased to present you a number of intriguing episodes:

“Episode 1. A ghost or a leaking boiler?”

“Episode 2… when sugar and coffee pour out of the air …”

“Episode 3. Disappearing and flying objects.”

“Episode 4. An obsessive melody that sounds out of nowhere …”

“Episode 5. Conversations not with a person, not with a robot…But with whom???”

Have fun reading! To be continued.

We are open to communication and look forward to your feedback! If the events described in the book aroused your interest, we will be happy to provide you with additional materials and advice on the topics covered in it.

We are always glad to communicate with you,

Maayan and Yaron Weg

Paranormal everyday life. Season 1. Episode 8. Part 3. This is not mysticism and not a lie. This is a paranormal reality. How we were kicked out of our home and out of the country. Not by people. But by who?

My son was supposed to fill out a questionnaire three weeks before the trip to the agenda, but as soon as he opened it, my head began to be pressed insanely, and he fell into a kind of stupor and could not write a single line.

And notes began to come from the military that if the son did not fill out the questionnaire on time, he would have problems. Apparently, these notes were also FAKE, but we did not even assume that this was POSSIBLE at the time.

“Hi, Yaron! I wanted to tell you, just don’t tell your mother so that she doesn’t worry, but the other day I had a guy’s dad at freediving who went to Beersheba for the first summons and was taken straight from there to work at the nuclear reactor in Dimona.” – Ariel’s voice was telling in the phone.

Then another call from Ariel and a new story about another guy… who was also taken from the first summons… and military informed his parents only a few days later.

Another call and a story about guys who had their passports torn or canceled on the first summons…

And this is my only son and a very beloved one… and my fear for him has reached a critical point.

I left work on the afternoon of July 12 and worried about every creak of the gate in the yard, imagining that it could be the military.

“I don’t know what to do. I am insanely afraid that we will not survive this summons. And if they take you away? I’ll just die of grief. And it’s also scary to leave. Where to? Now everything is developing well here, we have received the coveted certificate of remote education, thanks to the excellent doctor, and the social worker of the school Yuval said that he has taken up the solution of this issue and a teacher will start coming to you one of these days. This now seems to be the only case in the whole of Eilat, because in Israel there is a law according to which all students are required to attend school.

We have finally rented a great apartment in the best area of the city with a pleasant owner, where we alone use a large courtyard.

And finally, Ariel and Adam, they are such nice people, will soon rent a villa for work and offer cooperation with them. We have a visit to our doctor before the summons, he is determined to help us with a certificate for release from the army.

Remember, we recently saw him in the store, he recognized us, greeted us and smiled, he is clearly disposed to us. In general, almost everyone here treats us well. And finally, Yaron, I love this place very much, and I feel an indissoluble connection with it.

But … and if they take you into the army from the first summons, as Ariel told, and you will feel bad, and I will not stand it? And this “but” scares me so much that it outweighs all the other advantages at once, because if there is no Life, then nothing is needed. I do not know what to do? What are we going to do, Yaron? And also, I don’t understand, Yaron, is it turn so out that all our friends want to leave due to the changed situation in the country?”

In general, we decided to buy tickets and leave. Where to? I don’t know where could buy tickets, because, as I said, my card was blocked for online purchases. I had to ask a acquaitance, she showed great perseverance and she managed to pay for our tickets for 5.30 am on July 16 to Istanbul from her card somewhere on the 20th attempt, on the evening of July 14. Then we ran to the Eilat bus station to buy bus tickets to Tel Aviv the next day.

I hurriedly collected what I could from things, collecting only one suitcase, so that the inspector at the airport would not have a suspicion that we were leaving for a long time. All the other things were left in the apartment and in the villa at the club. On July 15, we left by day bus and were in Tel Aviv in the evening. The bus did not go to Ben Gurion, we drove on some route to the turn where the airport lights were visible, then we went on foot with our things, got lost , but by midnight, sweaty, sweating and tired, we draged ourselves the airport.

It was unusually deserted near the entrance to the airport, we showed the security guard our tickets and he let us pass, although we probably looked a little crazy.

“Yaron, let’s go have a cappuccino, against our usual custom, calm down a little and go slowly to check in for our flight.”

“Yes, of course!”

“How strange, Yaron, will we really never come back here? It breaks my heart!

Yaron, but will the inspector let us through? And suddenly, on the contrary, he will call the military? I’m so nervous that my legs are even shaking.”

“Me too.”

“Let’s go!”

The first check at the airport is a security check.

My son and I approached a woman who looked at us suspiciously, began to ask us a lot of questions about why we did not buy tickets ourselves, why and for how long we were going to Turkey, and then called the male boss.

He took our darkons (foreign passports) and, stepping aside, stared at them intently for several minutes, which seemed endless to us. I think that at this moment, fear and confusion were simply written on our faces.

“Let them pass!” – he said to the woman.

“But, why? The guy is 18, they are…”

“I told you to let them through, I’m the boss here!”

We exhaled.

“The test is passed” – my son whispered to me.

“Wait, we’ll say that when we land in Turkey.”

This happened on the morning of July 16 and a new counttime began for us.

Entangled in a web of fear and fake reality, we still did not fully understand WHAT HAD HAPPENED and what we would have to go through, that Life HAD CHANGED ABRUPTLY FOREVER. We did not understand THEN THAT SUCH A THING WAS POSSIBLE AT ALL, namely, that this whole SITUATION was FAKE, RIGGED, BUT NOT RIGGED BY PEOPLE.

Today, as I write these lines, it has been more than a year since we are wandering around the world and how much pain, anguish and despair we have experienced!!!

We have tried many times to understand and analyze how this could have happened and what motives our energy-informational worlds had to expel us from the country. So far, we have not been able to contact any person from Eilat . If we call them via Whatsapp or messenger, we are answered, moreover, soon after the call…, but only fakes ― fake of Adam, fake of Ariel, fake of Avner, fake of Aviv…

Now we are in Adjara, in Batumi and there is a storm with a thunderstorm on the street. I stand in the doorway and watch as an incredibly heavy downpour floods the yard with streams of water and they, along with thunderclaps, seem to clear my thoughts, wash away my pain and tears from my eyes. Goodbye, my dear Eilat, Ramon Crater, the Israeli desert, I love and remember you!

But I understand that we have to go further and I really hope that very soon we will be able to leave for our native places , which I have been waiting for many years to meet. Hello, Sonora! Hello, Arizona! We should see you soon!!!

And our story continues! Many new , even more interesting, unusual and exciting adventures in Istanbul – a huge and beautiful city on two seas and two parts of the world, are waiting for your attention, dear reader!