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.

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

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

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!

Paranormal everyday life. Season 1. Episode 8. Part 2. This is not a mystery 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?

“Let’s go! Look, it seems that Nufar is coming to meet us.”


“Hi, guys, you look good! How are you? Have you rented an apartment? Well done! Come to our center, but call in advance. To be honest, everything has not changed for the better. A lot more work has come, and salaries were cut. But I’m happy for you!” – said Nufar, a specialist from the center for work with teenagers, with whom we collaborated to obtain a certificate of remote education for the son.

“It seems to be like this everywhere now” – the son remarked philosophically.

“I’m not at all sure that our employers are planning to pay you a salary.”

And the situation in the diving club where I worked also became extremely tense. The founders of the club, while it was not working in connection with the lockdown, got into debt and became very nervous, irritable and even aggressive.

Almost all the permanent employees who used to live in the villa in the club were fired. And a group of freedivers, with our friends Ariel and Adam, decided to completely separate from the diving club and rent a separate villa for work.

“Yaron, we need to go to the bank of Leumi, withdraw money from the card to pay for the apartment”

“Let’s go!”

“We came, but I don’t understand what is happening here? Why are there so many people near the bank? Yaron, ask the guard.”

“It seems that today we will not be able to withdraw money. The security guard said that the ATM is not working, because the money was not brought today, because a rocket hit the collection car on the way from Beersheba, and he also said that there was a shootout in the bank itself recently.”

“Yaron, this has never happened before, as everything is not changing for the better. Maybe we should go for a walk to the Eilat Mountains, just to relax and clear our thoughts, it usually always helps”

“Well, here we are in the mountains, it’s always good here.

No, not as always, I still feel some kind of anxiety. Now I understand why. Yaron, look at the top of that mountain, there is a group of military personnel, inspecting the surroundings. Yes, there is no sense of calm here either. I’m so afraid that we won’t survive this trip to the army summons, if it’s so difficult for you to even go to school. It is also unpleasant that my bank card is blocked for online purchases due to the state of emergency, and we cannot buy tickets not only for a plane, but even for a bus for 100 shekels or book an apartment on Airbnb for 20 euros. It is uncomfortable that the previously always open borders with Egypt and Jordan, which are within walking distance here, are now closed due to the pandemic. It is spent so much money to build Ramon, our new international airport in Eilat, and it only works for local flights. Why?

Yes, and judging by what it is written in the news, Ben Gurion can be closed any day and a new lockdown will begin very soon and all movements will be very limited.”

“Yes, everything is changing very seriously” – the son replied.

Indeed, the pressure and constant anxiety seemed to hang in the air, which was unusual for the usually cheerful sunny Israel.

“What to do, Yaron? It is clearly necessary to leave the club, and after all, in the future maybe to leave for the States?”

“Well, we have already reached the club”

“Look, there’s Adam here, let’s talk to him about this all.” Picture Adam “Hi, Yaron, Maayan! Yes, this is a serious topic, but I don’t want to discuss it here, it has become too uncomfortable here, now you don’t know what to expect from the founders of the club. Let’s better phone each other later. Yes, Ariel and I are going to rent a villa ourselves for work, so I’ll see you there soon.”

Thus, all serious conversations began to take place on the phone.

Judging by them, almost all of our friends were concerned and even frightened by the arisen situation and wanted to leave the country. We spent hours discussing such possibilities with them on the phone and have not even closely realize that we were not talking to these people or EVEN to PEOPLE IN GENERAL, ALTHOUGH THE TIMBRE AND INTONATION OF THE VOICE THAT WE HEARD FROM THE PHONE WERE EXACTLY THE SAME AS THOSE OF OUR FRIENDS.

Aviv, a cheerful, but rather frivolous young guy, a former manager of the club, judging by telephone conversations with “him”, frightening of a possible summons to the army, left all his things in a rented apartment and tried to go to Poland with a small suitcase to visit our mutual acquaitance Robert, spent two days at the airport, but the flight was canceled.

Adam, whose motto for several years has been “don’t worry be happy”, a freediver on the phone said that he found out that he had been sent a summons and wanted to fly to his relatives in England, but it didn’t work out, the inspecting man at the airport didn’t allow him to exit. He was thinking about leaving the country through the port of Eilat.

Ariel, an experienced freediver and entrepreneur, has said during telephone conversations that it had become difficult in the country and he and his friend Adam were planning to open a freeliving club in Mexico and they invite us to go with them.

Avner, a diver and entrepreneur, again on the phone, told that he allegedly received a French residence permit in March and he urgently needed to leave for France, which he tried to do through the Haifa port, but it did not work out.

We had a strange feeling that all our Israeli friends want to leave the country.

In the summer of 2020, the government announced the beginning of the annexation of the Palestinian territories, which could lead to a general mobilization. And my son is 18, we are convinced pacifists and vegans, who are unable to offend even a fly and whom even a military uniform puts into a stupor, and the army is perceived as something that cannot be survived and in which it is impossible to participate. And Yaron also suffers from social phobia, it is difficult for him (and me too) to be in school or other large institutions, and we received from the doctor permission and recommendations for remote training, a single case in Eilat.

And then a note from the army comes to the phone that the son must go to Beersheba on July 30 for the first summons.

Only after almost a year, when I began to write this episode, I realized that there was NO NOTE ABOUT THE SUMMONS. That is, it certainly was, but it was NOT written by PEOPLE and was FAKE, FALSE.

As soon as I realized this, I just felt with complete confidence inside myself that this is exactly the case, as laughter and a not very flattering comment “Suckers!” were heard from the laptop.

It was only then that we remembered that the note did not even specify the specific time of the visit and the address of the military base.

Moreover, we didn’t even notice it then, we were so paralyzed by fear, which made fools of us.

But we have met Adam and Ariel many times outside the villa, Eilat is a small city, and they were often driving and plied around the city, Adam always especially greeted us with a three-time horn, and if it occurred to us to talk to him or Ariel in person, then this whole fake staging would crumble. We would have might finally realized that our energy-informational worlds simply played us out and would not have left anywhere. But for what purpose did they so persistently and stubbornly expel us from Israel?

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Episode 8. Part 1. This is not mysticism and not a lie. This is a paranormal reality. How we were kicked out of the house and out of the country. Not by people. By who?

This is a real story and a very sad episode for us, which radically changed our lives.
Now, as I write these lines, more than a year has passed since those events, but I don’t care I feel like my heart literally breaks when describing them.

“Yaron, what are we going to do today, where do you prefer to stay overnight?” – I asked my son, in the evening of the day following the extreme night in the rented apartment.

“Anywhere, but not there!” – he replied.

“Then let’s go!” – I said and we quietly made our way to the spare room in the diving club.

This went on for several evenings until our maneuver was noticed by employers.

“Maayan and Yaron, you rented an apartment, why are you spending the night in the diving club?”

I blushed, not knowing what to say, and mumbled, “It’s so stuffy, it smells of paint, we’re uncomfortable there, I want to terminate the contract. Can we come back here for now?”

“Good! You would just say right away. And deal with the owners, guys, call off the payment.”

“Of course! Thank you! It turned out so inconvenient! It’s good, Yaron, that the situation with that apartment has been resolved, I’m not yet ready to look for a new one. “

Several months have passed, during which 2020 has come, another ineffective elections to the Knesset have been held, the era of coronavirus has begun and the first lockdown has passed.

By the end of May, we again, although not without internal fears, returned to the idea of ​​renting an apartment. We were prompted by a new site for finding apartments and on it we found what we wanted nearby literally 50 yards from the diving club in Nut Lane.

This time, the apartment met all the parameters we wanted.

It was part of a villa, had a separate entrance and we had a separate courtyard with a table, chairs and a large mirror, and we could also use the large outer courtyard of the villa, where there were sun loungers, fig trees and flowers. Its owner, Moshe, was a pleasant, benevolent man, always ready for dialogue, and our neighbors were always friendly and attentive to us.

“Yaron, it’s good that we rented this apartment, I like it so much! And the place, everything we wanted!”

“Yes, and me too!”

“How good it is to relax here from the hustle and bustle of the villa and lunch seems to have a completely different taste, right?”

“Yes, I also enjoy peace and quiet.”

“Let’s try to spend the night here one of these days. What do you think?”

“I don’t know. Remembering that night in Grape Lane, I’m not sure. It’s good that we didn’t tell anyone that we rented an apartment.
Let’s go to the diving club, it’s too late.”

“Okay! It’s really two minutes to walk here. Here we are. Let’s settle down. I’ll set my alarm on the phone at 5.30, as usual, make breakfast, hang in my yoga hammock, and wake you up at 6.30. Ok?”

“Okay! But why is the alarm ringing now?”

“Yes, it’s true! There is some kind of creeping line on top of the phone. It says “if you spend the night in that apartment, you won’t live long.”

“As usual, some horror!”

“But to tempt fate, to be honest, after the memorable events on Grape, I don’t want to!”

“I totally agree with you!”

“You know, Yaron, I am so worried that someone does not find out about all these paranormalities of ours and we are not considered some strange personalities or psychos.”

“I also think about it from time to time.”

Taught and tortured by negative experience, we feared … everything
It was as if we were in a dense web of fear, which did not allow us to reasonably ponder and analyze what was happening …

“No, we do not live on Eilat Street, we live in a city with that name” – said his son, answering the call during lunch in an apartment on Nut Lane.

“This is a landlord of an apartment in another city. Listen to what he says.” – my son told me

“You need to move out of your apartment on Eilat Street within a month, it will soon become completely unusable, at first occasionally, and then the water supply and power supply will completely stop working” – said a man’s voice in the phone.

“Thank you, but we live in the city of Eilat, in Nut Lane, not on Eilat street”

“I hope you understand me, by October it will be completely impossible to live in the apartment!!!”

“Yaron, what do you think about this! Strange call, isn’t it? Is this another hint? He didn’t seem to hear what we were telling him. I got the feeling that it was not about an apartment, but about the situation in the country that lately has not changed for the better. You too?” – I asked my son.

“Yes. Moreover, do you remember those notes that appeared in an incomprehensible way on our phones? Do you remember that it said that we cannot live in this country in any apartment?”

“Yes, I remember. I hope it was an exaggeration.
Although we seem to be constantly prompted to another country for life, this is the United States, but we still cannot get there now, we do not have a visa, and the Consulate in Tel Aviv because of the coronavirus does not seem to work”

“Yaron, look there is a saguaro cactus painted on the gate! It is as if something happens to me when I see it.
Yaron, look, this cactus looks like a little saguaro, right?
How beautiful it is!
When I see them, I feel some kind of joy and sadness at the same time, as if where they are, this is my home, but it is far away and whether I will ever get there – I don’t know. And you?”

“I find nothing extraordinary in them.”

“Remember to go to the school website and see the information you need.”

“I remember right now …
Look, this is some other Goldwater School. There are other photos and it is written in English, not Hebrew. It seems to be Goldwater School in Tucson, Arizona, USA. What does it mean?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should go there? Do you hear this song? ”I love you, Arizona!” How did it turn on by itself on the computer? You didn’t play it, did you?”

“No, I didn’t even know about its existence.”

“What a touching song. I already have tears flowing, as if my house is there, but I can’t get there!”

“Arizona is waiting for you!” – a half-child’s voice said from the laptop.

“What? Who’s saying this?”

“Arizona is waiting for you!” – repeated the same voice from the laptop.

“Yeah! Let’s go better clear our minds, Yaron, they are already overheated …”

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Season 1. Episode 7. Extreme – crazy overnight stay in a rented apartment.

“Accept our congratulations, guys, we are very glad that you have finally found the desired apartment with a yard and your favorite cacti, as you wanted” – the employers told us.

“Yeah! Only how can I tell them now that we are not very sure whether it is possible to live there?” – we thought.
It was Friday, the city was gradually enveloped in twilight and the thought of the upcoming overnight stay began to disturb us more and more.

“Yaron, let’s decide what to do. After all the events that happened in that apartment, to be honest, I’m afraid to spend the night in it. Yes, I’m afraid!”

“But what to do?
If we now stay overnight at the diving club, when we told everyone that we rented an apartment, no one will understand us.”

“Maybe you just need to tune in to the positive and boldly go to our separate apartment. Any reasonable person would say that what happened to us is just “nonsense and nonsense.”

“Yeah! You are so determined! I wonder if you have the courage to go to sleep inside the apartment?”

“To be honest, I’m not at all sure about this. But can we pull out the second sofa into the yard, especially since one is already there and get a rest in the fresh air?”

“And this is an idea. Let’s take a couple of warm blankets with us from here. Because winter nights are cool even in Eilat.”

“Well, we got here. What’s so terrible about it? We’re not going to spend the night inside the house” – said the son, when we settled down rather comfortably on the sofas in the courtyard of the rented apartment.
“Yeah! It’s funny enough when people rent an apartment, but they themselves are afraid to go inside. By the way, Yaron, I got so drunk on tea from all my worries that now I can’t stand to take one walk. But I’m not ready to go inside, so I’ll go outside, there still usually no one walks even during the day. And you wait for me, okay?” – I said, and went outside the courtyard into the street through the iron door of the high gates with stakes on top.
After a couple of minutes, returning back, I was puzzled by a new problem.

The door, which was latching from the inside, even from the outside, was somehow locked in some unknown way, and all my attempts to push the latch turned out to be in vain.

“How could she close like that, I don’t understand? What to do now? How to get inside?”

If I knock loudly, I can wake up the owners, they go to bed early. It will be very inconvenient!

“Yaron! Yaron! You are not sleeping! Please open the door!”

“Yaron! Yaron!”

“Why can’t he hear? He couldn’t fall asleep so fast, could he?”

“Yaron! Yaron! Open up please!”

“It looks like it’s useless!”

“I must try to climb over the fence. But it is so tall and most importantly, these long stakes, and on the other side there is nowhere to put foot.”

“What to do?” – I pondered the situation, perched higher on the fence, so that the courtyard was in my line of sight.
What is happening there?

The light in our house came on and went out and flashed again and went out again.

Obviously, something amiss is going on there, it worries me very much. Where is Yaron, why can’t he hear me? I can’t climb. What to do?

“Oh, Yaron! Finally! Where have you been?
Didn’t you hear me screaming and calling you?”

“No, I dozed off”

“And you didn’t turn on the lights in the apartment?”

“No, I didn’t go there”

“We rushed there sooner, something is clearly happening there …” – I said and ran to the apartment, from within which some kind of vague noise was heard.

And when I, full of anxious premonitions, opened the door, we saw that from all the taps – in the kitchen and in the bathroom, water was flowing with might and main … on the floor, since the drain hoses were pulled out below, like last time. But this time, water also flowed from the shower, the hose from which lay on the floor of the shower.
The washing machine came to life again and again
In some unknown way, its wire … turned out to be plugged into the outlet, her door was closed, the washing program was set, and at the same time the drain plug was unscrewed and water from it was also poured into the floor.

And on the floor there is already a layer of water two inches high.

“Yaron, look what’s going on here!”

“No comments!”

I rushed to close the taps and insert the drain hoses, the outlet from the washing machine, when I pulled it, fortunately I accidentally pulled out with the “meat”. Then, with a bucket and a shovel, I began hastily to collect water, hoping that this “wonderful” picture would not be seen by the owners. But, as soon as I managed to remove at least some of the water, the taps opened again and, of course, the drain hoses were pulled out again.
And finally, already as if indignant at my stupidity and lack of understanding that I should have just left there long ago, the massive metal front door began to slowly but inexorably close.
“Yaron, Yaron, come here soon! Hold the door! Help! You know that I have claustrophobia! I am terrified of closed doors. And I don’t want to be doused with toilet cleaner!”
Yaron! Fuh! It kind of opened up!”
But I don’t understand what to do with this water, I’ll try to remove it all the same.
Oh, Yaron, the door, please hold it, it closes again!
Let me come out of here, I do not want to be closed here and doused with poisonous liquids! Brr!
I’ll try to put things in order in the morning.
Let’s try to sleep now. “

Except that a blanket flew to the roof of our guest house several times and I had to get it out with a mop, because it was cold without it.

And the disappearance of the sandals in which I came and my phone, nothing else strange or scary until the morning happened.

And in the morning when we are timid
we settled down in the courtyard to have breakfast and drink tea after a very difficult night, the keys to the apartment, which had previously been hanging in the keyhole, disappeared, and the apartment itself turned out to be closed …

Then my bag disappeared, which contained our passports and credit cards, money …
It was then that I felt that I could no longer do this.
I sat dumb and
complete shock and not knowing what to do …
“Yaron, if the bag is not found, or rather does not appear, I do not understand what is the best way to proceed?
Go to work, to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, to the police, to the bank? To say that everything was stolen from us? Where? Who? How?
All these options are extremely absurd and unpleasant “

However, after a while the situation, fortunately, was resolved.
“Yaron, Yaron, the door has opened!
God, what a relief, my bag is here, it’s on the table.
And here is the phone.
What happiness! Now there are only sandals left so that you can go to them. Of course, if anything, then I will go to the diving club barefoot.

Yaron, and here is one sandals, for some reason it fell into an electric kettle.

“But the second one also falls.”

As soon as the necessary things were returned to us, nothing more delayed us there.

“Yaron, they haven’t returned our keys? How are we going to close the door?”

Here on the boiler a red light came on warningly, as if advising us to be more agile, and we decided to leave as soon as possible, closing the door.

A few hours after the end of my work, we walked from the “Gourmet” store.

“I will never spend the night in that apartment again. “- I said with feeling.

And right there in front of me, from above, almost touching my nose, keys fell onto the pavement.

Several days passed before we decided to make a sortie to the apartment in Grape Lane to pick up our things.

“I’ll wait for you here, if you don’t mind” – said the son, stopping at the gate of the house.

“Okay, I will try to quickly! I will try to concentrate within myself!”

“I sort of collected everything, everything is fine. Come on, I don’t want to linger here” – I said, leaving the house with my things in a few minutes.

As you probably understood, we refused to rent that apartment.

And since then we have become afraid of washing machines …

To be continued…

Season 1. Episode 6. Crazy life in a rented apartment.

“Yaron, we did it! We finally found it!”

And we now have a separate yard with my favorite cacti. Are you satisfied with our new apartment? “

“I don’t know. I’m not sure if we were in a hurry.”

“To be honest, so am I.”

After many unsuccessful attempts, we still found and rented an apartment at a private house in Grape Lane from a very elderly couple.
Whether it was luck or a test, judge for yourself, dear readers!

As we wanted, these apartments were a separate guest house near the entrance gate. It had a separate courtyard planted with many flowers, which included a sofa and a table with chairs. A beautiful greenhouse with different types of cacti, fig trees and bright beautiful flowers led to the owners’ house. The territory of the house was surrounded by a high fence and it was located in a quiet cottage area, 10 minutes walk from work.

“Yaron, today, as I finish my work at the diving club, we will go to lunch in a new apartment, finally we will feel in peace and solitude, we have been waiting for this for so long.”


“Well, here we are in the apartment, and you don’t want to take a walk, see the surroundings?” – I asked my son.

“I do not mind”

“Yaron, what is this fruit? You don’t know? It’s so big …”

“This is Azimin, they were artificially planted, I saw such a fruit on Wikipedia.”

“Why did it fall right in front of me? And this one too? And here’s another one?”

“You know, I somehow don’t like it. What if the next one falls on me? This is somehow not very cool!
Yaron, maybe we’d better go to lunch! Delicious food usually improves mood, right?
It’s been a long time since we enjoyed lunch in silence and solitude.”

“Excellent! I’m all for it!”

“It was delicious! How nice it is when there is peace and quiet around, but somewhy head is pressing hard. You too?” – I asked my son when we finished the meal.

“There is such a thing” – he replied.

“Okay, I’ll go wash the dishes.
Everything is in order!
Now we can relax!
Yaron, what is it? Look at the toaster, the red mains light is on and it heats up, but we didn’t turn it on, it’s completely unpleasant, how can this be?”

The light on the toaster seemed to signal the start of the “fun”.

The next to go on the attack were the jars carefully left by the owners – dispensers with liquid soap and some other green color with a pungent smell of toilet cleaner. They began to seem to come to life and pour their contents onto the surrounding objects …

“Yaron, what’s going on?
Look, all kitchen cabinets are already splattered with liquid soap!
This dispenser is like sprinkling the soap itself. How can this be?
Yaron, the apartment was so clean, I am so unconvient about the owners! And this soap is so hard to wash!”

“Oh, Yaron!
My hair, it’s all in soap!

No, it’s even worse!
This pungent smell of toilet cleaner is coming from my hair!”

“Yaron, this is awful!
I must clean them up as soon as possible!
Yaron, as soon as I wash off some of the soap, a new portion immediately appears on my hair. What to do?
Yaron, can you hear the water pouring?”

We turned around and saw that the washing machine literally came to life!

Indeed, in some unknown incredible way, the wire from it (which had been lying on the floor before) … turned out to be plugged into the outlet, the mains light came on, the washing program was set, the door closed and at the same time … the drain plug opened!!!! … and water was already pouring out of it by flow onto the floor.

And it happened in a matter of seconds.

“Yaron, this is just some kind of nightmare!” – I said, pulling out the machine’s wire from the outlet and seeing that now the water began to flow simultaneously from the tap in the kitchen and from the tap in the bathroom.

And it flowed from the taps … straight to the floor because the drain hoses in the sinks were pulled out, and the toilet hose was pulled out too … and water was flowing from it, too, right onto the floor.

As I turned off the taps and tried to eliminate the flood, my clothes and hair were completely wet and splattered with that acrid green and yellow odorous liquid soap. My whole body and head itched.

“Yaron, this is unbearable! I can’t stand this anymore, please take the packet with our things and run soon!”

We closed the door and took to ran to the diving club.
I sobbed softly and tapped my teeth on my way from the cold and stress.

“Yaron, Yaron! So it can’t be! Look as if someone is chasing me and again and again is sprinkling on me this soapy liquid from the dispenser? Now I again hear this sound, as if someone presses the sprayer and I feel more caustic liquid falling on my hair. How is this possible …? “

“Finally, here it is, the diving club. We got.”

We went into the brightly lit hall of the villa, where people were sitting and doing some kind of their own, ordinary, so cute, routine businesses.

“Yaron, it’s great that there are always people here and it’s so cozy and calm!
But look, Aviv (club manager) is coming to us, you talk to him, and I will run to wash myself in the Sweet apartments, fortunately, they are free, and the key is hanging there. It is better that no one sees me up close in such a “soapy” look, because how to explain this?”

I hurriedly ran to the shower and turned on the water, dreaming of finally washing myself.

“Well, calm down already, please! I need to wash off this chemistry!” – I turned to someone invisible.

But it did not want to calm down and now it was throwing my own things at me right into the shower stall – a shirt, sandals, etc.

I have picked them up and laid them on the bathroom floor and sobbing quietly, tried to ignore what was happening as much as possible.

Gradually everything began to calm down.

“Yaron, how nice it is to see familiar friendly people and feel warm and safe!
This is a very pleasant feeling!
Are you starting to move away from stress too? “
“Yes, you know, we must have looked so weird when we got here, but Aviv didn’t even ask anything. Sometimes he’s so cute!”

How Amazing Life is!
At that time we did not yet know what new unexpected “adventures” have been prepared for us in the apartment on Grape Lane.

More on this is in the next episode.

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Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Season 1. Episode 5. Conversations not with a person, not with a robot. And with whom????

“Yaron, tell me, aren’t you tired of living in the diving club? Do you want to find a separate cozy apartment for us?”

“I don’t know, honestly I don’t care.”

“And I want to. No, I like that I don’t have to go to work in the morning, I like to lunch in the yard at different tables and…

Simultaneously admire the blue of the Gulf of Aqaba and the delicate tints of the colors of my beloved Edom Mountains, but I want to have my own space.

I want us to have a separate apartment with a large courtyard, where can enjoy the silence, peace and solitude, be alone with your thoughts, but here is always crowded. You looked at yad 2 today, is there something new?”

“Yes, of course there is, I’ll call now”

“Tell the money and checks are already in my bag.” (in order to rent an apartment in Israel for a year, the owner is issued bank checks for 12 months in advance)

“Good! I said that, but the hostess says that she needs to cook the soup, it is better to call her later. And I thought that it was more important for people to rent an apartment out than to cook soup.”

“Yes, amazing. Me too. Call someone else.”

“Here an elderly woman says that her grandson will show the apartment later, but now he needs to take a bath.”

“Yeah, strange owners, won’t say anything! It seems that they really don’t need renting out an apartment, but they want to play a trick on us.”

“Finally! I found an apartment and we can come to see it closer to 5 pm, that is, we can already go out.”

“Hurray! Let’s go quickly, I’m in impatience!”

“Yaron, is there an apartment for rent in this house? Maybe this is the one with such a pretty yard, how do you think?”

“I don’t know. Let’s call the hostess.”

“Good evening! We made an appointment with you to rent an apartment. We are near the house.”

“Okay. I’m at a hardware store, choosing goods for repair. I’ll be there in half an hour. Will you wait?” – said a woman’s voice in the phone.

“Of course! We would like to rent an apartment today if we like it. We have the money and checks with us. We are waiting for you! Did I say that correctly?”

“Of course, Yaron! I’m glad we finally found something real.”

“Yaron, call the hostess again, ask where she is, see how much time has passed.”

“Yes, I’m already typing her.
Good evening again! How long will it take to arrive and show you the apartment? “

“I’m at the checkout. Now I’m counting out! I can not talk.”

“A strange hostess, don’t you think, Yaron? It seems that she is not at all in the mood to rent out an apartment. Call her back again.”

“Hello! Should we wait for you?” – the son asked laconically.

“Yes, of course. Now I will pick up the child from the kindergarten on the way and drive up, show the apartment. The apartment is good, if we conclude an agreement today, then I will reduce well the price.”

“Great! Let’s hope Yaron!”

“Of course, I think we’ll have to wait.”

“Yaron, this is already unbearable, call again!”

“Excuse me, where are you already?”

“The child wanted a chocolate bar on the way. We are already in the store next to the house.”

“Yeah, it looks like they’re playing a trick on us, but why?”

“Yaron, call the landlady for the last time.”

“Excuse me, are we waiting for you or not?” – asked the son.

Voice in the phone: “Of course, wait, if you want to see the apartment. The apartment and the price is good, it will go away quickly. I’m in a black Nissan crossover, I’m already driving up to the parking lot next to the house, you’ll see me.”

“Yaron, I think it’s completely pointless to stay further. Not a single black Nissan has driven up and parked during this time.
It looks like someone just laughed at us …
We waited four hours!!!”

Or it was like this …

“Yaron, why doesn’t the owner of the house tell you the address if he really wants to rent out the apartment? You told him that we are ready to conclude an agreement today?”


“So what? We’ve been looking for some house without an address for an hour now, guided by the owner’s instructions.”

“He says that we are almost there. Is this the intersection of Argaman and Yotam streets?” – the son asked the owner of the rental house.

“Yes. There is house 192 on the corner, and the next one …”

“1 9 4 ??? !!!” – my son and I screamed at the same time.

“Yaron, these streets are parallel, of course, there is no such house.”

“Ha-ha! Fool!” – said a woman’s voice in English in the phone, although before that we spoke with a man in Hebrew.

“Yaron, what is this? Is it really laughter or did it hear to me?”

“Ha ha! Fool!” – the voice in the phone spoke clearly and distinctly once again.

“How can it be, Yaron? Who were we talking to?”

And whose voice does it sound like? Is really to mine? Do you understand anything?”

“Nothing! I understand very clearly only one thing – that the viewing of the apartment is clearly not taking place today.”

“That’s for sure.”

We were completely at a loss, and to be honest, we were overwhelmed with violent emotions at such an incomprehensible behavior of the owners of the apartments, and we told everyone at work – divers and employers and tourists – about it, and people in response to these stories looked at us strangely.

It didn’t even occur to us then – that all these strange telephone conversations were fake and that we were not talking to people.

We realized this much later.

To be continued…

A Wonderful travel through Amazing Life!

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We really hope that the unusual events described there will interest you. A reality in which objects fly and disappear by themselves, from somewhere above, out of nowhere … coffee and sugar are pouring in, the washing machine turns on by itself, and fakes call with the voices of friends and tell amazing stories and often amusing real-life incidents in the book “Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Part 1.”

Unexplained episodes from everyday life Season 1. Episode 4. An obsessive melody … from nowhere … and other adventures at the Diving Club “A”

That night, my son and I comfortably settled in Family, a cozy apartment on the ground floor with a separate exit to the courtyard.

“Good night, dear” – I said to my son, falling into a dream and suddenly, almost jumped on the bed, … again this obsessive melody of the song “Let me move drunk on the dance floor …”

“Well, after all, we are no longer on Eilot! This song is like a nightmare! Where does it come from? I don’t even want to remember the so-called “adventures” in that apartment on Eilot Street with neighbors who are lovers of alcohol!
Where does this sound come from, as if it comes from the son’s bed?

“Yaron, did you take your phone with you and is it now “having fun” under your pillow?” – I asked.

“No, I didn’t take it, it stayed on the charger in the lobby of the villa, we took only your phone here and it lies on the table and obviously the sound is not coming from it.”

“Yaron, how inconvenient it is! You know that there is a hostel across the wall from us, where the guys who work here spend the night. What will they think of us? That we are secret alcoholics?”

“Let’s see, maybe the phone has teleported and lies under the pillow or mattress?”

“Yaron, I don’t understand how this can be. We shook up all the bed linen, pillows, and mattress, but found nothing, and the sound is still coming from your bed. Do you understand anything?

Do you know that, according to the logic of things, the sound could only come from your phone, let’s go see all the same and is it really in the lobby of the villa or not?”

“I do not mind, I am also interested, let’s go!” – answered the son.

“Yes, here it is, on the spot. I don’t understand anything! Well, let’s go back to sleep.”
“Yes, everything seems to have calmed down. Maybe even will get enough sleep” – we thought hopefully, returning to Family and plunging into a sweet slumber.

“Oh, it seems to be starting again! Yaron, I already have hair and a pillow and a jacket, everything is wet”

Indeed, as if someone invisible from nowhere, from above and from the side, periodically splashed at me about a bowl of clean cool water at a time.

“Yaron, I still won’t be able to sleep, I’m already all wet, let’s go outside!”

We ran out of the apartment, but the invisible one seemed unable to calm down and continued to splash water in us in the yard.

“Let’s go there, outside the territory of the villa, there are benches nearby, maybe we can take a nap there.
Water was poured over again!
Let’s go there to Love Square!

And here the same thing!
And here, too, this watering does not stop! I’m already all wet, as if I’ve bathed in the sea.
And today there is still such a strong wind. I was already completely chilled. Yaron, can we try to return to Family? It’s even warm there.”

“Let’s try, we are not risking anything” – said the son.

“I hope no one will watch the video camera tomorrow, as we run all night here, otherwise they will just consider us crazy.”

“Anyway, what to do now?”

” Yes, you are right.”

We returned to “Family”.

“Yaron, our beds are all wet, let’s turn the mattresses over with the dry side”


“Yes, we tried in vain! Again! Well, now they are already wet! All our attempts to take a nap today are clearly doomed to failure. Let’s go for a walk a little, soon it’s already five in the morning.”

At about 6 in the morning, when we returned to the apartment, everything finally calmed down and, oddly enough, we both did not feel tired, but felt an amazing feeling of inner relief, as if this water cleared us, washing away some unnecessary dirt on the energy-information plane …

I think it was so…
And the sound seemed to come from the son’s phone, which instantly teleported from one place to another, so we could not find it.

After all, this Life is really Amazing, it is full of secrets and mysteries, and how an exciting journey through it!

To be continued…