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Time is of the essence, and while the British are on holiday and their offices are closed, the Hun has not been complacent. No-One Knew Me Today I’ve prepared another script as a follow-up to the previous one titled The Letter in Italian with the emphasis on my situation and on the work being proposed to Italy. I’m holding out besieged in England and have no memory of what happened before the end of the year 2018 and how I got here . Over the past seven years there was only five pounds in my bank account, and the British authorities stated they don’t know anything about me and only came across my presence in October 2025 in the transit room where they served a note to quit, after which my residence became a tent. My memory following the end of 2018 is vague and disconnected and is more vivid when the tent became my house – I think somewhere in early November ’25. Party prints are helping me out as a diary, they join some dots, but what I do remember very clearly is that ...

Thirty silver pounds can go a long way: they managed to cancel all recollection of what I did in England and why I’m here. Must have backfired! The Letter One very last attempt has been made by Angela’s brother at contacting Italy. The text, written in my Sunday best Italian, bears sole reference to the Italian Church starting with its origins which my sister in Mexico with the help of myself wishes to research. For now there is no indication of previous work in Italy but that can wait. The presentation continues with its author living in a tent in England with no income of any kind for the past seven years and just some limited money to live off from his own pocket. In the letter it’s absent how I got to England and what I’m doing here nor is there mention of any memory ever having done anything in this country. It would appear my past was whitewashed and consequently my mental records have been swiped with the exception of having lived in Italy at some time in the past and r...

Will the Italian State in defiance of all foreign interference unblock the road for Angela’s return? For this to happen, her brother must first return to the cover of a canopy. Germany and Self-Condemnation On sending Freundin to Germany, I was following the rules of the German Mother. The Second Weimar Republic in 2018 had decided to sacrifice the Rhine Church and maintained this position, so in 2022 she departed for the Land of the Rhine. How die Wirtin was going to go about her work wasn’t for me to decide or to interfere in, the preliminary mission being to clear out. Mädel is the expert in managing a Wirtschaft , and my assumption was she’d convince the Germans that the Adenauer established parties were incapable of running an economy. With Alexandra helping out, it looked all good as the coalition in Berlin in that year very quickly lost its majority support in the opinion polls. Then came February 2025 with an ox pulling the cart following orders from those wielding...

Mädel sent a message when I left the transit room: Don’t surrender! No Reply With Consequences Angela never spoke to me about Italy since her last words on the matter somewhere around mid 2025, and since the 28th September we are both too upset to talk much about anything. Still I asked her whether she remembered the instructions received from the Russian many years ago while we had been visiting England for a week trying to secure a work contract – which never happened then or ever after. She refused to illuminate, reminding me that the work was supposed to be accomplished in Italy, that she had started it but received no reply when one should have been forthcoming and that therefore it was terminated half way through. The research was supposed to have been part of her studies into the Italian Church and equally into the Rus, but when her initial introduction to the Italian ecclesia was cut short in Italy, it ended there. My sister has spiritual contacts In High whereas her ...

Many years ago, those people should have dropped their arrogance and gone to Valjevo as Angela had offered and bowed their head to the Serbian Holy Mother and Child in the church of Pokrova Presvete Bogorodice ! The Serbian Terminator Switch In continuation of the events narrated in the last Party post A Fortnight in the Woods , people will ask: ‘Who succeeded against whom in the dispute between the Serbian Holy Mother on one side and on the opposing side the human holy fathers in Belgrade and the Rotten Board they used as a quick exit out of Serbian Land?’. Considering that my sister Angela went at the start to the Serbian town of Valjevo where she entered into maternal schooling with the Mother and Child of the Serbian Nation, and that brother funded her travels and stay while those of the human institution were only waiting for his financial reserves to be exhausted and then activate the trapdoor, we need conclude that his available funds in that period didn’t run out befo...

Once activated, the power is shut off for good. A Proposal Rejected Adding to this, a month earlier in March 2024 a demand for £33.000 plus the interest had arrived and this was a foul blow on top of all that was already being dealt. Child Needed Care Anyway, Angela had told me in no uncertain terms that this Child could not wait and so I had no option but to carry through my part while located here in the transit room, which is German Reichs territory of the German Mother. The work was complete around October 2024. Not long after that date, or maybe in that very month, the German Mother showed me my part was accomplished. No Surrender to the Serpent Not having surrendered to the Diabolic in 2019 – precisely on the 1st September of that month, brother Hun narrated the event in the Party print El Boligrafo Mexicano – Many Pens in Mexico , posted on the 29th April 2021 but written entirely on the 1st September 2019 so soon as the event occurred. Angela informed me th...

Surrender is not inevitable, especially when it’s the Church of a nation they demand be surrendered, the spiritual Mother of a nation and the Child. A Dignified End Yesterday I was going to style out a post at The Party but then remembered Alexandra’s words shortly before my sister hastily made off for Mexico in 2019 to evade the British: It’s not worth it! Thus it dawned on me: it wasn’t worth the paper it would be written on. The problem on which the case pivoted was self-evident, namely they wanted to inflict spiritual Ruination upon the German Mother. So whatever the case was which had this end in mind, it wasn’t even worthy of mention. The best I could think of was a dignified solution to the matter rather than a tortured and tormented struggle to the bitter inevitable end. So here is the Hun’s sermon: Reap the harvest you sowed, go where you must, Amen! They Claimed! As we know, the British sent over a massive fine in February 2024 with part two being that in Septem...