The Research from Aachen
German Pages
While I can’t remember whether reference to this was made in the past at
The Party, yet there was a time when I was staying in Aachen. Angela was
also there and research was carried out into New Testament scripture. This was
many years ago, and the other day I looked among my belongings in the tent
where currently I’m holding out and came across some of this work.
Written in German, it bore the date of a period which remained vivid in
my memory. Angela and I used to go to the cathedral in Aachen, and while she
tended to stay for longer periods inside, I’d wonder around the outer buildings
and visit the shops, enjoying pilgrim-kekse and a glass of beer.
On holding these German pages in my hands, a thought occurred to me: This
must never fall to the British police! Should they ever try interrogating
me, I must not hand this work over to them, because if I don’t, no-one
else has permission to.
Cheating, lying and trying to steal from the German Holy Mother would
constitute an unsurmountable barrier resulting in a net interdiction. If they
got this work handed over to them, they’d dig a hole in the ground and bury it!
My intention is to return home to Germany, for the travel documents are
ready, all I still need are the funds. Once there, I’ll contact Angela in
Mexico and she’ll come and join me.
Evicted into the Street
Readers at The Party will be aware that I lost all memory of
when, how or why I got to England, and that in October 2025 I was ordered out
into the street by the British government authorities who caused me to become
homeless starting the following month. The note to quit which they gave me
required my departure by the second of November, so I exited a day earlier in
order not to give the British the satisfaction of physically propelling me
through the door and landing me flat on the concrete ground outside.
Everything that was in the house which I couldn’t take, they took, even
though these were privately-owned and essential belongings, including the
fridge with the food in it, the cooker with grill and hotplates, the washing
machine, my sauna infrastructure, the furniture, the pots, pans, casseroles,
plates, bowls, cups, glasses, the toaster, the kettle, the cutlery and hundreds
of pounds worth of food in the magazines.
Roaming in the street hungry with a tent and rucksack on my back, I
took to the wilderness. The British claimed to have never come across me prior
to October 2025, to have never known about my existence and had said, on
serving me the eviction order, that I should never have been there at all.
On the 28th of September 2025, my life had been scarred in an
irreparable way from which I can never recover in this life, and I was grieving
when they ordered me out into the gutters. Before achieving this, they had stolen
the household savings through false declarations made in a public British
government office for a total of twenty-eight thousand pounds.
My memory of England died soon after the 28th September, and that was
terminal!
A Diagnosis
Somewhere around January 2026, Angela contacted her brother. Informing me not to
see what I was about to witness with my eyes and not to communicate what I was
about to hear her say, she proceeded to pronounce a diagnosis, it was very
clear, and I her brother was privy to its implications. And I said nothing.
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