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Zenzo Mnqobi M. Mpofu

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London Postcard Starting point, 1999, While doing a travel guide reseach in London with Sektor K, Aarhus, Denmark, also called the millenium project, because of the new 2000 millenium, on you marks, get set, ready, mean time. During the millennium preparations to go to London with Projekthuset, Sektor K. Aarhus, to do the a research to produce a London city guide for the Kilroy travel agency. We were a group of 11 students and 3 teachers. At the beginning we were 13, but students two dropped out before we traveled. Before we traveled, a guy from Spies travel agency came and gave a speech. The founder of Spies travel agency and the founder of the Dansk folke parti (the Danish right wing parti) were pals. This guy from Spies who was giving a speech went on to say that as soon one lands at the African airport, Africans, just grab your bags and you see one running that side and another running that side. They started arguing about politics. I was very quiet. One of the girls turned out to be a strong defender of Dansk Folke Parti, especial its leader Pia Kjaersgaard, whom she regarded as a very intelligent and the most able person. As we arrived in London this girl turned out to be not so good in English. I thought for this reason she said to me l should make sure l was always next to her. A day after as we were standing in the London underground, one guy from Iran in the same project charged her all of a sudden, so explosively, like electric sparks, He wanted to kill the Swedish girl, in a sudden death style. (Princess Diana, dont forget copycat) He was mean, accusing her of having looked at him, which meant that she was a witch in Islam. "Why you look at me?, why you look at me?, I hate you, You are a witch". He threatened her with all kinds of distruction, Princess Diana style, who was crushed in the tunnel. His eyes were moving from her to me and from me to her. He was shacking, but could not dare come near her, because he could see l was readying to kick him to the train that was coming, and he was taken away without any incident. One day l took her to eat and she told me, that she as a Swedish girl voted for Dansk folke parti because of their child care policies. She too was a mother of two. In 1999 during the millennium preparations we went to London with Projekthuset, Sektor K. Aarhus, to do the a research to produce a London city guide for the Kilroy travel agency. London underground In the London underground the Iranian in the same project wanted to kill the Swedish girl, in a sudden death style. (Princess Diana, copycat)He was mean, accusing her of having looked at him, which meant that she was a witch in Islam. "Why you look at me in the eyes?, why you look at me?, I hate you, You are a witch". He threatened her with all kinds of distruction, Princess Diana style, who was crushed in the tunnel. His eyes were moving from her to me and from me to her. He was shacking, but could not dare come near her, because he could see l was readying to kick him to the train that was coming. He was taken away without any incident.One day l took her to eat and she told me, that she as a Swedish girl voted for Dansk folke parti because of their child care policies of which she had two, kidergarden aged kids. At the Dungeons Museum, The Museum for people who were subjected to gruesome human rights abuses. Were three in our team, one of the guys in our team, got cold feet and did not want to come in with us. Inside, there are screems of women who were accused of being witches having their heads chopped Taleban style assasination. But this happened during the inquisition when they were killing witches in Europe, like the Iranian wanted to kill the Swedish girl. At about 12:00noon GMTwe went to the museum Kantine, and ordered some fish and ships as there was mad cow deases problems. The black waitress came with some fish and ships but no ketchup. We asked if we had to pay extra for ketchup, then she said " No lm coming!" The waitress came with two handsfull of ketchup packs (the size you get in McDonalds) and dropped them like the ten commandments at our table 12`O clock sharp,Greenwich Mean Time, while l was was sitting with the same Swedish girl, the Iranian had called a witch . We got shock but she walked her way behind the counter as if nothing had happened. As she stood there behind the counter l could see she was charged wanting to give us more, but we were stuned. Words were not coming. I just smiled to cheerup the Swedish girl. After this we went to Greenwich village. Greenwich, Green Mean Time GMT code for BBC world service, Zero Degrees for geographers, Ground Zero, or Z for the code for Military and Aviation and Amatuer radio.shii shiii shii noise (dont forget) As we arrived in Greenwich everything started turning around and confusing as if l was an F16 pilot cruising in mac 3. The day we were to return to Denmark, everyone with kids were showing what they had bought for their kids but she had bought nothing because she was paying allmost a lot for her kids in kindergarden. Back in Denmark, she never showed up in the project. They said she got sick and l was overruled when l asked to visit her. In 2001 l wokeup with a strong dream. In the dream l saw many journalist who were taking pictures of a man who was lying in the middle of the roads that cross like X as the pattern of the Union jake flag. See also the pagan circle. The man was as big as an elephant that was lying down. These many, many journalist were saying its my father who died, but l could see its not my father. Then the man said in my father`s voice, Zenzo l am still alive. l started work at the hotel 9/11/ 2001 and later that after noon the planes hit the towers, and brought them to their knees, in Ground Zero. Greenwich Mean time, Zero Degrees, Ground Zero, or Z for the code for Military and Aviation. I saw a lot of journalist as l had seen then in a dream two days before. So many, many, many journalist l saw on 9/11 2001. I started at BE PROFILLER in mid January 2006. Soon the Danish flag started burning. It was not good for new beginners as the firm was multi racial. Then came the city bus conflict that lasted for two months. I could not take a bike because it provokes my knee, so l had to walk two hours to work and do nine hours of hard labor, carrying a bunch of 5,8m of wood in my shoulders all day and then walk again two House back home. The weather was bad in 2006. It was raining all the time as soon as l was on my way to and from work. Under the Israeli/Lebanon Conflict in 2006 The Postcard from Germany In summer 2006, l was on a weekend visit to Berlin. I took a train in Aarhus Central station to change in Kolding to a train that was going to Berlin. AS l changed trains in Kolding l came in with an older Jewish man who said he was 67 years, and a church fanatic. In our compartment was a this big guy from Norway. As we entered Germany we were joined by an elderly Germany woman of about 60 to 65 years of age. About two stops later we were joined by a Germany army batalion on their weekend leave but still in uniforms. The guy from Norway`s small brother had fallen from the bike in Germany so this big brother was going to pick the bike. The old Jewish old man was going to Czech, but wanted to pass by at the Berlin to see a friend whom he had studied with some years back. The conversation was nice and easy going. Then the Germany guys came to say maybe they will be sent to Lebanon, on a peace keeping mission between Hezbollah and Israel. "Just forget about Hezbollah and just go after their women and children and run over them with your leopard tankers", this old man said explosively. The Germans got chock, as if lightning had passed in front of them. They turned to each other at the same time. Their necks were pulled, their arms were to their knees as if knives were going to be pulled. This was a monster that had risen to their height. They turned at this Jewish old man and said you your self what nationality are you? He said guess? They said Czech? He said no! They said Polish! He said guess again! Then they said "now you must tell us what nationality you are"? He said Danish! Now he had poured petrol on fire. They got mad and said "No you can not be Danish"! "No Danish has this morale to tell us to go and run over innocent women and children, tell us what your nationality is?" He pulled his brown Danish pass and was waving it saying "l m Danish, lm Danish". They argued til we changed trains in Hamburg. As they were leaving the train they gave him a green pen written Germany army with black letters. They said "Germany army don't forget". This old man, the old Germany lady and l continued with this train to Berlin. This man was still saying its the Germany army who did not understand, he was just doing his work for his church. He was no longer interested to talk to me because l had shaken with the German guys for the arguments they put. The old lady got off one stop before Berlin Central station and we went to Central station. The whole episode had made the old man to change his mind about going to the Berlin Institute of Theology. As we arrived he had to hurry and change his ticket, to a train that was leaving to Prag in three minutes. This old man had made noise saying that he started as a church activist in Denmark back in the sixties, making a lot of havoc to what was not according to the law of the bible. He had worked in a Kibbutz project in Israel, and done some missionary work in Norway. He accused the Danish of wanting to die in rocking chair. He wanted to die in the battle field for his god. The next day as l came walking in the street a huge Germany crane fell on top of the Mercedes benz taxi and a porch sport car right overhead that was parked underneath right. I said damn, that old man is dangerous. No rocking chair for the old people who came by taxi to visit the guy in porch car. Or was someone sending a message that God is great, we should not think about materialism, by crushing the best of of best German engineering. On my way back l sat with another one who said he was a Den, now living in Germany. He was a small man with red hair and his eyes were sunk and strained as if he had come from the bunkers of Lebanon. He had some fruit import business with some Canadians. They also imported apples from Lebanon. Now the war in Lebanon was raging and nobody knew when it would end. As he was the one responsible for strategy he did not know what to do. I said what about Cape Town? South African apples are good also. He hit himself and said why did l not think about it. He then asked how it was in Aarhus, where l live. I said to him sometimes the police and kids chase one another. I saw the man sink in agony, then l realized, l should not have said it. I arrived in Aarhus in the late afternoon. After taking a shower l went to bed. I was woken up by the smell of smoke. The kind of smoke we saw coming from Gaza. The apartment above me was totally burnt. There was noway out in the staircases. The firefighters got me out. I thought that old man was after me trying to cover his tracks. Aarhus City of Smiles, Denmark, Postcard Museumgade (Museumstreet) 14 October 2006 As l was walking on city centre pavement in Museumgade (museum street) Aarhus, City of smiles, Denmark on the 14th of October 2006 at 12 O`clock sharp, l was hit by a bottle thrown from the third floor apartment and fell on my knees like the world Trade Center. The bottle exploded on my head and perished in small, small pieces, but felt like metal, remember the crane in Berlin. l fell so hard that my pants got holes around the knee area. Just as the waitress in the Dungeons museum dropped two hands full Ketchup like the ten Commandments at our table at 12 noon GMT.and brought me on my knees like the world trade center, by a sharp knock that affected my neck and backbone. There was a smell of death and unusual colours. I touched my head it was blood like the ketchup in Dungeons museum. I was confused and the question that rang in my mind was what is the meaning about this. I started crawling catchup or you are ketchup. The old man said no rocking chair. One lady was trying to get me to lay down. "Lay down, lay down,l am a nurse, l know what lm doing" she was shouting. She managed to put me at easy some distant away and gave me first aid while her husband was calling the police. They lived in the next staircase, from where the bottle came from. She sent her daughter to get some plasters and ice. By the time the ambulance arrived 30min. later she had managed to stop the bleeding. I have no words to thank for their generosity As l was being taken to the hospital by ambulance the police went up to where the bottle came from. About ten mininutes later they followed me at the hospital. The told me that it was just an accident. They then asked what l did after l was hit. l told them l started crawling away. This made them so angry and they charged towards me asking why l did that? Why l crawled away ? He could not see me anymore! now the state shall make sure l never ever shall crawl again. Now they were going to close the case as an accident. As they were driving away l asked them about compansation. They then turned and gave me the name and telephone number of the flat owner, Søren Iversen. Søren Iversen told me that he and some of his freinds were sitting in the living room when Magnus Kleineman came from the bedroom and told them that something fell out. The then looked out and did not see anything not even the many people who were gathering pointing where the bottle came from. What a great lie? During the week the court in Danmark had cleared the guys behind the Muhammed Cartoons for any wrong doing. The whole Danmark had anticipatated more trouble after Muslim friday the 13th of October 2006. prayers. Tentions were high on both sides Christians and Muslins which was why l did not go to the city cultural festival that nite, for fear of being mistaken for a Muslim , only to get hit the next day, just two months after witnesing a Danish Jewish old man tryng get young German soldiers to go and commite atrocities under Israeli/ Lebanon conflict. A move that was going to be called few bad apples. Now again under Mohammed cartoons conflict a young man with a German name hits me, so hard that l wake from the dead, unprovocked and its called just one of those things like the few bad apple saga. In Berlin as l came walking in the street a huge Germany crane fell on top of the Mercedes benz taxi and a porch sport car right overhead that was parked underneath right. I said damn, that old man is dangerous. No rocking chair for the old people who came by taxi to visit the guy in porche car. Or was someone sending a message that God is great, we should not think about materialism, by crushing the best of of best German engineering. The kind of thick black smoke we saw coming from Gaza, that came from the apartment above me which was totally burnt, closing my staircases, and the now l was hit by a bottle but it felt like a metal, as it was with the mercedes benz and porche sport car in Berlin next to me is a prestigeous man coming out of prestigeous car , in a place where well off families buy porche apartments for their kids, as Soeren Iversen`s flat was owned by his family. Somebody is flying a false flag. Was this just an accident or or Was it Dens who were cooking something under cover? Was it, that Danish Jewish old man was after me trying to cover his tracks? or did the Germans think l came with a Danish Jewish old man on a mission? or or was it a conspiracy of many interlligences. Who said the terror attack was good news for right wing parties? Torben who was in our team but did not want to come in the Dungeons museum with us lives in this block, in museumgade (Museumstreet) where l was brought down at 12 o`clock noon on my knees, biblically like the waitress dropped two handsfull ketchup at our table like the ten commandments (biblically)at 12 noon GMT. Later when l met Torben he was too sick and could hardly move his feet just as he got cold feet at the Dungeons. What a coincedance? But Torben is not involved, Magnus Kleineman, the robust small man is the man behind the bottle. Torben only connects me to Dungeons museum where he got cold feet and did not want to come in with us and where the waitress dropped two handsfull ketchup at our table like the ten commandments (biblically)at 12 noon GMT like l was brought down at 12 o`clock noon on my knees, biblically in museumgade (Museumstreet). -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Magnus effect Was that bottle meant to kill me or to kick start something? Codan Klieneman The small man connects me to Codan and Codan connects me to Former USA president BIll Clinton on his way to Brondby Football Stadium. Brøndby football club is sponsored by Codan, the insurance company of Magnus Kleineman, the one who bought me down on my knees like the world Trade Center and , the police said Magnus Klieneman and his friends were fine young guys, as Brøndby football players are regarded, why did l crawl from ground zero in museumgade? He could not see me anymore, why l did that? asked the police. Now the state will make sure that l shall never, ever crawl away again. The Codan the insurance company refused to compensate me fully, referring me to Kommune the organ of the state that the police said would make sure that l shall never ever crawl away again from ground zero like those WTC towers. Brøndby football team T - shirts are yellow and blue with a big Codan name across the upper stomach, a sign of prestige. Fifty thousand of these would attend, and all the politicians who pose as friends of America and allies on the war on terror. What a manifestation of power for the fine young guys who brought me down on my knees in museum street and they said now the state shall make sure l shall never ever crawl away again like those towers yet Bill Clinton`s mission was associated with the campaign on the war on terror that was started by the attack that brought the world Trade Center on its knees and its now a museum. By going to Brondby Football stadium Clinton was now made to look he had come to compliment those who had brought me down on my knees like the World Trade Center and doomed me to museum just like those towers, a move that was to make him look like a hypocrate. I ran to hit Codan windows just to bounce back to where Clinton was writing autographs soon afer the police who knew about Clinton`s timetable had relised me. I took the phone and phoned Tove Bartelsen of Codan. I told them that under this premise, there was noway l would let them give Bill Clinton the Brøndby T - shirt with a Codan name on it. Tove Bartelsen of Codan was arrogant as usual. She screamed and shouted me out of my ears. I was not far from Codan, so l ran to the supermarket and bought eight cheap beers. I did not drink them, l ran back to Codan and hit their tall front windows so hard that they had cracks like lighting storm, only just to bounce back at Clinton. After the police had taken a statement, l was on my way then l saw a small group of people of about 15 to 20 standing outside the hotel, where Clinton was. Its only seven minutes walk from Codan. Then l saw police motorbikes. I went there and there he (Clinton) was giving autographs. The first thing that l noticed about him is that he was my height. He was looking down, writing autographs, talking to one guy wishing him good luck about something, Little did Clinton know that he was doomed, this was planned ahead and timed with military precision The police had said its not Kleineman, the small man who brought me down with a bottle in museumgade like NY TWC, now l was standing in front of this big guy. I was not armed but l had a Nokia 8200e. That phone is so handy and so strong that it can bring down a buffalo head on, if you swing it like a short put. I had a good view of him and good cover from the small crowd. If l got him in the stomach he would have come down on his knees, and if l hit him on those long chics of his like that waitress did to me in Aarhus Disco tech it would send him crawling on the ground. Back in 2001 l wokeup with a strong dream. In the dream l saw many journalist who were taking pictures of a man who was lying in the middle of the roads that cross like X as the pattern of the Union jake flag. The man was as big as an elephant that was lying down. These many, many journalist were saying its my father who died, but l could see its not my father. Then the man said in my father`s voice, Zenzo l am still alive. l started work at the hotel 9/11/ 2001 and later that after noon the planes hit the towers, and brought them to their knees, in Ground Zero. Greenwich Mean time, Zero Degrees, Ground Zero, or Z for the code for Military and Aviation. I saw a lot of journalist as l had seen then in a dream two days before. So many, many, many journalist l saw on 9/11 2001. Danish Folke Parti became strong after the 9/11 attacks After l realised l had been setup l escaped to Malmo, Sweden. The Train from Gøteborg Later that afternoon l decided to continue from Malo to Stockholm. As l was buying the ticket l was told to take the train that was leaving in three minutes so l could connect to the train that was coming from Gøteborg to Stockholm at some smallstation further on which they wrote down for me. We arrived at that small station at about 20:00 hours Central european time, but there was no train stopping here anymore til the next day at 10:30 CET. Then the station guard ordered everybody out, as he was now closing the station. I explained my situationand he said well l will lock you inside here but do not let anybody in. If you want to smoke stand between the sliding doors because if you go out you cannot come in and if you smoke inside the smoke alarm will activate. At about ten there came some small kids aged betwéen 8 and 12 from my judgement. They wanted to come in but l just spread my ams to show that l was powerless. They then started crushing bottles out there but l just ignored them thinking they werte just local kids they would go home some time. At about 22:00hours CET. the went their way. At about midnight came three older men, and sat at the bench out there, and never asked if l could let them in. Then after sometime two of them left and one remained sitting out the on the bench. I layed my self on the bench inside to sleep. At about three am l woke up to see the man still sitting out there and the ground was now covered with ice not snow but cold ice. I feared the man would die of frost so l went to the door and as the sliding doors opened the man stoodup and ran inside with his head down. He sat there with his head down all night. The station guard came at six am and as he saw the old man sitting there, he looked at me with a charged stare of breaking the promise not to let anybody in, but l said to him l just let him in e was freezing. The guard never said anything he just pressed some buttons and left. The old man took the bus at seven am and my train came at eleven am cet. I arrived in Stockholm late that afternoon. My escape from the setup to disturb Clinton on his way to Brøndby Stadium connects me to the the train from Gøteborg where that the girl the Iranian had called her a witch and whom l was with in Dungeons museum kantine when the waitress dropped two handsfull of ketchup at our table like the ten commandments (biblical) is born but voted for Danish Folke Parti because of their childcare policies. The train from Gøterborg leaves strong memories. There are under aged kids wondering about late at night crushing bottles, and there is an old man with his head down, a sign of big, big social problem he dont know how to come out of. Kids crushing bottles connect me to Klieneman, who hit me down in museumgade with a bottle and started a big social problem for me. The old man with his head down, a sign of big, big social problem he dont know how to come out of. In Stockholm just opposite the Central Traim Station is the Swedish world Trade Center. Outside here l saw a lot of under aged kids with blue and yellow and red marks in their faces, a sign of narcotics abuse. The child, who used to come crying in many of my repeated dreams as if it was in the Mexican City open air rubbish dumping places (once the largest in the world) and the children who have red/yellow and blue marks outside the Swedish World Trade Center are caught up in something they do not know how to get out of. The Mexican City open air rubbish dumping places and the New York TWC ground zero all have similar heavy truck noise that were a problem after l was hit. The noise of heavy trucks starting in traffic lights, motorbikes, noise from construction sites was unbearable, nabours who bore holes all the time, road works machines and renovations that were all over town, were a big problem to me, and all the problems associated with being unemployed and homeless. Then somedays later I went to the old Stockholm town which lies behind the Royal palace and the Swedish parliament. As l was picking Royal postcards l felt so weak, after some time l left. As l was going my way l saw a lot of Japanese smart businessmen and their bags of cameras. The sheer size of their numbers made me curious and l followed a bit. Just to find myself inside the Royal court yard. The Royals do not live here anymore its now a museum, for tourist. It was also time out for the Royal guards who were playing music out there suddenly l was left with a group of Japanese smart businessmen who were now crowded at the entrance with their bags of cameras. The courtyard had alot of loose stones. Remember the journalist who were taking pictures in the dream, the day before 9/11, 2001. This was another one that came behind my back. As l approached the entrance l suddenly got cold feet. remember Torben who got cold feet at the Dungeons, and did not want to come in with us and later turned out to live in the same Museum street that l was hit six years later. Driven by the blue and yellow colours of the Brøndby Football team, which is sponsored by Codan the insurence of the guy who knocked me down on my knees in museumgade, just to find my self guided by the same the blue and yellow colours of the Swedish Flag, and again recieved by Blue and yellow home colours of the Brazilian football team where the Swedish Queen is born and the region of South America from where the child, who used to come in many of my dreams crying as if it was in the Mexican city rubbish dumping places and the Swedish Palace turned into a museum like the Inca palace for tourists and the smart business men from the World Trade Center. Clinton came from Sweden to Denmark, of which l am sure he had also visited the Swedish World Trade Center there. I thought l was avoiding an act of terror against Clinton just to bounce back to World Trade Center in Sweden. Everthing just was coming behind my back no matter what move l made to avoid trouble. The Swedish Queen, and the smart business men appear as it was with Clinton and his visit to Brøndby Stadium, (which is sponsored by Codan the insurence of the guy who brought me down on my knees in museumgade), as if they just compliment those, who do not care about the small man who has been subjected gruesome human rights abuses, and is lying in ground zero. Another day I was invited by some african brothers to their house but to my surprise their house had no pictures on the walls at all. All the rooms, even bathroom and kitchen were decorated by the star of David, star of David, star of David all around. The blue and yellow colours of Brøndby football team, the Swedish flag and the Brazilian national team home colours all repeat the pattern like the stars of David on the walls. I had arrived where the girl from millenium project said come, come and see what they do to my father people. The star of David and 12 the nr. of the time 12´O clock mean time that l was hit remind me of an ocult. In the bible Klieneman, the small man David killed the Megatrone Giant Golliat Back in 2001 l wokeup with a strong dream. In the dream l saw many journalist who were taking pictures of a man who was lying in the middle of the roads that cross like X as the pattern of the Union jake flag. The man was as big as an elephant that was lying down. These many, many journalist were saying its my father who died, but l could see its not my father. Then the man said in my father`s voice, Zenzo l am still alive. l started work at the hotel 9/11/ 2001 and later that after noon the planes hit the towers, and brought them to their knees, in Ground Zero. Greenwich Mean time, Zero Degrees, Ground Zero, or Z for the code for Military and Aviation. I saw a lot of journalist as l had seen then in a dream two days before. So many, many, many journalist l saw on 9/11 2001. In many websites, the name Magnus, (the Robust man) the first name of Klieneman(the small man) the guy behind the bottle that brought me on my knews biblically at 12 O`clock mean time seems to be assorciated with a Demonic things, since ancient times to modern Science fiction, as prince of darkness who wants to conquer the universe, and a thousand years empire, of which in this case connects me to the millenium project in 1999. Now you have one who is a whitch and another who is a demon prince. This magnus effect was supposed to start something. There is also American precision watch maker, called Magnus for the precise mean times the waitress at the Dungeons museum dropped the ketchup at our table like the ten commandments and the time l was hit at Museumgade and fell on my knews biblically at 12 O`clock mean time, the precise time they set me to meet Clinton, The timing of train from Gøteborg that would leave mean time memories, the time l came just when the palace guards were to take time out and the smart business men who were crowded at the Swedish palace entrance, making it an easy target to hit, and the Africans who came right on time just before my heart stopped direct to their sect like home, that was decorated with the stars of David reminding me of the Jewish church fanatic who said Dens was to just want to die in a rocking chair, he would die in the battle field for his God. Everthing just was coming behind my back no matter what move l made to avoid trouble. I decided to go back to Denmark and see the man himself. The noise that was going shiii shiii shiii like an amatuer radio ended after the police smacked my head on the pavement of the parliament buildings. I had already hit Jyllandsposten, Codan, The Aarhus City Hall and now Parliament buildings. What is the meaning? Is there anybody who can articulate this for me? because there is point l am missing. Was it ever about the future of the kids or something else? Am l to be born again? yet there is so much temptations and deceptions THE DUNGEONS UNIONS A month after l was hit by the bottle l went back to work. Some guys here looked at me as very lucky that l was going to get compensation and they started subjecting me to some jealousy dramas. The machines at the door frame factory they make so much unbearable noise like the construction site. I sounede like a place of the gods. Everything just became unbearable noise. I was fired on the 23rd of December 2006. The union refused to help me claiming that, because the incident took place out side work on my free day and on a weekend, so they were not obligated to help me with recruitment, hiring, training, publicityn, harassment and compensation. I only needed two months more to qualify for union support. I got money from Sick leave department only for four months. I knew something was wrong, so l decided to leave the country. I needed my passport and l went to police. They kept on refusing, so decided to go without pass. I was returned from Holland by Euro lines on my way to London. Copenhagen After l was returned from Holland l decided to move to Copenhagen. I got a place there and l could use my holiday money to pay deposit and two months rent, then what? I was too sick to get a job, in a town that l hardly knew. Codan insurance company had promised to pay as soon as they had received papers from my doctor. My doctor never sent those papers. The Kommune in Copenhagen said go back to Aarhus. I went to police and told them to put me in a flight back to Zimbabwe but the police refused. Aarhus I came back to Aarhus again but l still did not want to go to Kommune, the organ of the state that the police said would make sure that l never ever shall crawl again. I wanted to go back home to Zimbabwe. I talked to Amnesty International but they refused to help me. I talked to lawyers and priests but they said l should go to Kommune. Kirkens Korshaer Temptations and deceptions I lived in a rented apartment that was owned by a church call Kirkens Korshaer. This church said they would help me with compansation process, but when l realised that they did not have either the will or competance l went to lawyers, a move that infurieted Kirkens korshaer. They went to their doctor and told him that l hear voices and that l talk to English women who wear black. Because of head injuries l could not keep the job in such a noisy place that was sounding like a place of the gods. Those is are well documented sect tricks. That is why l left their apartment. Since then til October the 14th 2008, I did not have permant place. I got sick leave money for three months from January until March 2007 then the sick leave department sent me to the Social department, best known here as the Kommune. I talked to Codan the insurance company of Magnus Kleineman, the man behind the bottle, but Codan also sent me to Kommune the organ of the state that the police said now the state shall make sure l never ever shall crawl again. Doctors I went to my doctor to remove the stitches a week later. My doctor asked me how l felt. I told her that l had head arch and that l had this feeling of nose bleeding all the time and that l had several blackouts. I had doziness. It was itching inside my head and l could not scratch. My brains were shrinking in a very disturbing way. My doctor asked how l felt that it was a white guy who hit me. I said "l can not say haleluya or breakdance about it". She said if you stop thinking its a white guy who hit you the pain will go away. That was her official diagnosis that my pain was caused by the fact that l did not accept that it was a white guy who hit me. There was shii, shii, shii noise in one ear like a radio that was not fine tuned, 24hours non stop for one and half years. This noise ended when the police slammed my head on the pavement of the parliament buildings after l had smashed windows there. I had already smashed windows of Jyllamdsposten, Codan, and the Aarhus City Hall. The other doctors l have been to was the head specialist and the neurologist. The insurance company of the guy who hit me did not want to recognize their reports. Setups Kommune (The social security authorities and organ of the state) I needed a place. To get a place. I needed money. to get money l needed an address. I got an address with one girl, but the kommune did not want me to live with private people. I got a room through my housing agency but the kommune would not send a check or money direct. They still kept complicating everything for me. In 2007 I had found an apartmet through my housing Agency to move in 15th of August. The deposit was payed by the housing support department. I only needed the half of the month rent since l was to move mid of the month. Kommune asured me that l should not go and borrow money to pay for the rent, they the Kommune would pay. That was three weeks before l should move.Three days before l should move in the new apartment, l just phoned Kommune just to makesure they did not forget They sure had forgotten but they will attend to it as soon as we layed down the phones, but l should come to Kommune the next day, there was something they wanted to talk to me about. This was Wednesday the day Kommune does not recieve clients, but does internal work. I came there and l was made to sit outside at the corridor while this young adviser kept on running to and from the economic department chiefs office. After about 15min. she said "now lm ready come in". I went in and sat about 2m from her. She said l am going to say one thing then you must go. I said "Im listening!" She said"l have not paid your house rent now go, go, go, go" charging to me. I got shock, it that what they called me for. I never got a chance to say anything. AS l approarched the door, she was still shouting go, go, then ll through my hands at the door in disbelief. I then is what l was accused of threatening her. After the girl told the court that l did not threaten her physically or psycologically. They brought one Somali guy. The judge then asked this Somi guy, "how so do you know he wanted to attack her if the girl her self says its not true?" The somi guy spread his arms and legs and said it says by its self! the guy is from Zimbabwe. Criminals". The judge said this was hard evidence to send me to the jail. For that l have to pay 250 000 dkk. 50 000 usd. compansation At the sametime they were saying l should be happy for 1 000 USDollars that l had got from Codan the insurance company of Magnus Kleineman, the one who hit me by the bottle unprovoked, as l was walking on city centre pavement in Museumgade (museum street) Aarhus, City of smiles, on the 14th of October 2006 at 12 O`clock sharp, and brought me on my knees like the world trade center, by a sharp knock that affected my neck and backbone. I lost my job, apartment and l was being looked down by everyone. More other setups would follow including episodes with Clinton, the Swedish world Trade center and the Swedish Royal Palace. Invadrer-net - foreigners-net In another incident after the 2007 USA Campus killings. I was in bad shape, homeless, broke financially and the shiii shii sound in one ear like the amateur radio was making me very aggresive then Kim the Korean from Foreignersnet, which gives free legal assistence to foreigners hid papers from Codan claiming that Codan did not send anything. After two months I had found another lawyer and l wanted all my papers from Kim, then he told me, to come in one hour by then he would have spoken to Codan, to send fax. I got shock to see that the same paper he had been claiming Codan did not send had a stamp of when it was recieved by Codan two months before. Again in the month of February 2009 we (me and Mortensen) were invited to Kommune to meet on the 14th of April 2009, so that we can see how my papers had disappeared in the system. As we came the 14th of April 2009 we were just told that there were no papers that disappeared in the system. The social adviser had them all the time. Again two months l have to wait for them to say they had papers and they did not do nothing about it. As the social adviser Lejla Paagaard started to tell another lie, l slammed on the table with two fingers, and told her to stop lying. she stoodup and threatened to call the security guards. Clinton, Codan, the Town hall, the Parliament,the World trade center, the Swedish Royal palace, and Jyllandsposten all have guards. Now the same Kommune that wanted me to commit acts of terror against these persons and institutions now wants me to call guards for me, because of this setup they laid on me. I stoodup and blocked her way with a knife, and she bumped on it with her arm. Clinton, Codan, the Town hall, the Parliament,the World trade center, the Swedish Royal palace, and Jyllandsposten all have guards. Now the same Kommune that wanted me to commit acts of terror against these persons and institutions now wants me to call guards for me, because of this setup they laid on me. These setups were designed to give the State of Denmark an excuse of keeping me from leaving the country, and institutionalize me, as it would give good argument for police not give me my passport, because there is a lot more they are hiding. I am no longer under the Kommune system and my social problems are being attended to. That why this is just for your records. I have now been sentenced to treatment to a psyciatrist hospital, of which most time l will be home with periodical checkups at a psyciatry hospital. I however hold on to my guns, that the state was behind this criminal act, because l know more than is documented in this article. Other organizations who turned me down were Aarhus Amnesty International , Hjaelp Voldsoffer ( Help Victims of Violence) Mellem Folkelig Samvirker MS regional development organization and Institute of Human Rights Commission. Support The Lawyer Anders Boelskifte who is defending me as for my reaction at the parliament buildings, and the stabbing situation. K.E. Mortensen who is a Aarhus Town hall councilor, and has been a liaison for me and the Social Authorities since May 2008 after l hit the parliament buildings. Advokate Lars Wolthers deals with Codan insurance of Magnus Kleineman, the man behind the bottle. PS note that the Codan insurance company has come up with an offer to compansate me for some of my problems l have been through with this case.


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