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police had also stationed two well-known plainclothesmen right outside corre-
sponding porch/aisle).
Returning to my apartment in Ivar Aasens vei, I wasn‘t much surprised to learn
the police again had burglarized it. Nevertheless — a new and ominous trend
had been initiated this evening; studying some vacuum-packed sausages I
quickly discovered the miniscule pinprick underneath the price tag, and the
newly baked rye bread had been contaminated with a scarcely visible granulate!
This was, however, nothing but a sinister confirmation of what I‘ve been told
by other human rights activists; Norwegian police verily utilized pathogens and
poisonous substances to harm/assassinate persons ideologically or otherwise
opposed to their ghastly extensive criminality suo motu and ex officio!
Going collectively bananas, the bootless police officers now launched a dozen
strikingly hatefull attacks to annoy and cripple me.
The 15 th — at 04:30 AM — a toolwielding motorcyclist from Majorstua Police
Station sabotaged the streetlight outside my dwelling, and forthcoming midnight
the entire street lay bathed in darkness!
Due to the nocturnal ultrasound-terror, I routinely took a nap in the morning be-
fore going to the center of Oslo. Underneath I heard my landlord utilizing the
phone before leaving in his car, and I prepared to sleep for an hour and a half —
it was the 24 th day of October.
Laying prone on the bed relaxing, an unexpected noise reached my ears; appa-
rently the sound of water running in the domiciliary plumbing system! This was
curious, because I knew the landlord not yet had returned — so, under otherwise
normal conditions, I should be the only person in just now.....
Still reclining on the bed, I‘d prepared mentally to go downstairs when the
oxygen evidently was ―sucked‖ out of the small attic abode — rendering breath-
ing impossible! I flung myself out of the room rather swiftly — rushing down
the stairs heading for the exterior door.....
Outside I forthwith entered nearby garage — grabbing a laid away matchbox, I
inhaled deeply before advancing upstairs. I‘d left the apartment door ajar, and
now I tried to light one of the safety matches in the quarter-opened doorway —
it ignited, but extinguished after maximum 2 seconds. Stretching my arms 40–
50 centimeters into the apartment, I attempted to enkindle a couple
matches.....but they didn‘t strike at all! Flinging the door agape, I withdrew
alfresco where I quickly found the matches to be in perfect condition.
Staying outside nearly 20 minutes before reentering the flat, I had no difficulties
burning up one of the matches, but I unclosed a window and opened the balcony
door though — the stuffy air had a peculiar odor.....not unlike that of
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FORMAL COMPLAINT VS THE KINGDOM OF NORWAY
by Wilh. Werner WINTHER, Norway
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