March 2021¶

I stay in Lourdes, France for the whole of 2021, in the hope I may heal my broken heart.

Bernadette

I rent a small studio flat at the Zenitude Acacia, 1 A Chemin de Lannedarré, 65100 Lourdes.
I move in at the beginning of January.

The Portuguese man next door¶

From time to time, a man visits and he stays in the apartment next to mine - or he has access to it because I see him coming and going from there.
Sometimes, when I’m coming out of my apartment, he comes out of the one beside mine at exactly the same time, and he always looks at me.
He makes sure I see his face. He needs me to recognize him in the future.
The reception staff know him to be Portuguese.
He looks like the Benijembla trumpet teacher, except I’m not to meet the trumpet teacher for 18-24 months still.
Whenever he visited, on usually a Sunday or Monday night, he got together with some of the younger men there and they had loud drinking sessions into the night and played loud rave music.
The staff at the Acacia will remember him; as will the male residents who drank with him, some of whom I will know too.
Was he sent by British criminal gangs to hack into my home network and begin poisoning me so that I became brain damaged, making me unable to recognize differences in objects out of context - and so believe four different men to be the same one man?
I also believe today that he was one of Ugly’s drivers back in 2001, and he probably wanted to test I didn’t recognize him from then either.

Thoughts on this startling realization

Gypsies usually speak multiple languages fluently, and I suspect it would not be hard to convince the French staff he was Portuguese not Spanish, except for identification documents.
It appears this man, and the gang he works for, has been tracking and stalking me for years; this being more proof of that.
My suspicions are that he came to access my network and online activity at that time, and possibly needed to be close enough physically to do so because I was running a 4g router that pinged off a French telecommunications tower.
I’m also now wondering if he managed to gain access to my room too to begin the brain-damage poisoning.
I’m curious about a very unwell feeling I had the day I left for holiday in Spain, and the invasive bed bug problem, a situation which prompted me to change all my plans for Christmas and go to Dénia instead, where I found and rented the flat in Carrer Furs via online manipulation.

Qredo¶

Soon after the Chronicle Software role goes sour, I’m offered a new contract with a crypto company Qredo.
On the first day, I see a name fly-by on Slack: Anita Diamond.
You may remember Anita and her husband visiting me in Dénia in 2006, just before the Dave Porter Guardian Soulmates porn-fatwa fiasco, orchestrated online by world-famous poisoner and serial-killer Hazel (Fiona) Smith and her manipulation-tech associates.
This is a huge coincidence - or is it?
Anita Diamond, it turns out, is also working as a technical writer for the company, the role I’ve just been hired for.
Did they really need two?
I’m very surprised to see Anita, an old, dear, and vulnerable friend who has suffered from serious mental health issues ever since she was a teenager.
Like all porn-gang-tailored relationships, something happens when they’re done with you that ensures you don’t maintain communication.
Anita and Matthew had been rather unpleasant with me after they visited, so I’m not entirely thrilled to see her and wonder how things are going to be.
We reconnect, and I’m friendly and happy to see her.
I am delighted to see her, in fact, and remember only the good things I always loved about her when we were at school together.
Nevertheless, something is off.
She keeps mentioning things related to me being targeted by the North London rape gangs back in 1989, and, as she says these things - oh you loved the rave scene didn’t you, etc - I’m certain she is doing it to upset me.
I file it away.
Did Matthew her husband tell her to say these things?
Anyway, Qredo was a scam company.
They had a backend system which was supposed to run millions of crypto transactions safely and securely, but in truth it was eight Raspberry Pis, that kept failing, networked together with string, knots, and bandages.
(Raspberry Pis are how schoolkids learn about computing.)
I’m scratching my chin now, just like Harsha did in 2018 at Adaptive.
I’m tasked with writing their Whitepaper.
I produce a detailed and honest description of everything they have, without ever once saying it’s never gonna work, which it won’t and doesn’t.
They quietly hire another writer I never meet, who works with the CTO (he’s the man, Anita told me, in a kind of breathless reverence), who had been out of the company for a short period while he was in rehab - I was told.
I wondered if they meant prison.
Anyway, the first time I notice that my entire UI can be hacked and rewritten (I’m on a company laptop), they publish my Whitepaper on their website, the honest one, but I can only see it from my laptop.
When I look the company up from a different device on a completely different network I see something very different.
Publicly, I see a document containing total lies about the tech; that it’s robust, fast, secure, that it can cope with heavy load.
They never mention the Raspberry Pis.
I’m flabbergasted.
In the meantime, Anita has been set up to fall out with me, which we do, spectacularly.
Mediation is called and she’s fired.
I’m back from my holiday in Dénia, and I start feeling very anxious, all the time at home.
I wonder about that now.
I start looking for another role because I cannot continue with Qredo given they’re total liars, and they’re about to run a crypto token fundraising sale where millions of people will buy tokens with this system which is bound to fail.
I get a new job at ConsenSys and leave Qredo.
I’m so appalled at Qredo’s blatant lies, I report them to a SEC lawyer.
The lawyer tells me they’re not interested in taking it any further - small fry, I guess.
Of course it’s only now thinking back I realize that all those communications were monitored by international porn gangs, perhaps even with Qredo’s knowledge.
Horrifyingly, when I join ConsenSys, I find out that one of my teams is working closely with Qredo and this is one of the reasons they were interested in hiring me.
I’ve no option but to tell ConsenSys the truth, which probably explains the tantrums and ridiculousness from French male engineers, some of whom most definitely will have had a subscription to the sedated switcheroo at the music school.
Was the Qredo role with Anita Diamond a staggering overplay by the global porn-addict tech elite?
Or an investigatory gauge on how much dedicated effort would be required - like how would I react to 1989 triggers - and how many tech-bro porn addicts were expected to sign up and pay for expensive subscriptions for the switcheroo sedated rape-porn planned for me on my inevitable and already-being-prepared return to Dénia.
Or both?

Anita tells me about her experience as a female-tech-colleague-you-hate¶

During one of our early chats before our relationship breaks down (monitored online and manipulated no doubt), Anita describes a time she was working for another crypto tech-firm in the City of London, pre-covid.
She details word-for-word the sort of thing I have experienced continually in my contract tech roles, and her story very much reminds me of my time at Adaptive and working for Mike Wenham.
I wondered if men had gone so totally mad that they only hire us for sport these days.
But we’ve had good experiences at work too, so it doesn’t make any real sense to generalize like this.
Today, I wonder if Anita had also starred in a series of the female-tech-colleague-you-despise porn genre.
I also wonder if her reverence for the CTO at Qredo was indicative of something terribly sinister and porn-network related.

Anita tells me about how she got stuck in Cuba¶

One evening after work, we’re chatting and Anita tells me about how she, Matthew, and the boy had gone on holiday to Cuba (not sure of the year - between when I saw her previously and then - wow not sure.. could be 2008 but possibly later in 2011 or 2012 before I left again).
Anyway, someone stole (or she lost) her British passport and the foreign office took ages (six weeks or so) to sort her travel out to go home.
She was cross about how long they took, couldn’t understand it.
It turned out, it was the third time she’d lost her passport.
I was amazed!
“Three times!!!”, I exclaimed, and I guessed that’s why it took so long, cos she ended up looking a bit suspish.
Matthew ended up going home and Anita and the boy stayed for weeks on end until the paperwork came through.

Matthew tells me someone run him over¶

On one another occasion, Matthew, Anita, and I are chatting over zoom.
The last time I saw Matthew was in 2013 when he cooked a roast for us all at their home in Hemel Hempstead.
He tells me he was run over by a car and ended up with a broken bone (or something serious I can’t quite remember) in hospital.
It sounds like an unfortunate accident.
Was it before or after they went to Cuba?