Before each meal, they ask what you want. There is always some choice. They buy meal in fast foods or similar places. It is basically the same for them and for you, for what I could see.
Big room with various beds but only mine occupied (by me). Spacious toilet (in Canada, it is called wash-room) with shower. Freely usable Tv. Some books both in English and in Chinese. No rules.
Finally, during the night, it was already 1 September 2008, a form to fill and to sign.
Do you want an interpreter? Do you want we inform the Italian embassy or consulate? Do you want we inform somebody that you are here? etc, etc. No, no, no, etc.
Last attempt of the [secret police bureaux-]Immigration officers before the first of three nights in the really comfortable Immigration detention centre by the Vancouver airport:
- “Are you violent? Have you suicidal tendencies?”
I looked pitifully at them: “Me?!”
Ah, the female immigration officer de facto subtracted me the non-valuable [Chinese, blue] box of my spectacles. I asked for it. It was in her hands. I never received it. If it was to dangerous, also the shoe strings were too dangerous, she might put the box back into my baggage. No problem... ...I'll bought another one in London Drugs, a store near here in Vancouver Downtown. ... ~$10 wasted...
I hesitated when the “Indian” immigration officer asked, a bit formally:
- “Have YOU packed them?”
- “...2-3 days ago...”, I answered uncertain.
I had packed my two pieces of baggage by myself. However, in two days, with departure from the Nazist China (Taipei), transit and kidnapping in the abusive Japan (Tokyo airport), my baggage was mine at the departure from Taichung. I could not know what had later eventually happened to it.
Nothing had fortunately happened to it. ...They were sure. The Italian Carabinieri and Interior Ministry are always sure: “He is full of explosives, machine guns, narcotics, drugs, subversive materials.”
They, at the Vancouver (BC) airport, were impatient. They (the skies perhaps) had already broken my rigid case. Good! They replaced it with a better (non-rigid) case. When it was broken, no explosive, no machine gun, no narcotic, come out from it or was detected in it.
The female immigration officer was, or seemed, more relaxed. They put aside computer, floppy and not-floppy [computer] disks (I had overall system disks, perhaps nothing else), sheets of paper with “strange” alphabets and similar writings, old diaries with old addresses.
I was absolutely quiet and I was watching them coldly but a bit amused. It was clear that, apart form eventual surprises when they would have checked my computer and computer disks (there will be no “surprise”, in fact they even omitted, it is very long the list of their omissions and “omissions”!, any report about my computer and computer materials search), there was absolutely nothing usable against me and for preventing the initial acceptance of my asylum-refugee claim, the beginning of the long procedure for deciding, later, about my “refugee protection claim” (they call it, formally, in this way).
The “Indian” immigration officer, evidently he was in charge, tried nervously some “conversation”:
- “How many languages do you speak?!”
- “Me?! [it would be “I”, according formal grammar] ...I don't speak any language...”
He was increasingly nervous. ...No explosives... ...No machine guns... ...No narcotics... He erupted finally in a little nervous breakdown:
- “Don't you have any treatment?! Don't you have any treatment?!”
- “Me?! I do not use medicines. I do not need them.”
He seemed a bit furious. ...I could not know whether HE had previously taken any drug or worse. He-they had certainly taken the “verbal narcotic” consisting in the odd orders he-they had received.
The only drugs [medicines] I had were tablets for allergic cold, the so-called hay fever. Anyway, I did not need to take them in end August-early September in Vancouver BC.
Despite the intimations and reassurances of the Italian and Canadian secret police bureaux, they had met another failure.
We are continuing to be in the 31 August-1 September night, I think before any formal act, from them, about my asylum request, if I remember well.
No problem. Even if the generally cheating asylum protection claimants, “the Mexicans”, who ask for asylum when already on the Canadian territory, NOT at a border site as I did, are not submitted to any detailed search, they are not searched at all, it is finally right of Immigration Officers to search whoever they want. It was even better, the best, for me. So, now, they knew and they know what I had and what I had not with me.
The secret police bureaux immediately re-reassured the immigration officers: “Now you search his baggage. Certainly you'll find explosives, machines guns, narcotics, or at least some drug you may claim altered his psyche. ...We cannot deal, we must not deal, with such a refugee protection claimant. He must be stopped NOW!”
I waited quietly and patiently. I have some practice and understanding of bureaucratic procedures. They were behind those dark glasses of their offices. I could not see them. They could see me. Useless to complain, to ask, to urge them.
The first trial, outside whatever current procedure, was to be locked in a wide room with paper and pen given from them, without dictionaries, computers, pencils, erasers, etc.: “Please write, in a couple of pages, why in Canada and why did you ask for asylum.” I think it was before the notification of the arrest, which is anyway odd but current procedure and I already knew it was such when I had consulted some documentation, just before my North American move, about the refugee-asylum laws and procedures in Canada and elsewhere.
The secret police bureaux had reassured them: “Sure! He'll write something we'll use for claiming that you-we may not even examine any asylum request coming from such a person.”
I wrote four pages in capital letters, so that everything were easier readable. There was no craziness etc. It was understandable. Despite I were without dictionaries etc and without the possibility to really correct what I was writing, despite my English be not extraordinary, the spelling was perhaps better than the spelling of the average Canadian chap with a university degree, English teachers included (yes, it is so... ...the [Canadian-]British-English spelling, even of English teachers, is a bit “insufficient” in Canada). Anyway, it was everything understandable, with some consistency, NOT self-discrediting. It was unusable for their need to claim I could not even present an asylum claim.
The outcome of that odd trial not only was not a point against me. It was finally a point in my favour. Because, when they'll make a mess and partially falsified the long confused interview[s] [not decisive, because, in about one month from the asylum claim one has to fill and deliver the so-called PIF (personal information form) with also a piece of writing of whatever length with detailed declarations about the reasons of the asylum claim] during the two-three day arrest [a judge will free me against the Immigration_Officers- “government” claims] etc., my synthetic four initial pages [and also the PIF I'll fill and write by myself without any free “legal aid” they pay to whatever else, but, finally fortunately, NOT to me] will refute whatever Canadian and Italian “governments” delirium and worse.
It was also immediately evident that the criminal cooperation between Italian and Canadian secret police bureaux was continuing even on the Canadian territory and in conditions of refugee protection claim.
Just arrived at the Vancouver airport, before whatever counter, visa etc., before taking back my baggage, at the first person in uniform, an old man in airport uniform I suppose, immediately before the counters where people show their passports, I asked for asylum.
He looked astonished at my Italian passport. I repeated the request. He accompanied me to a male immigration officer (perhaps a Pakistani or Indian or similar, who, with female immigration officers, will deal with me also later): “Please, repeat to this gentleman what you said to me.” I repeated my request. It was, as normal I suppose, the last time I saw my passport. Later, they gave me a photocopy. The immigration officer accompanied me in front of their Immigration Offices where I waited perhaps a couple of hours.
They contacted their Secret Police services, which contacted the Italian ones.
The immediate order the Canadian Immigration received was: “Do whatever you can for avoiding accepting his asylum request.”
- "How...?!"
- "...Claim that he is not in condition to think, to act, to connect..."
...The two ways, if you do not have the “fortune” of being an illegal US border crosser from the “right” country, are to ask for asylum when you are already in Canada or to ask for asylum immediately at the airport. In this pseudo law and order paradise, actually honesty and transparency do not pay. Despite that, I'm continuing to prefer the more transparent solution.
With Italian passport, one does not need any previous visa for being admitted to Canada. A visitor visa is automatically given just one lands.
However, I am a special case. ...Interpol files made up and falsified from the Italian “government” (the insane and criminals of the secret police services, and the insane and criminal politicians and institutional chaps), with indication of a demolition operation needing going on in whatever place I reach. For insanities and for committing crimes, all “governments” are solidary. “Human rights” are empty claims used for public quarrelling only. International and inter-State conflicts are just farces for fucking peoples and for gratifying the oligarchies exploiting people idiocy and profiting of it.
...There are two different possibilities for asking for asylum in Canada...
...Ah, no, there is a third one, in Canada, despite and in violation of the bilateral treaty with the USA. If you cross illegally the border and you are for example from Central America, the Immigration officers, alias the “government”, ask for asylum [...to you or] for you, in practice, with free “legal aid”, Salvation Army free residences and assistance etc. ...They oblige them to ask for asylum, instead of putting them in prison for illegal immigration etc.... ...In violation of the bilateral treaty between Canada and USA about asylum-refugees.
“This is the bilateral agreement drawn up between the United States and Canada requiring asylum claims to be processed in the first ‘safe country’ the applicant lands in. It means asylum seekers arriving in Canada after passing through the US are automatically returned to the US (a similar provision exists in asylum law in the UK – see below).”
Canadians historically and currently claim that the USA are the land of criminals while Canada is the land of law and order. The example just stated, simply roughly but precisely drafted, is a good example of this schizophrenic, borderline, hypocritical Canada and Canadian people. ...There is a wide market around that as well as around Mexicans and others pseudo-asylum seekers, actually only escaped from US crackdowns against illegal immigrants.
...There are three different possibilities for asking for asylum in Canada... ...The third one + other two...
In fact, various aspects of what had just happened suggested me to chose the option I had previously rejected when, for a long time, while planning this move, I was longly undecided between Seattle or Vancouver. Finally I had opted for Seattle. The Providence unequivocally showed me that Seattle was the wrong choice and that Vancouver would have been better, overall after that the Tokyo airport experience gave me new elements to make public about the actions of the Italian secret police butchers and its allied in the world.
The same day, left Tokyo, I reached Taipei. In the night, there were direct flights to Vancouver. Never take again indirect flights with new “dangerous” check-ins! Naturally, in Taipei, the flights to Vancouver, as whatever other flight I suppose, were already fully booked. The last minutes of the last, or the penultimate, flight, the Providence freed for me a place. I was on the way to Vancouver which I reached the evening of the same day. Hours decrease going East. So, the night of Sunday 31 August 2008 in Taipei became the evening of the same day, after a long flight, in Vancouver.
Kidnapped one afternoon (30 August 2008), one night (30-31 August) and one morning (31 August) inside the Tokyo airport on request of the Italian Embassy[-“government”] in Tokyo
Obliged to pay a ransom (with “regular” receipts) for leaving the Tokyo airport
30 August 2008. A flight from Taipei in the early morning. Taipei-Tokyo-Seattle. With new check-in in Tokyo. Reached Tokyo in the early afternoon. New check-in and [in my intentions] flight to Seattle. At the Tokyo check-in, they ask why I have only a one-way ticket. I tell that it is my intention to remain in the USA. They insist. I tell that, anyway, I can go outside the USA by bus and that I could not buy a US bus ticket in Taiwan. They insist. I tell that it not their business. They insist. I tell that it is my intention to ask for asylum in the USA etc. and that, consequently, I did not need to waste money for a return ...return where? I tell that I have no intention to go back to Taiwan. In addition, I underline that in Taiwan, it was sold me that ticket without any problem. They tell that they do not know what asylum is, what asylum seekers are, what refugees are, what the United Nations are. They want a return ticket. Finally, they call an agent of the US immigration. He tells that it is right in that way, that it is indispensable a “return” ticked for going to the USA. However, he comes to talk with me. I tell him that I had already asked for asylum to the USA and to the United Nations, that they did not answer, so I wanted to reach the US territory. Requests done from the outside may seem jokes. When one is on the US territory, everything is different. He'd like to know the case, my case. I tell him that it is such a crazy thing that it is better I do not tell him anything. He insists. I summarize my case. He listens. He promises help. He calls functionaries of the “Embassy”. Immediately, he cannot find anybody. It is Saturday afternoon. We wait. I wait there, near the counter of the check-in. He goes to his office to check his computers and to wait answers from the “Embassy”. He is of the Immigration, not of other services, agencies or bureaus. His classification level is limited, specific to his duties and powers. However, he can check my para-visa application. Certainly, also something else. There is a visa or pseudo-visa or para-visa application that citizens or subjects of the countries previously did not need a visa now need to fill on line. It a kind of announcement that in an undetermined (or anyway vague) future one has intention to cross a certain US border at a certain “station” or site. If one changes mind, for example a different location for entering the USA, the application may be rectified. I one finally does not use it, no problem. It is without any costs. It is called Visa Waiver Program (VWP).
When the US Immigration officer comes back the last time, after having finally reached and talked with the US “Embassy” officers, he has a funereal face. He looks at me as at a person will be perhaps dead in a few hours: “...I cannot do anything more! I cannot do anything more! Good luck! Good luck! Eventually, on Monday, you may go to the United Nations in Tokyo...” “To do you what...?!” “Yes, you are right...” I thanks him. He goes away. I remain there, in the transit area of the airport, with the possibility to buy a new ticket for solving is some way that situation.
What happened when the US Immigration officer had reached his “colleagues” of the US “Embassy”? They checked their computers according their level of access to classified information. They found my Interpol file, falsified form the massacre bureaus of Carabinieri and PS. They read the “alarm”, the instructions for the demolition operation. Consequently, they alerted the Italian Embassy in Tokyo, which pretended, from the Japanese, that they “blocked” me immediately, in some way.
Ask Rutelli, your great brother and your ex-leader Francesco Rutelli. He is one of the assholes now giving institutional cover to that demolition operation of the psychotics and criminals of the massacre bureaus of Carabinieri and PS. This kind of dossiers are also on his desk.
It was perhaps around 16:00. Nothing had happened from my side. I was very quiet and amused as usual. In the transit area of a crowded airport as the Tokyo one, there are cameras everywhere. They are my witnesses. As usual, I was absolutely calm and my intention was only to go away from the Tokyo airport, away from Japan. The psychotics and criminals of the Italian Embassy were, as usual in such cases, very agitated and they had pressed the Japanese to act. Just they were sure that the American Immigration officer had gone away, two chaps in plainclothes, a male and a female, of the airport security, approached me, asked my passport and told me that they needed to accompany me in a different area of the airport for giving me back my baggage.
I'll see my passport again only when I'll pass the check-in for leaving Tokyo. I was moved in a blank area, without the possibility to buy a flight ticket and, specifically, in a room they used as a waiting room for de facto only Islamic travellers of different countries they interrogated about the nature of their trips to Tokyo, the nature of their businesses (I listen part of the “interrogatories”; the large majority of this Islamic “suspects” was made of businessmen) and about written or printed materials they had found in their baggage. It was a room of the Japanese Immigration. After a few metres, passed through the Japanese Immigration, through the border, there was the Japanese territory.
During this kidnapping, I was abusively de facto detained, and without passport, by the security of the airport by offices or structures of the Japanese Immigration. The confused orders they received changed according the Japanese government [secret police] functionary was in charge from the other side of the telephone line. They called continuously for instructions.
Time to time, I insisted that I wanted my passport back and that I needed to find a new ticket for leaving the Tokyo airport. They did not answer, or answered that I was not allowed to move freely in the airport, alias I was not allowed to move at all to the transit area of the airport, that I was not allowed to enter Japan, that I ought to call the Italian Embassy, that I must go back to Italy.
Finally, in the late night, they told me that there were no more flights and that the airport ought to close, so all the rooms, offices, etc. needed to be locked . “You have kidnapped me, kept my passport, hampered me from accessing areas where I could buy a flight ticked. And now you tell me that there are not any more flights...” “The airport is closing. Now, we accompany you to an hotel in Tokyo.” “I have no intention to go to any hotel anywhere. I have no intention to cross the border for entering Japan. You are responsible for this situation...” “We must close and lock this room.” “Good, please, no problem.” I sat down, on the floor, outside the “Islamic room” of the Japanese Immigration. “You are not allowed to remain here. We must accompany you to an hotel.” “I do not go to any hotel and I do not want to see any more these two chaps of the airport security. I go nowhere with these two chaps. I go nowhere at all. If I must pass the night somewhere, I want to pass the night in a police station. Please, call the police... ...A police station is the only safe place for me, although I had no intention to cross the border for entering Japan. I want only to have back my passport, to buy a flight ticked and to go away from there. This situation has been created from you, not from me. ...Please, call the press and the TV.” Hysterical crisis of the Japanese: “Why do you want we call journalists?! For doing what?! You want to slander Japan!!!” “No, no, you are the best of the world. I want only to accuse the Italian Embassy and the Americans who had obliged and are obliging you to do what you are doing.”
The Italian Embassy, alias the Italian secret police, had planned something in a Tokyo hotel. Japan is a country at high [Japanese] Mafia (alias “government”/secret_police parallel militias) density. I had the firm intention not to leave the relatively safe airport.
The airport was closing for a few hours. Rooms and offices of the Japanese Immigration were closing. Progressive darkness. I was sitting down, on the floor, a few metres from the “border”, immediately outside the room were I was kept the facto prisoner during the afternoon, the evening and early night or part of the late night. It was perhaps around midnight. About ten immigration officers, the two of the airport security had kidnapped me, and some other de facto link officer between the Japanese “government” (from the other side of the telephone) and me, were in circle around me. All these Japanese were shouting: “You cannot remain here! You cannot remain here! You have to cross the border! Your baggage is from the other side.” Before I was not allowed to go into Japan or to the “shopping” area of the airport for buying a flight ticket. Now, they pretended to oblige me to go inside Japan and to accompany me to an hotel they had decided for me, but at my charge.
No compromise with the butchers.
I was quietly sitting down on the floor or standing up against a wall. Just I closed my eyes for simulating sleeping, they vigorously shook me: “You cannot sleep here! You cannot sleep here! Wake up! Wake up!” And I, smiling amused: “Thank you! Thank you! I rest better if you shake me when I'm sleeping! Thank you again. You are very kind.” ...Japanese in psychological breakdown.
The immigration officers went away. The two chaps, a male and a female, of the airport security remained there with the supplement of different shifts of one agent per shift of a security company providing agents in uniform. They'll pretend the payment of about 400 [four hundreds] Euro, for them, before accompanying me to a flight and giving me back the passport in practice at the door of an aeroplane, so releasing me from that kidnapping, the morning or very early afternoon after.
For the precise sum of the ransom, ask for the copy of the receipts they have. In total, that “Tokyo check-in” will cost me 2'000 Euro. On 30 August 2008, I had left Taiwan with 4'500 Euro. I'll reach Vancouver, on 31 August 2008, with 2'500 Euro (certified from the Canadian Immigration, which “translated” them in $3.500: ...they are written on the ID, a paper, they gave me!), without any voluntary expense in the meanwhile. I do not buy anything in airports. 400 Euro of ransom. An enormous sum for a ticket Tokyo-Taipei-Hong_Kong, since their refusal to buy a ticket only Tokyo-Taipei anyway equally super-expensive, bought from a Japanese “link officer” since they had abusively subtracted my passport and I was kidnapped, so not in condition to reach a counter where to buy a ticket. The “lost” ticket for Seattle. There is no reimbursement or substitution for “discount tickets”, if they make you to lose a flight or if they hamper from “using” your flight.
Sunday 31 August 2008, early morning, just the immigration reopened that surreal de-facto-”Islamic”room, I could move back, from the floor where I had passed the night, to that surreal room. Always kidnapped. In the early morning, perhaps it was around 7:00, Japanese show. First an idiotic tall simple agent of the Japanese Immigration, but in high uniform so that he seemed (but he wasn't) a general, immediately later an idiotic female of the security company, shouted that I would have been certainly arrested and that I should call the Italian Embassy. “You are not allowed to walk around freely in this airport... ...We have received sure information that you are very dangerous. ..You must call the Italian Embassy! You must go back to Italy!” I insisted that they were kidnapping me and that I did not worry about anything and anybody. It was their business and responsibility what they were doing.
Finally, the Japanese “government” sent a chap (one of the staff of the airport, with usual airport employee uniform) charged to buy, for me and with my money, a flight ticket, and to get the payment of the ransom (the payment for the security agents in uniform THEY, NOT me, had arbitrarily called). They gave me back my passport only when I was passing the check-in, not before, for going back to Taipei where the air tickets for whatever place were decidedly cheaper than the apparently (they told me the prices; I was not allowed to buy a ticket by myself) super-expensive Tokyo. This chap, with the “private” security agent in uniform, escorted me until the door of the aeroplane.
Reached Taipei the late afternoon or early evening. There was yet daylight.
What to do, now, in the Taipei airport after the Tokyo experience?
Kidnapped one afternoon (30 August 2008), one night (30-31 August) and one morning (31 August) inside the Tokyo airport on request of the Italian Embassy[-“government”] in Tokyo
Obliged to pay a ransom (with “regular” receipts) for leaving the Tokyo airport
Kidnapped one afternoon (30 August 2008), one night (30-31 August) and one morning (31 August) inside the Tokyo airport on request of the Italian Embassy[-“government”] in Tokyo
The hand of G-d manifested at the Tokyo check-in. In fact, in Taiwan, I could find only a non-direct flight, Taipei-Tokyo-Seattle. …“Prodigies” of travel agents... I'll be luckier when G-d will put in my hands a ticket for Vancouver B.C. ...This happened in Taipei on 31 August night. Now, we are yet at the day before, 30 August 2008.
Ah, I had bought a one-way ticket, a one-way ticket Taipei-Seattle, de facto Taipei-Tokyo-Seattle “It the the only available possibility, now”, said a clerk of a travel agency in Taichung.
No problem from Taiwan. However, if you use one-way tickets from Tokyo, or with check-in in Tokyo...
Ah, you should understand the mafia relations there are between and among States, not only inside and about whatever single State.
Taiwan/RoC is one of the winner of WWII, although later fucked using the maos.
Japan in one of the losers, so USA open colony in a lot of matters.
From Taipei, one may go whenever one wants, with one-way tickets.
In Tokyo, they follow the orders of the USA Immigration, whose agents are present inside the airport. “No, one-way tickets!” The Japanese are so terrorised that they don't sell one-way tickets for whatever other destination, apart from special cases. From Tokyo, you need a ticket at least bringing you, later, out from your real destination. Or, in such a way they behaved later with me, after other, perhaps [melo]dramatic, events. Ask the Japanese embassy for further information... ...No! No! Wait! Other “spicy” things happened in Tokyo. Others are the Japanese crimes, in this story!
B.C. means British Columbia, one of the Canadian Provinces. Canada has a federal structure. Its 10 Provinces and 3 Territories are the “States” or “regions” of this independent federation, whose Head of State is the British monarch.
There is another Vancouver, in the USA.
“Mine” is Vancouver B.C..
Vancouver B.C. and Seattle are near, on the map, and not very far in reality, on the ground, one from one side, and the other on the other side of the border between Canada and USA.
I'm anyway without passport, naturally.
They keep it when you ask for asylum.
I asked for “asylum”, in Canada, only asylum, NOT political asylum. However it is objectively political, despite I had no political alignment and no political interest or passion. ...It is an Italian “government”/State unilateral decision, their delirium, their irreversible delirium.
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The hand of G-d hampered me from reaching Seattle (USA), where just one asks for asylum is immediately arrested ...until deportation, after rejection of the refugee claim. That would have happened overall in my case, as I discovered while on the way of reaching Seattle.
I naturally already knew that one is arrested and kept in prison, in the USA, in such circumstances. When you see “successful stories”, in the field of individual refugee claims, they are Cia-refugees.
Idem, when you are under interview (interrogatory) and they decide it is time for a meal or “coffee” break.
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Everyday of Freedom is an Act of Faith
Before each meal, they ask what you want. There is always some choice. They buy meal in fast foods or similar places. It is basically the same for them and for you, for what I could see.
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Everyday of Freedom is an Act of Faith
An old warden informed me about the times, in the early morning, they would have served tea and/or coffee and, a bit later, the breakfast.
“Please, let the light of the bathroom on, so we'll not disturb you when we pass for the checking, if you are sleeping.”
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Everyday of Freedom is an Act of Faith
Big room with various beds but only mine occupied (by me). Spacious toilet (in Canada, it is called wash-room) with shower. Freely usable Tv. Some books both in English and in Chinese. No rules.
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Everyday of Freedom is an Act of Faith
Finally, during the night, it was already 1 September 2008, a form to fill and to sign.
Do you want an interpreter? Do you want we inform the Italian embassy or consulate? Do you want we inform somebody that you are here? etc, etc. No, no, no, etc.
Last attempt of the [secret police bureaux-]Immigration officers before the first of three nights in the really comfortable Immigration detention centre by the Vancouver airport:
- “Are you violent? Have you suicidal tendencies?”
I looked pitifully at them: “Me?!”
Ah, the female immigration officer de facto subtracted me the non-valuable [Chinese, blue] box of my spectacles. I asked for it. It was in her hands. I never received it. If it was to dangerous, also the shoe strings were too dangerous, she might put the box back into my baggage. No problem... ...I'll bought another one in London Drugs, a store near here in Vancouver Downtown. ... ~$10 wasted...
Good night.
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Everyday of Freedom is an Act of Faith
Baggage and personal search
I hesitated when the “Indian” immigration officer asked, a bit formally:
- “Have YOU packed them?”
- “...2-3 days ago...”, I answered uncertain.
I had packed my two pieces of baggage by myself. However, in two days, with departure from the Nazist China (Taipei), transit and kidnapping in the abusive Japan (Tokyo airport), my baggage was mine at the departure from Taichung. I could not know what had later eventually happened to it.
Nothing had fortunately happened to it. ...They were sure. The Italian Carabinieri and Interior Ministry are always sure: “He is full of explosives, machine guns, narcotics, drugs, subversive materials.”
They, at the Vancouver (BC) airport, were impatient. They (the skies perhaps) had already broken my rigid case. Good! They replaced it with a better (non-rigid) case. When it was broken, no explosive, no machine gun, no narcotic, come out from it or was detected in it.
The female immigration officer was, or seemed, more relaxed. They put aside computer, floppy and not-floppy [computer] disks (I had overall system disks, perhaps nothing else), sheets of paper with “strange” alphabets and similar writings, old diaries with old addresses.
I was absolutely quiet and I was watching them coldly but a bit amused. It was clear that, apart form eventual surprises when they would have checked my computer and computer disks (there will be no “surprise”, in fact they even omitted, it is very long the list of their omissions and “omissions”!, any report about my computer and computer materials search), there was absolutely nothing usable against me and for preventing the initial acceptance of my asylum-refugee claim, the beginning of the long procedure for deciding, later, about my “refugee protection claim” (they call it, formally, in this way).
The “Indian” immigration officer, evidently he was in charge, tried nervously some “conversation”:
- “How many languages do you speak?!”
- “Me?! [it would be “I”, according formal grammar] ...I don't speak any language...”
He was increasingly nervous. ...No explosives... ...No machine guns... ...No narcotics... He erupted finally in a little nervous breakdown:
- “Don't you have any treatment?! Don't you have any treatment?!”
- “Me?! I do not use medicines. I do not need them.”
He seemed a bit furious. ...I could not know whether HE had previously taken any drug or worse. He-they had certainly taken the “verbal narcotic” consisting in the odd orders he-they had received.
The only drugs [medicines] I had were tablets for allergic cold, the so-called hay fever. Anyway, I did not need to take them in end August-early September in Vancouver BC.
Despite the intimations and reassurances of the Italian and Canadian secret police bureaux, they had met another failure.
We are continuing to be in the 31 August-1 September night, I think before any formal act, from them, about my asylum request, if I remember well.
No problem. Even if the generally cheating asylum protection claimants, “the Mexicans”, who ask for asylum when already on the Canadian territory, NOT at a border site as I did, are not submitted to any detailed search, they are not searched at all, it is finally right of Immigration Officers to search whoever they want. It was even better, the best, for me. So, now, they knew and they know what I had and what I had not with me.
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Everyday of Freedom is an Act of Faith
The secret police bureaux immediately re-reassured the immigration officers: “Now you search his baggage. Certainly you'll find explosives, machines guns, narcotics, or at least some drug you may claim altered his psyche. ...We cannot deal, we must not deal, with such a refugee protection claimant. He must be stopped NOW!”
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I waited quietly and patiently. I have some practice and understanding of bureaucratic procedures. They were behind those dark glasses of their offices. I could not see them. They could see me. Useless to complain, to ask, to urge them.
The first trial, outside whatever current procedure, was to be locked in a wide room with paper and pen given from them, without dictionaries, computers, pencils, erasers, etc.: “Please write, in a couple of pages, why in Canada and why did you ask for asylum.” I think it was before the notification of the arrest, which is anyway odd but current procedure and I already knew it was such when I had consulted some documentation, just before my North American move, about the refugee-asylum laws and procedures in Canada and elsewhere.
The secret police bureaux had reassured them: “Sure! He'll write something we'll use for claiming that you-we may not even examine any asylum request coming from such a person.”
I wrote four pages in capital letters, so that everything were easier readable. There was no craziness etc. It was understandable. Despite I were without dictionaries etc and without the possibility to really correct what I was writing, despite my English be not extraordinary, the spelling was perhaps better than the spelling of the average Canadian chap with a university degree, English teachers included (yes, it is so... ...the [Canadian-]British-English spelling, even of English teachers, is a bit “insufficient” in Canada). Anyway, it was everything understandable, with some consistency, NOT self-discrediting. It was unusable for their need to claim I could not even present an asylum claim.
The outcome of that odd trial not only was not a point against me. It was finally a point in my favour. Because, when they'll make a mess and partially falsified the long confused interview[s] [not decisive, because, in about one month from the asylum claim one has to fill and deliver the so-called PIF (personal information form) with also a piece of writing of whatever length with detailed declarations about the reasons of the asylum claim] during the two-three day arrest [a judge will free me against the Immigration_Officers- “government” claims] etc., my synthetic four initial pages [and also the PIF I'll fill and write by myself without any free “legal aid” they pay to whatever else, but, finally fortunately, NOT to me] will refute whatever Canadian and Italian “governments” delirium and worse.
It was also immediately evident that the criminal cooperation between Italian and Canadian secret police bureaux was continuing even on the Canadian territory and in conditions of refugee protection claim.
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31 August 2008, evening
Just arrived at the Vancouver airport, before whatever counter, visa etc., before taking back my baggage, at the first person in uniform, an old man in airport uniform I suppose, immediately before the counters where people show their passports, I asked for asylum.
He looked astonished at my Italian passport. I repeated the request. He accompanied me to a male immigration officer (perhaps a Pakistani or Indian or similar, who, with female immigration officers, will deal with me also later): “Please, repeat to this gentleman what you said to me.” I repeated my request. It was, as normal I suppose, the last time I saw my passport. Later, they gave me a photocopy. The immigration officer accompanied me in front of their Immigration Offices where I waited perhaps a couple of hours.
They contacted their Secret Police services, which contacted the Italian ones.
The immediate order the Canadian Immigration received was: “Do whatever you can for avoiding accepting his asylum request.”
- "How...?!"
- "...Claim that he is not in condition to think, to act, to connect..."
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Dopo avere chiesto asilo politico all'aeroporto di Vancouver cosa hai fatto?
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...The two ways, if you do not have the “fortune” of being an illegal US border crosser from the “right” country, are to ask for asylum when you are already in Canada or to ask for asylum immediately at the airport. In this pseudo law and order paradise, actually honesty and transparency do not pay. Despite that, I'm continuing to prefer the more transparent solution.
There are differences...
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With Italian passport, one does not need any previous visa for being admitted to Canada. A visitor visa is automatically given just one lands.
However, I am a special case. ...Interpol files made up and falsified from the Italian “government” (the insane and criminals of the secret police services, and the insane and criminal politicians and institutional chaps), with indication of a demolition operation needing going on in whatever place I reach. For insanities and for committing crimes, all “governments” are solidary. “Human rights” are empty claims used for public quarrelling only. International and inter-State conflicts are just farces for fucking peoples and for gratifying the oligarchies exploiting people idiocy and profiting of it.
...There are two different possibilities for asking for asylum in Canada...
...Ah, no, there is a third one, in Canada, despite and in violation of the bilateral treaty with the USA. If you cross illegally the border and you are for example from Central America, the Immigration officers, alias the “government”, ask for asylum [...to you or] for you, in practice, with free “legal aid”, Salvation Army free residences and assistance etc. ...They oblige them to ask for asylum, instead of putting them in prison for illegal immigration etc.... ...In violation of the bilateral treaty between Canada and USA about asylum-refugees.
http://www.unhcr.org/refworld/country,,,BILATERALTREATY,USA,,42d7b9944,0.html
Canadians historically and currently claim that the USA are the land of criminals while Canada is the land of law and order. The example just stated, simply roughly but precisely drafted, is a good example of this schizophrenic, borderline, hypocritical Canada and Canadian people. ...There is a wide market around that as well as around Mexicans and others pseudo-asylum seekers, actually only escaped from US crackdowns against illegal immigrants.
...There are three different possibilities for asking for asylum in Canada... ...The third one + other two...
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In fact, various aspects of what had just happened suggested me to chose the option I had previously rejected when, for a long time, while planning this move, I was longly undecided between Seattle or Vancouver. Finally I had opted for Seattle. The Providence unequivocally showed me that Seattle was the wrong choice and that Vancouver would have been better, overall after that the Tokyo airport experience gave me new elements to make public about the actions of the Italian secret police butchers and its allied in the world.
The same day, left Tokyo, I reached Taipei. In the night, there were direct flights to Vancouver. Never take again indirect flights with new “dangerous” check-ins! Naturally, in Taipei, the flights to Vancouver, as whatever other flight I suppose, were already fully booked. The last minutes of the last, or the penultimate, flight, the Providence freed for me a place. I was on the way to Vancouver which I reached the evening of the same day. Hours decrease going East. So, the night of Sunday 31 August 2008 in Taipei became the evening of the same day, after a long flight, in Vancouver.
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Insomma, se ho capito bene hai fatto prima Taipei-Tokyo, poi Tokyo-Taipei e infine Taipei-Vancouver.
Kidnapped one afternoon (30 August 2008), one night (30-31 August) and one morning (31 August) inside the Tokyo airport on request of the Italian Embassy[-“government”] in Tokyo
Obliged to pay a ransom (with “regular” receipts) for leaving the Tokyo airport
30 August 2008. A flight from Taipei in the early morning. Taipei-Tokyo-Seattle. With new check-in in Tokyo. Reached Tokyo in the early afternoon. New check-in and [in my intentions] flight to Seattle. At the Tokyo check-in, they ask why I have only a one-way ticket. I tell that it is my intention to remain in the USA. They insist. I tell that, anyway, I can go outside the USA by bus and that I could not buy a US bus ticket in Taiwan. They insist. I tell that it not their business. They insist. I tell that it is my intention to ask for asylum in the USA etc. and that, consequently, I did not need to waste money for a return ...return where? I tell that I have no intention to go back to Taiwan. In addition, I underline that in Taiwan, it was sold me that ticket without any problem. They tell that they do not know what asylum is, what asylum seekers are, what refugees are, what the United Nations are. They want a return ticket. Finally, they call an agent of the US immigration. He tells that it is right in that way, that it is indispensable a “return” ticked for going to the USA. However, he comes to talk with me. I tell him that I had already asked for asylum to the USA and to the United Nations, that they did not answer, so I wanted to reach the US territory. Requests done from the outside may seem jokes. When one is on the US territory, everything is different. He'd like to know the case, my case. I tell him that it is such a crazy thing that it is better I do not tell him anything. He insists. I summarize my case. He listens. He promises help. He calls functionaries of the “Embassy”. Immediately, he cannot find anybody. It is Saturday afternoon. We wait. I wait there, near the counter of the check-in. He goes to his office to check his computers and to wait answers from the “Embassy”. He is of the Immigration, not of other services, agencies or bureaus. His classification level is limited, specific to his duties and powers. However, he can check my para-visa application. Certainly, also something else. There is a visa or pseudo-visa or para-visa application that citizens or subjects of the countries previously did not need a visa now need to fill on line. It a kind of announcement that in an undetermined (or anyway vague) future one has intention to cross a certain US border at a certain “station” or site. If one changes mind, for example a different location for entering the USA, the application may be rectified. I one finally does not use it, no problem. It is without any costs. It is called Visa Waiver Program (VWP).
When the US Immigration officer comes back the last time, after having finally reached and talked with the US “Embassy” officers, he has a funereal face. He looks at me as at a person will be perhaps dead in a few hours: “...I cannot do anything more! I cannot do anything more! Good luck! Good luck! Eventually, on Monday, you may go to the United Nations in Tokyo...” “To do you what...?!” “Yes, you are right...” I thanks him. He goes away. I remain there, in the transit area of the airport, with the possibility to buy a new ticket for solving is some way that situation.
What happened when the US Immigration officer had reached his “colleagues” of the US “Embassy”? They checked their computers according their level of access to classified information. They found my Interpol file, falsified form the massacre bureaus of Carabinieri and PS. They read the “alarm”, the instructions for the demolition operation. Consequently, they alerted the Italian Embassy in Tokyo, which pretended, from the Japanese, that they “blocked” me immediately, in some way.
Ask Rutelli, your great brother and your ex-leader Francesco Rutelli. He is one of the assholes now giving institutional cover to that demolition operation of the psychotics and criminals of the massacre bureaus of Carabinieri and PS. This kind of dossiers are also on his desk.
It was perhaps around 16:00. Nothing had happened from my side. I was very quiet and amused as usual. In the transit area of a crowded airport as the Tokyo one, there are cameras everywhere. They are my witnesses. As usual, I was absolutely calm and my intention was only to go away from the Tokyo airport, away from Japan. The psychotics and criminals of the Italian Embassy were, as usual in such cases, very agitated and they had pressed the Japanese to act. Just they were sure that the American Immigration officer had gone away, two chaps in plainclothes, a male and a female, of the airport security, approached me, asked my passport and told me that they needed to accompany me in a different area of the airport for giving me back my baggage.
I'll see my passport again only when I'll pass the check-in for leaving Tokyo. I was moved in a blank area, without the possibility to buy a flight ticket and, specifically, in a room they used as a waiting room for de facto only Islamic travellers of different countries they interrogated about the nature of their trips to Tokyo, the nature of their businesses (I listen part of the “interrogatories”; the large majority of this Islamic “suspects” was made of businessmen) and about written or printed materials they had found in their baggage. It was a room of the Japanese Immigration. After a few metres, passed through the Japanese Immigration, through the border, there was the Japanese territory.
During this kidnapping, I was abusively de facto detained, and without passport, by the security of the airport by offices or structures of the Japanese Immigration. The confused orders they received changed according the Japanese government [secret police] functionary was in charge from the other side of the telephone line. They called continuously for instructions.
Time to time, I insisted that I wanted my passport back and that I needed to find a new ticket for leaving the Tokyo airport. They did not answer, or answered that I was not allowed to move freely in the airport, alias I was not allowed to move at all to the transit area of the airport, that I was not allowed to enter Japan, that I ought to call the Italian Embassy, that I must go back to Italy.
Finally, in the late night, they told me that there were no more flights and that the airport ought to close, so all the rooms, offices, etc. needed to be locked . “You have kidnapped me, kept my passport, hampered me from accessing areas where I could buy a flight ticked. And now you tell me that there are not any more flights...” “The airport is closing. Now, we accompany you to an hotel in Tokyo.” “I have no intention to go to any hotel anywhere. I have no intention to cross the border for entering Japan. You are responsible for this situation...” “We must close and lock this room.” “Good, please, no problem.” I sat down, on the floor, outside the “Islamic room” of the Japanese Immigration. “You are not allowed to remain here. We must accompany you to an hotel.” “I do not go to any hotel and I do not want to see any more these two chaps of the airport security. I go nowhere with these two chaps. I go nowhere at all. If I must pass the night somewhere, I want to pass the night in a police station. Please, call the police... ...A police station is the only safe place for me, although I had no intention to cross the border for entering Japan. I want only to have back my passport, to buy a flight ticked and to go away from there. This situation has been created from you, not from me. ...Please, call the press and the TV.” Hysterical crisis of the Japanese: “Why do you want we call journalists?! For doing what?! You want to slander Japan!!!” “No, no, you are the best of the world. I want only to accuse the Italian Embassy and the Americans who had obliged and are obliging you to do what you are doing.”
The Italian Embassy, alias the Italian secret police, had planned something in a Tokyo hotel. Japan is a country at high [Japanese] Mafia (alias “government”/secret_police parallel militias) density. I had the firm intention not to leave the relatively safe airport.
The airport was closing for a few hours. Rooms and offices of the Japanese Immigration were closing. Progressive darkness. I was sitting down, on the floor, a few metres from the “border”, immediately outside the room were I was kept the facto prisoner during the afternoon, the evening and early night or part of the late night. It was perhaps around midnight. About ten immigration officers, the two of the airport security had kidnapped me, and some other de facto link officer between the Japanese “government” (from the other side of the telephone) and me, were in circle around me. All these Japanese were shouting: “You cannot remain here! You cannot remain here! You have to cross the border! Your baggage is from the other side.” Before I was not allowed to go into Japan or to the “shopping” area of the airport for buying a flight ticket. Now, they pretended to oblige me to go inside Japan and to accompany me to an hotel they had decided for me, but at my charge.
No compromise with the butchers.
I was quietly sitting down on the floor or standing up against a wall. Just I closed my eyes for simulating sleeping, they vigorously shook me: “You cannot sleep here! You cannot sleep here! Wake up! Wake up!” And I, smiling amused: “Thank you! Thank you! I rest better if you shake me when I'm sleeping! Thank you again. You are very kind.” ...Japanese in psychological breakdown.
The immigration officers went away. The two chaps, a male and a female, of the airport security remained there with the supplement of different shifts of one agent per shift of a security company providing agents in uniform. They'll pretend the payment of about 400 [four hundreds] Euro, for them, before accompanying me to a flight and giving me back the passport in practice at the door of an aeroplane, so releasing me from that kidnapping, the morning or very early afternoon after.
For the precise sum of the ransom, ask for the copy of the receipts they have. In total, that “Tokyo check-in” will cost me 2'000 Euro. On 30 August 2008, I had left Taiwan with 4'500 Euro. I'll reach Vancouver, on 31 August 2008, with 2'500 Euro (certified from the Canadian Immigration, which “translated” them in $3.500: ...they are written on the ID, a paper, they gave me!), without any voluntary expense in the meanwhile. I do not buy anything in airports. 400 Euro of ransom. An enormous sum for a ticket Tokyo-Taipei-Hong_Kong, since their refusal to buy a ticket only Tokyo-Taipei anyway equally super-expensive, bought from a Japanese “link officer” since they had abusively subtracted my passport and I was kidnapped, so not in condition to reach a counter where to buy a ticket. The “lost” ticket for Seattle. There is no reimbursement or substitution for “discount tickets”, if they make you to lose a flight or if they hamper from “using” your flight.
Sunday 31 August 2008, early morning, just the immigration reopened that surreal de-facto-”Islamic”room, I could move back, from the floor where I had passed the night, to that surreal room. Always kidnapped. In the early morning, perhaps it was around 7:00, Japanese show. First an idiotic tall simple agent of the Japanese Immigration, but in high uniform so that he seemed (but he wasn't) a general, immediately later an idiotic female of the security company, shouted that I would have been certainly arrested and that I should call the Italian Embassy. “You are not allowed to walk around freely in this airport... ...We have received sure information that you are very dangerous. ..You must call the Italian Embassy! You must go back to Italy!” I insisted that they were kidnapping me and that I did not worry about anything and anybody. It was their business and responsibility what they were doing.
Finally, the Japanese “government” sent a chap (one of the staff of the airport, with usual airport employee uniform) charged to buy, for me and with my money, a flight ticket, and to get the payment of the ransom (the payment for the security agents in uniform THEY, NOT me, had arbitrarily called). They gave me back my passport only when I was passing the check-in, not before, for going back to Taipei where the air tickets for whatever place were decidedly cheaper than the apparently (they told me the prices; I was not allowed to buy a ticket by myself) super-expensive Tokyo. This chap, with the “private” security agent in uniform, escorted me until the door of the aeroplane.
Reached Taipei the late afternoon or early evening. There was yet daylight.
What to do, now, in the Taipei airport after the Tokyo experience?
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Kidnapped one afternoon (30 August 2008), one night (30-31 August) and one morning (31 August) inside the Tokyo airport on request of the Italian Embassy[-“government”] in Tokyo
Obliged to pay a ransom (with “regular” receipts) for leaving the Tokyo airport
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Kidnapped one afternoon (30 August 2008), one night (30-31 August) and one morning (31 August) inside the Tokyo airport on request of the Italian Embassy[-“government”] in Tokyo
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The hand of G-d manifested at the Tokyo check-in. In fact, in Taiwan, I could find only a non-direct flight, Taipei-Tokyo-Seattle. …“Prodigies” of travel agents... I'll be luckier when G-d will put in my hands a ticket for Vancouver B.C. ...This happened in Taipei on 31 August night. Now, we are yet at the day before, 30 August 2008.
Ah, I had bought a one-way ticket, a one-way ticket Taipei-Seattle, de facto Taipei-Tokyo-Seattle “It the the only available possibility, now”, said a clerk of a travel agency in Taichung.
No problem from Taiwan. However, if you use one-way tickets from Tokyo, or with check-in in Tokyo...
Ah, you should understand the mafia relations there are between and among States, not only inside and about whatever single State.
Taiwan/RoC is one of the winner of WWII, although later fucked using the maos.
Japan in one of the losers, so USA open colony in a lot of matters.
From Taipei, one may go whenever one wants, with one-way tickets.
In Tokyo, they follow the orders of the USA Immigration, whose agents are present inside the airport. “No, one-way tickets!” The Japanese are so terrorised that they don't sell one-way tickets for whatever other destination, apart from special cases. From Tokyo, you need a ticket at least bringing you, later, out from your real destination. Or, in such a way they behaved later with me, after other, perhaps [melo]dramatic, events. Ask the Japanese embassy for further information... ...No! No! Wait! Other “spicy” things happened in Tokyo. Others are the Japanese crimes, in this story!
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...pseudo-English...
I have to wait for the decisions of the Canadian “government”...
Yes, legally, there is the faculty to withdraw the “application”, the refugee claim.
It is not my intention. It was not and it is not a joke.
I wait and, eventually, I act.
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Così da vari mesi tu vivi a Vancouver. Ti trovi bene?
Come mai stai scrivendo in inglese?
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B.C. means British Columbia, one of the Canadian Provinces. Canada has a federal structure. Its 10 Provinces and 3 Territories are the “States” or “regions” of this independent federation, whose Head of State is the British monarch.
There is another Vancouver, in the USA.
“Mine” is Vancouver B.C..
Vancouver B.C. and Seattle are near, on the map, and not very far in reality, on the ground, one from one side, and the other on the other side of the border between Canada and USA.
I'm anyway without passport, naturally.
They keep it when you ask for asylum.
I asked for “asylum”, in Canada, only asylum, NOT political asylum. However it is objectively political, despite I had no political alignment and no political interest or passion. ...It is an Italian “government”/State unilateral decision, their delirium, their irreversible delirium.
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Voilà!
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No, it is more beautiful.
There is the sea and immediately the mountains now with snow.
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This is Vancouver B.C.:
http://vancouver.ca
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The hand of G-d hampered me from reaching Seattle (USA), where just one asks for asylum is immediately arrested ...until deportation, after rejection of the refugee claim. That would have happened overall in my case, as I discovered while on the way of reaching Seattle.
I naturally already knew that one is arrested and kept in prison, in the USA, in such circumstances. When you see “successful stories”, in the field of individual refugee claims, they are Cia-refugees.
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Chiedere asilo in Canada che collabora pienamente con i servizi e Stato italiani.
Mi sembra un controsenso: spiegati.
Oppure li stai portando in una trappola?
Mandi,
Renzo Riva
renzoriva@libero.it
349.3464656
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