An excerpt from the book Advanced Handwriting Cryptography..
While I’ve been most of the last 20 years traveling, in every new place where I decided to stay for a while I had to find a temporary job, where possible getting the paperwork done for a legal stay. And I had to find a place to live with all the head ache coming with it. During my first years in exile it wasn’t that hard to find a job, only needed to learn to speak the local language a bit, and then it was easy.. but as having no legal stay these were all temporary and little paid jobs. Many years later, when having legalized my stay almost everywhere I went, no matter how well and how many languages I spoke by this time, to find a job was often almost impossible. The world had changed and not for the better.. for the working class I mean. In the beginning I even managed to kind of settle down, to rent a place, design my own home buying all the things a cozy home needs.. but after several places changed, giving almost everything away or leaving behind, taking with me just one backpack with necessary things, I stopped setting up my homes even when staying for a long time in some places. I couldn’t afford to waste money on anything more than minimally needed as I was never sure I could call another new place a home the next day.
Often I began in a new place living in tent, or simply in sleeping bag on the street, and that lifestyle often took lots of extra time to find places to take shower and wash clothes, to find food while no money in pocket, to find from donations clothes and shoes when they were wearing off, to travel between places of camping and places to eat daily etc. — writing a book wasn’t an option in these conditions because even the battery of cellphone had to be charged in a random place, not to talk about working long hours on a computer or tablet, which I did succeed to buy with the money from occasional jobs after some devices broke down or got stolen. The irony is here that when in recent times I worked sometimes with a contract and rented an apartment I had less free money available for electronics than when I lived in a tent and only had occasional jobs from time to time — the pay of workers had become so small compared to expenses
There have been many electronic devices I lost in my life to destruction, hacking and stealing, well over ten of them in the last 15 years, since time when I became more active in politics than I was before. I was actively spreading truthful information about how the world really works. I did lots of research on current world affairs as it was more important than writing a book. In times when I lived in a house and had a connection to internet I was sharing alternative documentaries in many ways — on my websites, blogs, by e-mails, on DVD-s, shared fliers with my website address in public places to spread the information unavailable on corporate media, and so on. I have dedicated to it a lot of time, especially since 2003. A lot. And I don’t regret it. So no surprise several my blogs got blocked, documentary films and political videos often removed and related accounts on social sites deleted — that’s the so called freedom of information in our ‘democratic’ world.. up to hacking of my computers and worse.
In times when I found somewhat stable job and rented an apartment, in few occasions I noticed that the places were searched without my presence. One day when I was supposed to be at a meeting but decided to stay home, one man entered my apartment with his own key. I heard someone entering and confronted him at the door.. he mumbled something that he had lived in the place before and forgot something. I let him go not to begin a full investigation as I had enough issues to deal with — I simply had no time for it as economical survival was priority and finding out who spied on me wouldn’t change in my life anything. I was doing nothing illegal, I had nothing to hide and it was actually them who wasted their time on me. Since then all the secret searches had stopped in that place, or been made more carefully, who knows. Well, I also installed an alarm with detector of movement, so maybe that helped. Some years later, in another country, in one place which I rented on the last floor, the ceiling was drilled through like in a spy movie. Coming home I found some small white pieces on the floor which weren’t there before going out. I tried to figure out what happened and laid down, and then I noticed a hole in the ceiling. Funny as it was, I made a remark about it on one of my social accounts, and I got left alone again.
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