gold fish bubble

I was hoping things might improve with my local public housing office now that I was in a new place.
Silly me.
Ten weeks later I'm still waiting for them to install curtain rails.
Male passers by can see into my unit, even during the day, judging by the waves they give me.
At night I'm a sitting duck for anybody wanting to do a drive by shooting.
I know how a gold fish in a bowl must feel.
But all is not lost.
Someone I know came up with the bright suggestion of sticking bubble wrap on the windows.
It works!
And it will have to do until I can afford to pay to install curtain rails myself, it seems.
This was despite being told by the public housing office that it would do it for me before I moved in.
Something else I have had lumbered on me is the unwanted role of unofficial 'gatekeeper' of the pathway that runs beside my place.
The gate has been unlocked since I moved in and non-residents from the next street have been using it as a short-cut to the shopping centre.
One of the other residents complained to me about this and told me to keep the gate locked.
After I had aquiesed to her demand, a male neighbour and regular trespasser expressed his annoyance about his thoroughfare being blocked, and in defiance jumped the gate.
The next morning I found that the driver's side mirror of my car had been gouged out and thrown in the gutter.
The residents of the three other units who might need to pass through this gate are all disabled, leaving me holding the hot potato.
In public housing it is very hard to live your own life and keep to yourself because there are always encroachments by others that make this impossible.

FREE AT LAST

I'm in a new public housing property now, in a much nicer part of the world.
And best of all, I am the only one with the keys.
Not like at the retirement village where I was living before where there was ready access to the key to my front door.
By the general manager, his administrative offsiders, office and nursing staff and even the maintenance man.
Window cleaners were allowed to come into my unit when I was not there, despite my objections and wishes to be at home when they were.
Yet my Housing NSW lease said there were to be no unauthorised entries.
It was horrible living in a place where people I did not know or trust were able to enter my unit without my knowledge or permission.
I feel like I've been let out of gaol after serving a sentence of eight years.
I have my life back again.
Even though it took the threat of losing it to regain it.

STARSHIP ENTERPRISE STILL OUT THERE

At times I feel like Captain Kirk of the old TV series Star Trek fame trying to navigate Starship Enterprise through hails of asteroids.
This is how it seems when an apparent hacker hurls viruses at my computer. The latest is Bloodhound.MalPE and its source a0110062.dll.
Does anyone know how to track down these pesky varmints?
Just discovered in my Macquarie Dictionary that the word 'varmint' derives from 'vermin'.
Americans seem to like the word a lot.
Also when I turn on my computer, a security warning says my firewall is not installed when in fact it is.
Is a hacker doing this?
A microsoft technician I asked about it had not heard of it happening before.
I'm still waiting on the results of my skin scraping analysis.
An antibiotic cream given to me by a dermatologist has not had much effect.
An iridologist told me my body is so full of toxic chemicals that the kidney and liver cannot eliminate them.
That is why I have the acne outbreak on my right cheek.
Even the lymph system cannot get rid of it.
The most frightening thing I was told was that toxic chemicals in the body can mimic oestrogen which in large amounts causes cancer.

STATE TERRORISM

I haven't posted for several months for several reasons.
I've been virtually homeless since the middle of February when I was forced to sleep in my car after a toxic chemical substance that gave off fumes was placed in my public housing unit to drive me out.
After I discovered that the fumes were coming from a chemical substance placed on the carpet around my bed and tried to wash it off, a potentially lethal amount of hydrogen cyanide was placed in my unit.
I encountered this on the morning of 8 April 2010 when I went in there to collect my printer.
I've been feeling sick ever since.
Medical treatment is hard to find because it seems no one has had to deal with this condition before.
Whatsmore, most people find it very hard to believe what I am saying and think I am crazy.
Exactly what the perpetrators of the grotesque murder attempt want.
I've been very afraid.
I am continuing to pay rent to HousingNSW for this unit which I cannot live in because it is chemically contaminated and because my life is at risk there because my belongings are still in it.
Every time I go in there to pack, I feel sick and my face breaks out with redness and acne.
I think the perpetrators expected me to just go and die beside the road like a piece of roadkill, leaving all my belongings behind for them to throw out like the rubbish they think I am.

CHEMICAL WARFARE REVISITED

WORLD HEALTH ORGANISATION
Chemical warfare agents
Fact Sheet 11: Blood Gas Hydrogen Cyanide
Description:
Hydrogen cyanide is usually included among the CW agents causing general poisoning. It has been reported that hydrogen cyanide was used in the Iran-Iraq war, against the Kurds during the 1980's. Hydrogen cyanide has high toxicity and in sufficient concentrations it rapidly leads to death. During the Second World War, a form of hydrogen cyanide (Zyklon B) was used in the Nazi gas chambers. At room temperature, hydrogen cyanide is a colourless liquid which boils at 26 oC. Its high volatility probably makes hydrogen cyanide difficult to use in warfare since there are problems in achieving sufficiently high concentrations outdoors. On the other hand, the concentration of hydrogen cyanide may rapidly reach lethal levels if it is released in confined spaces.

DID KAFKA LIVE IN PUBLIC HOUSING?

I think I had better start reading The Trial by Franz Kafka.
It may prove very relevant for my future.
The Wikipedia summary of this book sounds all too familiar.
At least I am not alone.
Anyone who lived in Stalinist Russia would know all about it too.

CHEMICAL WARFARE?

For the last six weeks I've been experiencing chemical fumes in my unit.
A similar happened around this time last year.
The chemical substance left a burning sensation on my skin, forcing me to leave my unit and sleep in my car.
Coincidentally it happened during the week before a decision was handed down by the Consumer Trader & Tenancy Tribunal that I as a public housing tenant living in a retirement village was not covered by the Retirement Villages Act.
It was only the fee paying residents who had this privilege.
To be protected against discrimination and harassment by management and other residents.
It had taken seven stressful months for the CTTT to make this ruling, and both sides were during that time understandably getting a bit toey.
I'd been firing off some angry emails at the other side.
They retaliated by placing a chemical substance in my unit which burnt my facial skin and made it hard for me to breath.
Suspecting foul play, I went to the police.
Once the decision that went against me was out in the open, the chemical warfare suddenly stopped.
This year the fumes have been coming mainly at night, and the early hours of the morning.
Now they are happening during the day too.
Wonder what they are and where they are coming from?
Bridget Jones Message to Self: Don't get paranoid about this.
There may be a totally innocent causation, an alternative explanation.