Monday, November 14, 2016

PROTEST# 651- 700 NOVEMBER 14, 2016-JUNE 05, 2017


PROTEST# 700…THE RAIN FROM LAST WEEK RUINED MY GOLD STAR POSTER…TODAY A NEW LAMINATED SHONE IN A CLOUDY DAY

New York, June 5, 2017



PROTEST # 699 TODAY MY PROTEST WAS PLEASED WITH SMALL EVENTS WHICH MADE MY DAY... A CORNER OF THE SELECTIVE AREA OF BANK OF AMERICA WOKE UP MY INSPIRATION AND I COULD DISTRACT MY MISERY FOR A WHILE... AN ILLUSION PUT INTO MY MIND AN IMPOSSIBLE DREAM
New York, June 2, 2017


Today in the morning 3 people piled up many magazines by the selective area of Bank of America, beside the Train station. The magazines seem to books and this caught my attention.   My eyes were connected to a deluded imagination that made me wish that these magazines were my books. Few people were interested in the magazines, at noon; a car picked up most of them, and left some on the floor. They remained throughout the afternoon.








PROTEST # 698... AT THIS TIME, THE HELL I'M LIVING AT HOME IS TAKING ALL MY ATTENTION... TODAY DURING THIS PROTEST I LET SOME DEVILS TO PASS ME AS A STUPID AND FOOL ME… I WILL NOT FORGET THIS DAY!
New York, June 1, 2017





PROTEST #697... YESTERDAY THE LACK OF SLEEP, HEADACHE AND STRESS TRIED TO BEAT ME... I WAS ABOUT TO FAINT, A FRIEND CAME AND TOOK ME TO THE BATTLEFIELD WHERE I LIVE... TODAY I DRAGGED ALL MY STRENGTH TO MEET THIS PROTEST WITH THE HELP OF TYLENOL

New York, May 31, 2017




POST # 696... SPECIAL POST! SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT! SINCE MY LIFE IS PUBLIC, I'D LIKE THE WORLD TO KNOW THE ENEMIES THAT ARE THREATENING ME…THE CRIMINALS WHO I LIVE WITH ARE PLOTTING AGAINST ME... UNFORTUNATELY WHEN I TRY TO INFORM THE AUTHORITIES THEY SAY THAT THERE IS NO CASE BECAUSE STILL NOBODY HAS KILLED ME... A WEEKEND WITH TWO UNSUCCESSFUL POLICE’S VISITS, ALLOWED DECEPTION OVERCAME THE JUSTICE
New York, May 30, 2017

The owner of the house where I live is a blind man married to a woman who works outside the house. They live in the basement. On October 12, 2016 a couple who is renting the first floor, rented me a room. They Sub rent 2 rooms to live without paying rent. My personal life blog, home #12 and p #695 show their misdeeds.

The Homeowners in appreciation of my honesty offered me a room on the second floor of the house. In this apartment live a woman with two girls, one 12 years old and the other 4. At the beginning I tried to be generous with the family, I felt pity that the eldest daughter was raising her sister by the absence of the mother. As soon I discovered the unpleasant lifestyle of the mother, the misconduct of the daughters and the danger they represented I stopped being friendly. P #691 and a letter that I sent to an office of protection to children explain the facts. ACKNOWLEDGED! 6/14/2017

Today my medical conditions allowed me only half a day of protest.






POST # 695…AN INCREDIBLE STORY OF CHILD EXTORTION LEFT UNPUNISHED! A CRIMINAL WITH LUCK!

THIS IS THE STORY OF A CORRUPTED LANDLORD THAT CAN BLIND JUSTICE AND FAMILY TO GET AWAY OF ITS WRONGDOING….WORKING UNDOCUMENTED PEOPLE HAVE BEING DEPORTED JUST FOR A MINOR OFFENSE, THIS PERSON WITH A BIG FAULT  NOT…THE LEGAL AGENCIES WHERE THIS CRIME WAS REPORTED JUST LET IT GO…
May 20, 2017

I'd like to share with my followers of Bank of America my killer, one of the most fraudulent stories that I have ever seen during my efforts to keep a roof over my head.

This case of child extortion is committed by my former landlord; I witnessed part of the crime. No action was taken even though it was reported to the Department of children and family. In March 2017, this undocumented woman sent a text to the friend who used to cover her misdeeds.  She mentioned to her that had received a call from the Department of children and family.  Here is the case:

A child named “Carlitos” was given to this landlord Mrs. Alicia Lucero, who is about 57 years old for baby-sitter.  Mrs. Lucero has used the child to extort a man for money, claiming a false paternity and maternity. This man is Mr. Joaquin Sanchez and is known by Mrs. Lucero when he was doing pizza deliveries at the age of 17 years old. Although the couple seemed mother and son, they kept a clandestine affair thru the years. Mrs. Lucero told Mr. Sánchez that she had become pregnant from him and because she is a married woman had to keep their son in secret. Mr. Sanchez has been giving child support and financial aid based in her lie. He is now 27 years old and still believes this Machiavellian built story.

The mother of the child ignores what is happening with her son. Due to the difficulties that Ms. Lucero has to meet with Mr. Sánchez and the child, she tells him that sends the child regularly to Mexico where her family lives. This way, when Mr. Sánchez wants to see the child has to pay for the trip.

Ms. Lucero covers her deception giving him photos of “Carlitos” taken at home and the promise that when her husband Mr. Marcial Gonzalez dies she would marry him. Mr. Sanchez is taking seriously a false fatherhood and gives whatever Mrs. Lucero demands for. He is also proud to show pictures of the child on his Facebook “Hijo Del Rey Sánchez “. However, his profile has a title saying: “King mystery Jr”. Mr. Sanchez responds to comments praising the alleged Dad “If is truth”.

Last year Mrs. Lucero’s husband has found on her cell phone many calls to a number belonging to a man, also discovered photos of “Carlitos” on this man Facebook, This man was Mr. Sanchez. Although Mr. Lucero denied any extramarital relationship, her husband forbade her to baby-sitter the child. Mrs. Lucero continues to do so in secret. To fool him she asked her friend who was a tenant of the house to lend her free-phone called ‘Obama phone” (518-360-6750).

“Carlitos” is being mentally corrupted by Mrs. Lucero., she forces him to call her “Mommy” and to Mr. Sanchez “Dad”. On February 24, 2017 Mrs. Lucero confessed to her friend about her concern because Mr. Sanchez was demanding to see the child more often and forced her to go to his job to respond for their son. (FA-BENE Pizza 2197 Grandconcourse (182 St) Bronx NY (718)220-0022). 

The boy's mother had financial problems to pay baby-sitter and tried not to bring the child to Mrs. Lucero as she use to do. Mr. Sanchez began to get angry and threatened Ms. Lucero to come to her house to search for the child. On February 27, 2017 Mrs. Lucero finally got the child back and spent the day with Mr. Sanchez. When they got home the screams of the child broke my heart.  The child looked very tired; I took a picture when Ms. Lucero went outside. This woman several times asked the child "who am I?" The child responded with insecure voice "Mommy". I felt sorry for him; the boy is product of a relationship between the mother and a married man who doesn’t care much his son. Mrs. Lucero responded to his cries with attitude, I hear saying: "what!" I'm going to the bathroom!   My impression was so great that decided tape recorder the event and investigated where the child lives.

Mr. Marcial Gonzalez refuses to believe what his wife Mrs. Alicia Lucero did.

ABOUT MY LANDLORDS

My landlords were married on 2015 as soon they discovered the cancer in Mr. Marcial González. Through public assistance for the treatment of cancer, he began a process to legalize his immigration status in the United States.  His wife Ms. Alicia Lucero therefore expects to obtain her resident visa through Mr. Gonzalez. The Chemotherapy ruined the intimate functions of Mr. González and they live in separate rooms. Ms. Lucero is aware that her husband is going to die soon and could marry her old time lover Mr. Sanchez to legalize his immigration status and get more money from him.


Hijo Del Rey Sanchez updated his cover photo.

POSTED IN FACEBOOK ON MAY 25, 2017















IMPOSTOR MOTHER









Hijo Del Rey Sanchez Facebook







LANDLORDS 

CHEATER FACEBOOK

DISTANCE SEPARATES BODIES HEARTS NOT



Hijo Del Rey Sanchez Eso si es cierto  THAT'S TRUE.  


Mariposa De Barrio Hola amor HELLO LOVE




Hijo Del Rey Sanchez Cómo estás  HOW ARE YOU





Mariposa De Barrio bien gracias adiós corazón WELL THANK YOU GOODBYE HEART



PROTEST #694... I AM NOT GOING TO GIVE UP MY PROTESTS! THIS MESSAGE IS FOR PEOPLE WHO ENJOY HARASSING ME... TODAY I HEARD AGAIN THE VOICE OF AN EVIL COWARD OF BANK OF AMERICA... FINALLY, AFTER 4 YEARS MY CAMERA CAPTURED HIS RUNAWAY FACE
New York, May 26, 2017

When I was writing this post, suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by a man who works at Bank of America. Since 2013 he is criticizing me for being in front of the Bank. He pass behind me saying offensive words on my back, and then quickly goes to the Bank to avoid I see him.  Always People who piles up by the door of the Bank prevent me from taking a photo. Today though I could not record his voice my camera could catch him.

https://youtu.be/FdqDK8cXOiY    "Two seconds OF VIDEO  worth for 4 years








PROTEST # 693... MY DAY BEGAN WITH 2 SHOWERS, ONE AT HOME, AND THE OTHER ON THE STREET... THE RAIN ALLOWED ME JUST HALF A DAY OF PROTEST AND I USED IT TO RECORD UMBRELLAS, SOME OF THEM WERE OUT OF CONTROL AND CHANGED THE MOOD OF ITS USERS, OTHERS HAD DESIGNS THAT KEPT ME DISTRACTED... MY "UMBRELLA’S SHOW" ENDED WHEN MY FEET WERE SOAKING IN WATER AND MY “GOLD STAR POSTER" BEGAN TO DETERIORATE.
New York, May 25, 2017














PROTEST # 692 …TODAY MY MIND HAD A LITTLE REST... AT LEAST I COULD MAKE THIS PROTEST WITHOUT ANY STORMY EVENTS... ONLY WINDS CONNECTED MY 2 HELL IN AN ENDLESS MISERY ... THE GENEROSITY OF 2 PEOPLE SURPRISED ME, A LADY FROM THE TOWER OF BANK OF AMERICA BROUGHT ME ICE POP AND A FOOD VENDOR BESIDE THE BARRIERS GAVE ME A FREE HOT DOG.

New York, May 24 2017



PROTEST # 691... BREATHTAKING!  PANIC AT HOME... TODAY I STARTED MY PROTEST WITH FRIGHT AND LUCKY ENOUGH TO BE ABLE TO PREVENT A FATAL TRAGEDY AT HOME #13... I COULD FEEL THAT I SAVED THE LIFE OF A 4 YEAR OLD GIRL LEFT ALONE AT HOME
New York, May 23 2017

Today I could not focus on this protest; my tears ran in my eyes during the long 8 hours of this miserable day. My body was next to my posters, but my mind at home. One of my housemates, a mother who leaves her small daughters home alone to go to work put my heart to tremble. This is an infamous story which I am unfortunately compelled to remain silent to keep a roof over my head.

Today when I was ready to leave home, I saw the 4 years old girl hanging on the balcony of my apartment. It freaked me out. I called the landlord and we witnessed the event. I gave to the house-owner a final warning if they don’t take any action. I was determined to report this negligence even if I had to move out of the house right away. ACKNOWLEDGED!

PROTEST#690…HALF A DAY UNDER THE RAIN…THIS PROTEST ENDED WHEN THE WATER RAN OVER MY SKIN AND THE LETTERS OF MY POSTER WERE NOT READABLE THROUGH THE RAIN
New York, May 22, 2017









PROTEST# 689…THE LAST 2 FATAL EVENTS DESCRIBED ON MY PREVIOUS POSTS, HAVE BROUGHT ME A DARK CLOUD THAT WRAPPED MY 62 BIRTHDAY. THESE EVENTS REMINDED ME THAT DEATH IS ONLY A CHANGE OF STAGE BEFORE THE EYES OF THE WORLD... I AM BURIED BY PEOPLE THAT I LOVE, SO I HAVE SEEN DEATH AND LIFE IN BOTH DIRECTIONS
New York, May 19, 2017


Today I did my best to keep my spirit lifted and show my birthday poster. Someone wrote a note just in front of my protest I didn’t see who did it. Two people comforted my day. The first one was a man who cleaned my barrier. I took it as a birthday gift from my misery. The other one was a man that brought me 2 sandwiches and a banana.







PROTEST # 688... IN SHOCK! TIMES SQUARE IN PANIC! A TRAGEDY ONE BLOCK AWAY FROM BANK OF AMERICA ENDED MY PROTEST EARLY... IMPRESSIVE RESPONSE FROM NEW YORK CITY’S EMERGENCY AGENCIES …A TESTIMONY OF A 16-YEAR-OLD GIRL BROKE THE HEART OF A JOURNALIST, AS WELL AS ALL THOSE WHO HEAR HER IMPRESSIONS
New York, May 18, 2017

Around noon time, emergency vehicles quickly ran by my side. The road was closed and people were in alert. A car accident occurred in a congested area of Times Square. A driver coils pedestrians leaving an 18-year-old girl dead. Police cordoned off the area where I was.

https://youtu.be/VqHkl28uXx0
















PROTEST #687... A DAY TOUCHED BY GRIEF... A DEATH IN THE HOUSE WHERE I LIVE HAS BROUGHT SORROW TO MY HEART... THE DECEASED PERSON WAS A DAD WHO DIED DURING THE CELEBRATION OF THE SIXTEEN YEARS OF HIS DAUGHTER, MINUTES AFTER THE DANCE
New York, May 16, 2017


I am expressing to the world the misery that bank of America forced me to live through my protests. This hell starts from the 4 walls I am living, all the way to the edge of the road where the bank allowed me to stay. Anything happening between these 2 points is all that make my living.



PROTEST# 686…LOVE IN THE TRAIN…NO ALWAYS ARE FIGHTS…I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE THE FIRST EVENT I CAME ACROSS TO BEGIN  THIS PROTEST…TODAY WAS VERY WINDY I SPENT THE 8 HOURS OF MY DAY BY HOLDING MY POSTER… I FELT VERY GRATEFUL WITH THE GENEROSITY OF SOME PEOPLE WHO HAS BEEN BRINGING ME FOOD

New York, May 15, 2017







PROTEST #685... A COLORFUL MORNING AND MUSICAL...IT’S ONE MORE YEAR THAT MY PROTEST GREETS THE PARADE OF THE CHINESE COMMUNITY... 2017 IS THE 25TH ANNIVERSARY OF FALUN DAFA, PEOPLE FROM AROUND THE WORLD CAME TO NEW YORK TO CELEBRATE THIS TRADITIONAL CHINESE MEDITATION…A GIRL TOUCHED MY HEART, SHE WAS EXCITED BY MY STORY, UNFORTUNATELY THE WIND AFFECTED THE AUDIO OF MY CAMERA AND I COULD NOT SHARE HER WORDS OF SUPPORT.
New York, May 12, 2017














PROTEST #684... A BUSY MORNING... 2 EVENTS TOOK PLACE AROUND MY PROTEST... ONE WAS A TELEVISION SHOW IN THE SELECTIVE AREA OF BANK OF AMERICA... THE OTHER WAS A REPAIR JOB BY THE EDGE OF THE ROAD... THIS EVENT WITHOUT CAMERAS, ONLY WITH CONSTRUCTION TOOLS DREW MY ATTENTION... IN THE AFTERNOON ONE MINUTE OF SPECIAL MELODY WAS DEDICATED TO BANK OF AMERICA
New York, May 11, 2017

Today I started my protest with 2 different events. The one on the street was the closest to me. Four men were working underground, when they removed a heavy lid of a big hole, I was impressed by my thoughts. This looked like a tomb where someone with life would enter into it. When they had finished the job one of the workers came to me to read my story. Then gathered at one of their trucks and the other one got a traffic ticket.

In the afternoon I was impressed by a couple carrying large instruments such as trumpets of indigenous culture. They were attracted by my poster as soon they passed by my side, they stood facing the Bank blew it out and gave a musical sample.


…My own show with unfair ending



…One minute of special melody dedicated to bank of America














PROTEST# 683… MY NEW POST #695 HAS PUT MY MIND TO WORK FOR 8 LONG HOURS... THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST FRAUDULENT STORIES THAT I HAVE EVER SEEN DURING MY EFFORTS TO KEEP A ROOF OVER MY HEAD...A CRIMINAL LANDLORD THAT BLINDS JUSTICE AND PEOPLE TO GET AWAY OF ITS WRONGDOING… TODAY, MY BARRIER WAS VISITED BY A BRIDE AND A JUGGLER WOMAN

New York, May 10, 2017






PROTEST# 682…TODAY SOME PEOPLE LIFTED MY SPIRIT, WITH THEIR SUPPORT MADE MY DAY….A MAN FROM THE TOWER OF BANK OF AMERICA TRIED TO RUIN IT…A HELPLESS WAS LEANING  ON THE PUBLIC SIDEWALK SUNBATHING IN A FUNNY WAY. I WAS HIS ONLY SPECTATOR
New York, May 9, 2017
  
Today as soon left the train I found people who praised the perseverance of my protests. Some of my visitors asked for written information to spread my story. Others said: I believe in you 100%, Bank of America faces a strong woman. Their closing words were the same "God bless you".

At noon time, a man from Bank of America Tower passed by my side and gave looks of hatred to my poster. Then, he went to the security officer. It was obvious that he wanted to complain about me. The officer did not make any comment and my enemy entered the Bank immediately.

https://youtu.be/q-vbT1VEZao  ...A homeless having SUNBATHING
















PROTEST # 681... A QUIET DAY BUT COLD ... I WAS LUCKY ENOUGH TO BE ABLE TO MAKE THIS PROTEST... THE BAD WEATHER AND A HEALTH MISHAP KEPT ME 3 DAYS LIVING MORE MISERY THAN USUAL.

New York, May 8, 2017




PROTEST # 680 ... HATE! SHOCK! DESPICABLE! ANGER! DISAPPOINTMENT!  DECEPTION! MOCKERY! IMPOTENCE! HARASSMENT! CYBER BULLYING! CYBER CORNER!  ALL OF THIS KILLED MY PROTEST OF TODAY AND RUINED MY DAY
New York, May 4, 2017

Today, 20 minutes after my protest had life was killed by an evil surprise. All I have by my sight was a cyber-corner bringing me bad memories and previous bullies making fun at me. My blogs are full of photos with Harassers from previous years. Today's images are the first in 2017; I will keep them to be displayed when a second set occurs.


Meanwhile, I pray to God that helps me maintain my "Gold Star" poster and never again show a memorial of cyber-bullies.



PROTEST # 679 ... A SAD EVENT BEGAN MY DAY ... TODAY I FOUND THE MISERY OF SOMEONE THAT  MADE ME CREATE A NEW STORY ... IN THE AFTERNOON I FOUND MONEY DRAGGED BY THE WIND ... I HAD OTHER EVENTS THAT GO TO MY UNPUBLISHED FOLDER
New York, May 3, 2017

Today when I got to the first stop of my way to hell, I came across a homeless sleeping on the floor. Suddenly my eyes were captivated by the misery of this man and responded to me with tears. Minutes later, the man was awakened by the cry of a police officer. I took the elevator and he walked the stairs.  We went out to the street our destination, at the same time. I stayed in my gloomy spot and he continued looking for a place to survive. . THIS STORY HAS NO END.

In the afternoon someone broke one dollar bill and threw the pieces on the sidewalk. Some people looked at them curiously. I took a piece and kept it as a souvenir of something that distracted my protest. The rest was blow out by the wind.














PROTEST # 678... A QUIET DAY... EVEN THOUGH IT WAS WINDY THE TEMPERATURES WERE PLEASANT... I JUST LEFT TO CONSUME 8 HOURS OF MY LIFE WITHOUT INSPIRATION OR THOUGHTS... YESTERDAY’S PROTEST HAS LEFT MY MIND AND BODY EXHAUSTED.
New York, May 2, 2017




PROTEST#677…MAY DAY! THIS YEAR I ORGANIZED MY PROTEST AT “FOLEY SQUARE”…IN THE MORNING I STOOD IN FRONT OF THE SUPREME COURT …I WAS DAZZLED READING A THOUGHT WRITTEN IN THE BUILDING…”THE TRUE ADMINISTRATION OF JUSTICE IS THE FIRMEST PILLAR OF GOOD GOVERNMENT”…THE EXPRESSION “JUSTICE” BURNED MY MIND EACH TIME THAT MY EYES CROSSED WITH THE WORD…IN THE AFTERNOON THE PICTURES AND VIDEO SPEAK BY ITSELF.
New York, May 1, 2017

Today I was excited to join the International Day of workers, which many people demand justice. This year I choose “Foley Square”. I had some difficulties finding the place. The first building I asked for information was Immigration at 26 Federal Plaza
One of the security officers directed me to a small park across the building.

Upon my arrival I felt the first one waiting for the event. There were few tourists and a married couple taking pictures. My first visitor was a man attracted by the name of bank of America. He told me that was it was his bank. He was going to the court to correct his gender that identifies him as a female instead a man. Minutes later, the cries of someone drew my attention. It was an upset woman on the phone.

May Day 2017 was amazed to me. People raised its voices in favor of the immigrants, the mayor Bill De Blasio was present and people cheer up his speech.






















PROTEST#676…A DAY WITH MIXED EMOTIONS! IN THE MORNING TWO EVENTS PUT ME IN “GOOSE BUMPS”…A FIGHT INSIDE THE TRAIN I WAS TRAVELING… A DISTURBED MAN YELLING AND COURSING BY THE SIDEWALK OF THE TOWER OF BANK OF AMERICA…IN THE AFTERNOON THE TRANSFORMATION OF A GIRL INTO A CARTOON CHARACTER AND HER SHOW KEPT ME ENTERTAINED
New York, April 28, 2017


Video 1- My frights of today’s protest (4min25)


Video 2- My entertainment of today’s protest (5min)






PROTEST# 675…FOR A CHANGE A CURIOUS EVENT BROKE THE ROUTINE OF MY PROTESTS AND KEPT ME DISTRACTED ALL MORNING… SOMEONE'S GARBAGE INSPIRED ME TO MAKE A STORY WITH A LITTLE FUN.... FREE HATS WERE LEFT AT THE TOP OF A BARRIER UNTIL NOON
New York, April 27, 2017

Today, upon my arrival at the Tower of Bank of America I noticed that some papers like documents and other things were lying on the sidewalk. Some people watched the mess curiously, others walked around to avoid stepping on it. The gestures of some people captivated me and I decided to record the event.

About 15 minutes after, someone from the building maintenance picked up the papers leaving coin on the floor that later on, it made a man happy.  The hats were not attractive to people although some of them had tags. They ended my story in the dumpster.















PROTEST #674... YESTERDAY THE RAINY DAY AND THE STRONG GUSTS OF WINDS DID NOT MAKE POSSIBLE MY PROTEST... TODAY I CHOSE TO BE WET HOLDING MY POSTERS AND UMBRELLA THAN BE LOCKED UP BETWEEN 4 MISERABLE WALLS... SOMEONE WHO TRAVELED WITH ME ON THE TRAIN WAS CAPTIVATED BY MY STORY AND I SHOWED MY POSTERS
New York, April 26, 2017



PROTEST # 673... TODAY MY PROTEST DID NOT HAVE ANY IMPRESSIVE EVENTS... JUST CAMERAS AND FUNNY PHOTOGRAPHERS THAT CAUGHT MY ATTENTION... THERE IS ONE THAT WENT INTO THE BANK TO TAKE PICTURES OF HIS PARTNER, THEN CAME TO ME FOR CLOSE-UP PICTURES... SAME PERSON OF P#671 RETURNED TO PUT MY CAMERA IN ACTION FOR THE SECOND TIME

New York, April 24, 2017








PROTEST # 672... TODAY THE HELL OF MY PERSONAL LIFE TOOK OVER FROM THE HELL OF MY PROTESTS... THE RAIN, THE COLD AND THE WINDS EMBRACED ANOTHER MISERABLE DAY... EVEN THOUGH THE DAY WAS UNPLEASANT, TOURISTS PASSED BY MY SIDE, SOME OF THEM WERE ATTRACTED BY MY POSTER

New York, April 21, 2017






PROTEST # 671... A DAY FULL OF EVENTS! A NICE WOMAN MADE MY DAY AND ANOTHER BLASTED IT TWO HOURS LATER... 3 HORSES STOPPED NEAR ME AND HELD MY BREATH... I WAS LUCKY NOT HAVING A STINKY DAY... A MAN READ MY POSTER WITH DEVOTION AND  ANOTHER PUT ME IN ALERT... AT THE END OF THE DAY I WAS SURROUNDED BY TV EQUIPMENT THAT THREW ME OUT OF MY BARRIER
New York, April 20, 2017

In the morning when I was dressing up for my protest, a lady was waiting for me by the door of the elevator. She told me that every day sees me and understands what I am going through. Her words touched my heart; I let her go because I wasn't ready.

Some events and interviews that I have during my protest go to my unpublished folder to be part of the last book I am writing. Today I had a visitor that left me in shock and brought me bad memories. At noon time, someone put my camera in action and my eyes on the building of bank of America.










PROTEST #670... TODAY THE WEATHER WAS NOT BENEVOLENT WITH MY PROTEST... MY POSTERS WERE BEATEN BY THE WIND AND MY BODY BY THE COLD... MY OLD SUPPORTERS WARMED MY HEART, AND SOME FLASHES OF CAMERAS LIT UP MY SILENCE.
New York, April 19, 2016



PROTEST#669…FEELING BLESSED…MY SILENCE SPEAKS FOR MY STORY…THE STREETS PROVIDE ME 8 HOURS OF INSPIRATION THAT CAN’T HAVE AT HOME… ALTHOUGH BOTH HELLS ARE KILLERS, MY MIND HAS NOW A BIT OF REST.
New York, April 18, 2017

PROTEST # 668... NEW POSTER! I COULD FINALLY SHOW MY STORY WITHOUT DISGUSTING PHOTOS... MY SIGHT IS CLEAN AND CLEAR…NO MORE MEMORIES OF PREVIOUS HARASSED PROTESTS
New York, April 17, 2017

Since I am protesting by the Tower of Bank of America there is a person who every year points on my cyber-bullies memorial poster the security team that is still in the Bank. This year I was informed that the security guard who has been the creator of endless harassment was relocated to another area of the building.

I am glad to remove those pictures of security officers; they give an unpleasant image to my story and to their uniforms. I hope never use my camera again for these events and this poster never again be by my side.




PROTEST# 667…THE SPIRIT OF THE HOLY WEEK/PASSOVER KEPT THE CITY BUSY…THE STREETS WERE PACKED OF PEOPLE ENJOYING THE NICE DAY…
A LADY AND A KID WERE ATTRACTED BY MY POSTER AND I WAS ATTRACTED BY THEIR FACES…THE VISIT OF THE FIREFIGHTERS CAUGHT MY ATTENTION…THE LONG HOURS FACING THE FANCY TOWER OF BANK OF AMERICA MADE ME TO SEE THIS HELL AS A HEAVEN
New York, April 13, 2017

In the morning as soon I begun to settle my protest, a woman asked me permission to take a picture along with my poster. She said that had worked for Bank of America 23 years and was interested in my story.

The day passed quickly as well as my thoughts came out of my mind and landed on a piece of paper. The silence of my protest was enough for people passing by my side will notice my presence.




PROTEST#666…TODAY THE SPRING WELCOMED MY PROTEST WITH RAIN AND WINDS…SOME PEOPLE WELCOMED MY RETURNING FLATTERING MY PERSEVERANCE...OTHERS WITH SADNESS TO SEE ME AGAIN DYING IN THE SHADOW OF EVIL
New York, April 12, 2017

Today by the first time in 4 years and 7 months that I am demanding justice in New York, my heart felt that this year 2017 my protests are going to be free of harassment. I hope that my judgement be correct and thus remove the unpleasant cyber-bullies memorial poster.

This was a blessed day, I found in the street and people passing by my side a source of inspiration to write  the pages of my next and final book.



PROTEST #665... A HOLY MONDAY... A HOLY DAY, MY POSTER WAS WARMED BY THE SUN; I COULD EMBRACE MY DEATH BARRIER AND SEE NEW YORK CITY FULL OF LIFE... A HOLY PROTEST, THERE WERE NO HARASSERS FROM BANK AMERICA SECURITY TEAM AND MY CAMERA HAD NO ACTION
New York, April 10,2017

Today I returned to the miserable life that Bank of America forced me to live eternally. The hell I am living at home was attached to my shoulders with needles punching my bones. This is a heavy burden of criminal actions, police’s visits, defamation and threats to my life made by fraudulent landlords with whom I'm living with.

I am involved in a Machiavellian story of child extortion built by the landlord-wife. I witnessed some episodes that shattered my heart and split home#12 into home#13. I still share the same roof with these corrupt landlords but in different floor.


2016 MY END OF THE YEAR MESSAGE

POST # 6 6 4…6+6+12 – “ 4 YEARS OF A LIVING HELL AT BANK OF AMERICA”…TIME FOR ANOTHER HATED HIBERNATION, WHERE MY PROTEST IS ONLY VISIBLE IN MY MIND, THE COLD FORCED ME TO BE LOCKED BETWEEN FOUR WALLS.
New York, 12-12-16

One more year of this miserable life is gone. There is not much difference between previous years. I removed from the main poster those additional that I was forced to do. The one with pictures of 2016 new bullies, the sign asking the security team not to cyber-bullying me, the 2016 recyclable bullies who have repeated their intimidation in previous years and also the pictures of the police’s horses that I called “The piss that bullied me”.

The cyber-bullies memorial will stays with me, hoping it discourage new attempts of bullying.  Although the harassing from Bank of America’s security team seems to have finished, I’m not sure that this not going to return. Still I have behind my back its creator, the security guard that for over three years enjoyed making fun at me. I am grateful with the bank’s security officers who during the last past months have been professionals and respectful with me.

My medical conditions, my efforts and struggles to keep a roof over my head, the heat, the rain, the winds, and the cold weather have not been my killers but some people that I love have buried me alive. Since I'm living in the shadow of my death alone and abandoned, my wish is that if my death snatches my life in 2017, my departure not be published or announced as soon as this occurs. Someone will be in charge of my blogs to answer questions from people who miss me. I just hope that my history remains alive.
Otherwise, if I can still show the world my story, life, and death I'll be back as soon the weather permits.


On 2015 I decorated this Christmas tree of Bank of America with my bleeding heart; this year 2016 same tree is the nest of 4 wounded doves that portray my efforts for surviving another miserable year.



REMARKABLE PROTESTS…

 PROTEST# 656… 4 YEARS LIVING IN GRIEF... 4 YEARS ATTACHED TO THE DEATH OF A LOYAL LOVE... IN SPITE OF FORECASTS OF 100% RAIN, TODAY I DECIDED TO MOURN MY PAIN THROUGH THIS PROTEST...THE WATER DOESN’T HURT ME, IT WIPES MY TEARS AND BLIND ME TO SEE THE EVIL… 
New York, November 29, 2016

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PROTEST# 663…I OVERCAME THE FORECASTS TEMPERATURES OF TODAY 36° FEELING 27 ° / 38 °-FEELING 30 ° WITH WINDS OF 14 MPH…THE SUN CAME OUT JUST TO COMFORT THE 4 HOURS AND 4 MINUTES OF PROTEST THAT THE WEATHER ALLOWED ME TO HAVE

New York, December 9, 2016



PROTEST# 662…TODAY I HELD MY DOVE VERY TIGHT TO WARM UP MY FROZEN HANDS... THE COLD CRACKED MY BONES, BUT THE STRENGTH OF MY SPIRIT MADE IT POSSIBLE THAT I COULD CARRY OUT THIS PROTEST.

New York, December 8, 2016



PROTEST# 661…TODAY WAS COLD AND CLOUDY…IN THE MORNING ONE OF THE CITY’S DOVES CAPTIVATED MY IMAGINATION… SAME DOVE WAS NEAR THE BANK’S CHRISTMAS TREE AND THEN CAME TOWARDS ME…LATER IN THE AFTERNOON A HYSTERICAL, COURSING, AND ANGRY WOMAN WAS HAVING A HECTIC TELEPHONE CONVERSATION BY THE SELECTIVE AREA OF BANK OF AMERICA... HER SUDDEN SCREAMS CAUGHT MY ATTENTION AS WELL AS PEOPLE WHO PASSED BY HER SIDE
New York, December 7, 2016

This show lasted for more than half an hour. The area was congested and the people blocked my sight. Here is the best of my editing.














PROTEST$ 660... ALTHOUGH THE LOW TEMPERATURES AND MY DEVOTED FOLLOWERS ARE PUSHING ME TO LEAVE MY BARRIER, STILL WANT TO BE NEXT TO THE METAL THAT HOLDS MY POSTER AND MY MISERY... I'D LIKE TO DECORATE ONE OF BANK OF AMERICA'S CHRISTMAS TREES WITH THE DOVES THAT THE COLD ALLOWS ME TO CATCH.

New York, December 06, 2016




PROTEST # 659...  WHITE CHRISTMAS TREES WERE BY MY SIGHT... MY CHRISTMAS TREE AND THE ONES FROM BANK OF AMERICA DID NOT HAVE BULLIES AS DECORATION... I'VE ADDED TO MY TREE TWO LEGS AND TWO EYES... TODAY THE WINDS MADE THE LEGS DANCING OVER MY HEAD AND THE EYES PROTECTED MY BACK FROM DIABOLICAL LOOKS.
New York, December 5, 2016







PROTEST# 658…A DAY WITH REFLECTORS AND CAMERAS BY MY SIDE…A VISITOR TO MY PROTEST TOUCHED MY HEART…MY FIRST CHRISTMAS GIFT HAD A REQUEST IN RETURN THAT PUT ME ON TEARS
New York, December 02. 2016


Today my poster was struck by flashes and my heart by poignant feelings. A young man came to me asking if I was struggling with my life.  I replied with one word. “Yes”. Immediately he gave me a bag with winter clothes, food and personal items. He told me the gift came from his wife Chani, 35 years old who is dying of cancer. She wanted to share some of her spirit of the holidays with helpless and needy people. In return she asked for a pray. 






PROTEST # 657... A DAY OF FILM! WELCOME TO MY MINI STORY! SCENARIO: BARRIERS... STARRING: 3 FRIENDLY HORSES AND A SHY WORKING DOG THAT FOR THE FIRST TIME SEES A HORSE... LIGHTING: 100% NATURAL, GIVEN BY THE SUN... EXTRAS: THE BULLYING KING LEANING ON A BARRIER AND WATCHING THRU CRYSTALS…NAME OF THE MOVIE: “BARRIERS UNDER EXPECTATION AND ATTRACTION.”
New York, December 01, 2016

Today the Sun came out; everything around me was bright, the Sun replaced the reflectors. Suddenly 3 officers of the mounted Police of New York stood by my side, only to 4 barriers far from me. Their break time put my mind to work and my camera in action.

Here are my motion pictures

11 minutes of film without trials
















PROTEST# 656… 4 YEARS LIVING IN GRIEF... 4 YEARS ATTACHED TO THE DEATH OF A LOYAL LOVE... IN SPITE OF FORECASTS OF 100% RAIN, TODAY I DECIDED TO MOURN MY PAIN THROUGH THIS PROTEST...THE WATER DOESN’T HURT ME, IT WIPES MY TEARS AND BLIND ME TO SEE THE EVIL… 
New York, November 29, 2016

Today a film scene took place at Bank of America Tower. The light from the reflectors was the only bright spot I had before my eyes, everything surrounding me were puddles of water and umbrellas. A Pain of death struck my mind. The only member of the family, who moved with me to New York, could not survive my miserable life and its medical conditions forced him to abandon me forever. Today for the first time after 4 years, I could see the photo where I held his last sighs.

The rain and winds allowed me only 4 hours of misery. My clothes were heavy of water; my hands were numb by holding the umbrella and my poster.

… A raining day that made this protest remarkable-2 minutes.44 ‘


  









PROTEST# 655…IRONIC! I HAVE USED SO MUCH TO THIS MISERABLE LIFE THAT BANK OF AMERICA FORCED ME TO LIVE, THAT I MISS WHEN I’M NOT IN ITS HELL... THIS IS ALL THAT I HAVE AND I SEE SINCE THIS NIGHTMARE BEGAN… ALTHOUGH BAD WEATHER BEGINS TO CHALLENGE MY PROTESTS I WILL TRY TO BEAT TEMPERATURES

New York. November 28, 2016



PROTEST# 654…THE EVENTS THAT TAKE PLACE AROUND THE TRAFFIC BARRIERS CLOSE TO THE ONE I CHOSE TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE BECOME PART OF MY DAY…TODAY SOME OF THEM I HAVE FILED IN MY “UNPUBLISHED FOLDER” TO CREATE THE STORY  “FOOLING AND THEN BULLYING… THESE 3 EVENTS KEPT ME DISTRACTED FOR A WHILE
New York, November 18, 2016

…I DON’T IGNORE THE EVIL WHEN IS BREATHING BEHIND MY BACK, WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO INTIMIDATE ME…

Event 1: A man was selling his artwork. He used the traffic barriers to display his paintings. Although it was located along the public sidewalk, most people passed by his side without being aware of his exposure.

Event 2: two people were recording through the main door of the bank. They put the camera between 2 barriers. Then, they went near the elevator located on the selective area of the bank. The security officer notified inside security and they had to leave the area.

Event 3: suddenly two men dragging a rare pushcart stopped next to me. It seemed a monitor of hospital-video-game station-music player- devices of film and other things that I couldn’t guess what it was. Minutes later, another cart arrived with more people. Finally they went beside the train station and a big camera began to make videos.









PROTEST # 653... ANOTHER DAY BETWEEN THE SHADOW OF MY DEATH AND MY DEVIL…MY FOLLOWERS AND THE GOOD WEATHER LIFTED MY SPIRIT

New York, November 17, 2016



PROTEST# 652…TODAY THE GOOD WEATHER GAVE A WARM WELCOME TO MY PROTEST…YESTERDAY THE RAIN PREVENTED ME FROM SEE THE EVIL ONE MORE DAY

New York, November 16, 2016



PROTEST# 651…STARTING A NEW SET OF 50 MISERABLE DAYS…NEW IMAGE THAT DESCRIBES WHAT IS IN MY SIGHT AND WHAT BANK OF AMERICA MAKES ME TO LIVE WITH

New York, November 14, 2016