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Please see my new blog: MY CLEAR DEFENSE VS. THE DARK CORRUPTION OF MY LANDLADY, basically this is my housing nightmare #18 in an album
...A minute of video confronting my landlady with her sex harassing cousin Spanish only
...The 2 faces of my landlady Spanish only
Landlady: I went to court and they gave me this paper.
DECEMBER A MONTH WHERE WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE THE PAIN, ANGUISH AND FEARS OF LOSING MY LIFE TO MY NEW ENEMY COVID 19. LIVING WITH MY ENEMIES AT HOME 18 FORCED ME TO DRAW STRENGTHS WITHOUT HAVING THEM. THE HARASSMENT, HUMILIATION, AND STRATEGIES OF THE LANDLADY TO KICK ME OUT OF THE HOUSE KEPT ME STANDING UP AND ON ALERT TO DEFEND MYSELF. TYLENOL WAS MY ALLY TO LOWER THE TEMPERATURE FROM 101-103 DEGREES.
My doubts that I was possibly infected with Covid 19 focuses on one of the visits of the landlady’s ex-husband to her son. Ever since the landlady put in the mind of her son that I'm going to kill him, they turned the father into a security guard, and I became his constant target of watching. On Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays he arrives home around 1 pm, time that the landlady goes to work. These days are the only ones I leave my room to go to the supermarket or pick up my mail. I think he is honest person and will not go to my room. He is released from security duties when the landlady's cousin returns home, usually after 6:30 p.m. The cousin doesn't even talk to the child; she goes straight to her room.
It's frustrating to see this man sitting long hours in the kitchen facing the living room where his son is ignoring him. Every day I have to throw away trash to avoid cockroaches and mice. As I walk through the kitchen, he stands up to look at me. He use his time to watch videos or shine pots. According to the landlady, her son doesn't like his father's visits and always wants them to be short. He doesn't have good relations with the cousin either.
December 2, 2020 a coincidence brought me back memories of the corruption I experienced with studio apartment 3 L. When I got out of the elevator, I found two men entering furniture. I was in shock because the door still did not have the top lock and it was obvious that the apartment could not be rented legally. One of the men was in front of me and I asked him if he was moving in. The man replied yes. From that moment on, I felt that the corruption of the super continued. December 30, 2020, I decided to go out and pick up a pulse oximeter in Amazon's locker that I ordered. When I was waiting for the elevator, I was surprised by a new tenant moving into Studio 3 L. He was an African man who didn't seem friendly. He could barely manage to get his stuff into the apartment. I was speechless.
2020 WAS THE MOST FRIGHTENING YEAR I'VE EVER EXPERIENCED. MY LIFE HAS JUST COMPLETELY FALLEN APART. I FEEL TRAPPED IN A NEVER-ENDING CYCLE OF SORROW. December 9,2020
UPDATE NOVEMBER 30, 2020
A MONTH MARKED BY TENSE DAYS, AGGRESSIVE ATTITUDES, BANGED DOORS, CURSES AND INTIMIDATING STRATEGIES... THE SEXUAL HARASSER'S ROOM BECAME A MYSTERY AND THE DOOR IS CONSTANTLY GUARDED… THIS LANDLADY IS SO CUNNING, I THOUGHT OF ANOTHER TRICK TO MAKE ME BELIEVE HER COUSIN WAS GONE.
My October 30, 2020 discussion with the sexual harasser had an effect on his family. This is my judgment according to what I've learned about these corrupt people. The sexual harasser's sister worried about immigration status if the brother is involved in legal matters. The landlady cared about the money he paid her for the rent. Her ex-husband got him a job of few hours at the restaurant where he works. The last time I saw the sexual harasser was on November 3, 2020. His door has a loose lock and is adjusted by a plastic bag.
On November 9, 2020 when I went to do my dishes, I realized that the landlady was starting another trick for me to leave her apartment. She removed wall frames and glass decorations leaving 4 small boxes in the hallway. The next day she was nailing to the wall of the living room and I assumed she was moving her paintings out of the hallway. However, she left a large one next to the exit door. Sometimes after 10 pm when I look for the available time to do my dishes the landlady meet with her cousin in the kitchen. Their conversations are fun, and I can hear their laughter. No one shows any sign of vacating the apartment.
November 16, 2020 after 10 pm these cunning women know I'll be in the kitchen for a few minutes. They wait for the moment I'm washing my dishes for them to go to the kitchen and harass me. Tonight, the landlady came to the kitchen twice, once to collect water and once to throw trash in a dumpster behind me. If her son is afraid that I'm going to kill both of them, she should avoid encounters alone with me.
November 24, 2020, the landlady and her cousin were home all day. At 10:15 pm I found the landlady inside the closet in front of my room. After she left the area and the light was off, I went to do my dishes. A few minutes later I heard her cousin leaves her room aggressively and curse aloud. She walked into the kitchen with headphones and a cup they use to boil water. As soon as we had eye contact, she threw the cup near where I had my dishes, then opened the fridge pretending to put water in the cup. When I left the kitchen, I found the two women in the hallway. The landlady seemed to have come out of the shower, she was wrapped in a towel. They spoke in code to make fun at me.
On November 29,2020 when I returned from the supermarket the landlady was in the kitchen, as soon as she heard me quickly crouched down to hide from me. Her strange attitude caught my attention. I went to my room to drop off my groceries and then went out again. This time we had eye contact. On November 30, 2020, the cousin repeated her screams and curses as she entered the kitchen.
This image describes my Thanksgiving Day 2020... all that lifts my spirit are the family memories that help me survive the day.
*****BREAKTHROUGH OF OCTOBER POST. ****
THE IRONY OF AN ILLEGAL BUSINESS. THE SUPER CHARGED THE LANDLADY FOR DIVIDING THE LIVING ROOM INTO TWO ROOMS AND KNOCKED THEM DOWN FOR FREE. At 12:15 p.m., I heard the noise of a drill and approached the hallway. The door of the landlady had already been removed and the super was putting shower curtains. Maybe he'd charge you to put them on. The fire escape ladder became accessible.
At night when I was washing the dishes, the landlady's son moved the curtains to see me. I feel sorry for this child, the mother is creating on him a frustrated and lonely antisocial person. Not being able to have the door locked increases my insecurity to live with a sex harasser. This fear made me put a camera in my room and chain on the door.
UPDATE OCTOBER 31, 2020
***AN UNDOCUMENTED MAN LIKE HIM DESERVES DEPORTATION.
This sex stalker takes advantage of the location of the kitchen to stalk me when I'm going out. Ever since I was banned from having a lock in my room, I always try to sneak out when no one's outside their rooms. This man spends most of the time in the kitchen in strategic position to see me pass by.
On October 30,2020 from 9 a.m. I tried to go to the supermarket, but this man was in the kitchen. At 10 a.m. when he went back to his room, I got out of my room. Suddenly he opened his door amid the dark to find me. He scared me and bursting with anger I repeated to him that do not mess with me. (Video translation from Spanish).
CG: What's going on?
Sex Harasser: What Happened?
CG: That's what I tell you what happened?
Sex Harasser: What's wrong?
CG: Don't mess with me! Don't mess with me please, you don't know what's coming over you. Don't mess with me.
Sex Harasser: What Do You Want? Disturb?
CG: No, you're following me
Sex Harasser: What? Following?
CG: Yes! Don't mess with me, that's all I tell you. Don't mess with me because I've got everything ready.
Sex Harasser's Sister: What's Wrong?
CG: It's not with you, ma'am.
Sex harasser's sister: Yes, but I have to see what's going on.
CG: Ask him what he's causing me.
This sex stalker uses the bathroom and leaves the door open to stalk me through the mirror. When I open my door, I always look to the right to make sure he's not at his door and when I look to the left, I find him staring at me with mockery for being deceived.
The landlady and her cousin Clara also wait for the moment I wash my dishes to enter the kitchen and show me their butts. On October 28, 2020, when I opened my door to go to the kitchen to wash my dishes Clara showed up near my room and carried in her hands a container full of urine. We were about to crash and spread urine over my dishes.
October 31, 2020 Halloween my favorite holiday, this day brought me melancholy for being locked up. At night, when I went to throw away the trash, the sex stalker was in the kitchen. Before my eyes I saw the devil disguised in a jacket.
THE EVENTS OF SEPTEMBER AND THE WICKEDNESS OF THE ENEMIES WITH WHOM I LIVE WITH HAVE MOVED TO A HIGH-RISK FACET. THE HARASSMENT OF THE LANDLADY AND HER FAMILY TO PREVENT ME FROM BRINGING THEIR MISDEEDS TO JUSTICE HAVE NOT SUCCEEDED FOR THEM. I'M NOT GOING TO LEAVE THE ABUSE AND INTIMIDATION UNPUNISHED, EVEN IF IT'S TIME FOR ME TO DIE. I WOULDN'T MIND DYING, AT THIS POINT I FEEL MY LIFE WOULD NEVER COME BACK TO ME.
IF YOU KNOW ME OR NOT, PLEASE DON'T JUDGE ME.
I’m struggling every day waiting for justice amid a world that is collapsing over my head, feeling that the people I have loved the most have thrown me from the face of the earth to a lonely cliff.
In this month I had to confront the sexual harasser three times. He takes advantage of the lack of space to avoid his encounters in the kitchen, bathroom or hallway. Besides the disgusting meetings he comes from outside without a mask and stays close to me. He does his things just when he knows I'll be around him. He comes to the kitchen pretending he is on the phone or looking for something just to fool me. he leaves the door open to force me to see him.
September 3, 2020 at 5:38:08 pm As soon as I opened the bathroom’s door, the sex harasser six seconds later left his room covering his lower parts with a towel as if he were modeling for me.
September 8, 202 At 10:33:24 I went to the kitchen, the sex stalker in less than a minute showed up to pick up a banana. He stood near me to make me move aside and wash the banana. I asked him why he couldn't wait for me to finish washing my dishes. He looked at me saying the kitchen is big enough for more people.
On September 12, 2020 the sex harasser stayed in the kitchen for a long time to slow me down from going to do my dishes. At 10:40:49 I started taking the dishes out of the transport container. Suddenly, in less than a minute at 10:41:16 this wretched man appeared. He pretended to look for a glass from the cabinet above the sink. Then he turned around to look for plastic cups in the cabinet behind me. He took one out of the bag and came up to me to wash it. I asked him why he interrupts me, and he said, you’re just doing dishes. He came out of the kitchen with the glass empty.
Sex harasser: You need to find an apartment for yourself, alone.
CG: It is not your problem (I said repeated times)
Sex harasser: You get annoyed if I meet you.
CG: You always come to the kitchen when I am here.
Sex harasser: I can get into the kitchen.
CG: Yes! But why you don’t respect the minutes I am here which are 5 or 10 minutes maximum. The sex harasser didn’t answer me and walked away.
September 15, 2020 In the afternoon I met the landlady by the entrance of the building with a shopping cart. I let her to go first in the elevator and get into the apartment. When I opened the door of the apartment, I found her shopping cart in the hallway. She had left it on the way to go to my room, I was lucky enough to avoid it. At night as soon as I opened my door to go to the kitchen, 2 seconds later the sex harasser opened his door to get into the kitchen first.
*****BREAKTHROUGH OF SEPTEMBER POST. ****
T I waited for the
police outside the building. Minutes later, the sex stalker went out to hide
because of his status as an undocumented immigrant. An hour later the landlady
left. When I got back
to the apartment, I found the sex stalker eating in the kitchen. He must have
walked into the building asking the super to open the basement door.
The sex stalker triggered the smoke alarm. Once again, I had to walk amid darkness and smoke. The landlady came out of her room yelling at me that the alarm wasn't my problem. She told me she owns the apartment and can do whatever she wants. I told them they were using the alarm to terrorize me. She repeated to me that I have no right to give an opinion and began an argument. The landlady’s son was focus in the computer and did not pay attention to the screams. I called the police to ask them not to harass me with the smoke alarm. The worst part is that the fire escape ladder is blocked by two rooms with door and lock.
I waited for the police outside the building. Minutes later, the sex stalker went out to hide because of his status as an undocumented immigrant. An hour later the landlady left. When I got back to the apartment, I found the sex stalker eating in the kitchen. He must have walked into the building asking the super to open the basement door.
EVICTION! THE HEIGHT OF BULLYING!
At 4 p.m. someone abruptly knocked on my door twice yelling at me that it was from the Bronx Civil Court. An unfriendly woman with an unpleasant attitude was alone in front of my door and handed me 2 copies of a letter. This was an unprofessional printed letter with a court seal and an ineligible signature. I asked her when the court date was, and she told me I'll be notified. This was obvious that Ms. Catano intended to intimidate me by not showing up with the alleged court clerk.
AN ACT OF TERROR FROM MY LANDLADY
DRAGGING THE MONTH OF AUGUST FOR IT TO END… HOPING THAT SEPTEMBER WILL BE BETTER
AUGUST 25, 2020
August 18, 2020 once again this sex stalker terrified me in the kitchen. At 10:32 pm the kitchen was available to wash my dishes. As soon as I opened my door the sex harasser opened his to be sure I had left my room. At 10:33 pm he came to the kitchen to pick up an orange from a fruit basket that was at the counter. Before he left the kitchen, he came up to me to pick up a knife. I had to move out of the sink so he could wash the orange. He went back to his room, sat in front of the door to see me on the way to my room.
UPDATE: JULY 31, 2020
Landlady: I'm not afraid of court or anything
UPDATE: PERSONAL LIFE BLOG- ABOUT LANDLADY MARCH 8, 2020
UPDATE: FEBRUARY 29, 2020
WELCOME TO MY SET OF 1051-1100 PROTESTS.
Although my posts are ignored, my protests always will go on and my bullies always are closer to me than my followers.
POST# 1068... LOW TEMPERATURES HAVE PREVENTED ME FROM CONTINUING MY PROTESTS... TODAY THE WEATHER WAS A LITTLE BENEVOLENT TO RETURN TO THE HELL THAT BANK OF AMERICA CONDEMNED ME TO LIVE... UNFORTUNATELY, WAITING FOR NEUROLOGICAL RESULTS TOOK PRIORITY TO MY INTENTION TO MAKE MY PROTEST TODAY.
PROTEST# 1066... OH MY GOD!... THIS IS AN INCREDIBLE BULLYING GAME PAID BY BANK OF AMERICA AND PLAYED BY ITS DAMN BULLY-STAR THE CYBER OFFICER JINETE! AS SOON AS THIS BULLY SAW ME, HE WALKED TOWARDS ME CHEWING GUM... HE SNAPPED THE GUM SO I COULD SEE IT AND TAKE PICTURES... A PASSERBY WAS PART OF THE BULLYING’S SHOW SHOCKING ME ... INTERNAL SECURITY PUT HIM IN ALERT GIVING THE CHANCE TO ARREST ME
PROTEST# 1060…THE ENDLESS BULLYING THAT BANK OF AMERICA ADDED TO MY CONDEMNATION OF LIVING MISERABLE IS LIKE A CANCER, IT ATTACKS ME PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY …THE PAIN COMES AT ANY TIME AND IS RELIEVED WHEN THE BULLIES ARE OFF DUTIES... TODAY, ALTHOUGH I WAS FREE OF THIS DAMN CANCER, MY MEDICAL CONDITIONS BEAT ME UP... I WENT TO GREAT LENGTHS TO COMPLY 8 HOURS OF PROTEST.
As I always face my bullies, from now on I will make my protests walking on the public sidewalk and stalking the building of bank of America as I did today during 7 miserable hours of hate.
PROTEST# 1055…TODAY ON MY WAY TO THIS PROTEST I GOT A MESSAGE THAT MADE ME TO START THIS DAY WITH A DEATH ON MY MIND…FOR ONE HOUR AND 45 MINUTES I WAS RESTLESS…BUT THEN I FELT THANKFUL FOR HAVING A DAY BULLYING- FREE.
PROTEST# 1053... EARLY TODAY I FINISHED YESTERDAY'S POST... 7 HOURS LATER, I HADN'T EVEN STARTED THIS PROTEST WHEN I HAD THE CYBER-BULLY “JINETE" BY THE EXIT OF THE TRAIN STATION ACROSS THE STREET OF BANK OF AMERICA...THE TIME AND PLACE OF MY ARRIVAL TO MAKE MY PROTESTS WAS ANOTHER STRANGE COINCIDENCE AS IN P# 1015 WHEN MY CHAIR WAS STOLEN DURING HIS BULLYING SESSION.