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mitted they‘d planned to arrange a psychiatric internment for me.
The arrogant police officers had undeniably comported themselves woefully
clumsy, and rightfully felt intellectually and otherwise inadequate; someone —
―come hell or high water‖ — had to pay for their incontestable awkwardness!
The seemingly irresistible urge to compensate for assorted shortcomings
through stark falsehood and extensive nefariousness, soon turned out as one of
the foremost hallmarks of these fundamentally vicious ruffians.....
While I visited miscellaneous associations etc in Oslo October 6 th , spiteful
officers from Majorstua Police Station did their best to denigrate my reputation
vis-à-vis my landlord and a pensioned ambassador in the immediate neighbor-
hood. A native Norwegian, the ambassador had been permanently stationed e.g
in Thailand.....and it‘s hardly unfair to describe him as a slimy turncoat with a
clear-cut predilection for nasty intrigues, espionage and perversions.
The police arranged an appointment with aforementioned ambassador in order
to utilize his private house a modest stone‘s throw west of my apartment as a
kind of headquarters for oncoming terrorism.....
Returning to my attic-lodging in the late afternoon, I immediately recognized
intruders employing at least óne forged key had searched the unpretentious
living room. Inspecting the small balcony adjoining the garret, I quickly discov-
ered a couple insulated wires inchoatively hidden by corresponding girders and
corner stud. Following the thin cords with the eyes, two of them ran along the
outside wall to the ground where they continued southwards, while another pair
apparently led into the apartment beneath.
I frequently employed said veranda for laundry purposes, and firmly knew none
of described wires had been there a week ago.....
‗Well — let‘s see what these bullies are up to!‘, I said to myself.
A few hours later I put on my tracksuit and went outside — it was dark.
I barely ran a kilometer before heading for my dwelling house — wading across
a nearby river, I surreptitiously advanced from east.....reaching the residence
garden unseen by the hectoring enemy. I‘d decided to inspect depicted wires
somewhat closer.....and as supposed: from the southwesternmost part of the
foundation those reaching the ground (largely concealed) continued westward
to adjacent street before sneaking along the trunk of an aged tree almost to the
top — in the dim light from a vicinal street lamp I saw the threadlike conductors
traversing several meters above the road.....straight into the previously
indicated ambassador‘s private garden!
From my covert beneath the ambassador‘s domicile, I now studied the police
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FORMAL COMPLAINT VS THE KINGDOM OF NORWAY
by Wilh. Werner WINTHER, Norway
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