Bugger off.

I always offer friendship first by suggesting having a cuppa together.

But hey, if you always build a fence as soon as I arrive.

Iam just not dat interested in ya.

Got it?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dti6XC15AWA

It's true neighbours do exist in Oz. Only is not all white and suburban.

It was in the inner city slums.

I lived in a street with round about ten houses. Each house has different smells. There was our corner shop. There were houses you never see who is living there despite their full display of religious relics. Aboriginal families living in terraces with no front wall. A Greek family who do their dances in the backyard. Post war widows with tables full of medicine. Or a record player that played the original release of Casablanca. You could just rock up around the blocks and ask to be sponsored for a readathon. Streets that diverted heavy traffic so you could always play tennis off a wall. You could go to shops and ask them to donate something to the school raffle.

Eccentric characters like Big Geoff, the butcher, and Italian mothers with mustaches in black dresses and thin socks with laced up shoes. One thing you could count on such neighbourhood is fresh fruits, fresh bread, butcher shops, chicken shops, or a bag of chips wrapped with newspaper, douched in vinegar. If the chips were too pricey, there was always a scallop for 20 cents. It's working class, but hey nobody told us we were poor. The high street with many curiousities shops that didnt call themselves vintage jobs. Heaps of second hand bookshops and second hand clothes shop piled up high. Lots of stuffs pouring out of deceased estates that empty out on their street. There was always good old Gina with translucent eyes, snarly fingers that grabbed you, to tell you that they are either Irish or

Welsh, and she hates the English. But hey, she would always just charge you, because she likes you, for a bagful of clothes, a dollar or so...You don't browse in those shops. They are filled with things that is like scattered around an old forgotten attic. You rummage, pulling out strange things. Restaurants each with evolving doors as the rent climbed up, new decor, new experiences.

How much are you out of my league?

Try having a classmate like Leigh for most of your high school years.

BESIDES BREAKING GERMAN CRIMINAL LAWS (not just civil), you lot have no integrity (Integrity is what you do when no one's looking.

Well guess, I AM LOOKING AT YOU FROM A PERCH THAT YOU WILL NEVER REACH.

WITH MY TECHNOLOGICAL CAPABILITIES (YES I AM A RENAISSANCE WOMAN), I CAN TRACE YOUR STEPS DIRECTLY TO YOUR MAIL BOXES.

YES I CAN AND I HAVE.

Proud to be publicly educated, not dissimilar to Hogwarts, in ways that money can not buy. Yes attendance is by invitation by the way of a green note. I remember being given a quizz, no Pre-Uni cramming bullshit. So there were lots of eçcentric characters, some like characters like Stranger Things. We are reminded frequently that we are brainy and talented wizards. But with such giftedness, we are taught to serve. We spend every recess, lunchtime and the occasional dinner parties conversing.

How can you tell a newbies? You can see your reflection from their shoes. Yes there was the ritual of shopping for all the required paraphernalia.

You can when I became an active swimmer,skin dark as night. Yes I can get sunburnt.

A long distant runner and swimmer, Black as charcoal. The formation of an Aussie physique.

The chubby cheeks much loved by Ms Levi.

Started fit for the HSC...

Then the flab sinks in from hours sitting on my butt...

Did you spot the Waldos? Did I say you're out of my league?

The right to your

land is sacred and is recognized by the international convention on human

rights and any excess must bepunished

The right to your land is sacred and is recoghized by international convention on human roghts

Fadhila Aloui right you are, but "normal", even respectable looking (based on their expensive raingear), young and old, just trampled through my property, right under my nose. I don't think they're doing the same to this Villa across the street, supposedly owned by a big shot Heart Surgent.

It's outright a violation, provocation and explicit demonstration of self entitlement which is not even earned. In my experience here in Bremen, I have seen even a medical specialist insinuate racist derogatory gestures. They know very it's not acceptable. They circumvent that very subtlely. Because my observation skills are finely tuned, I pick up everything when others totally miss those tiny gestures. I had also experienced this out of the blue passive aggression. Like I asked my dentist a simple question, she hissed back, placing deep EMPHASIS, on these words: AS I HAVE ALREADY MENTIONED (no she did not),... then she softens again, leaving bewildered, with no recourse to challenge them. It's a verbal ambush/ assualt. Then when I went home, I realised she nevered showed me the result. My filling colouring was totally totally mismatched with my tooth enamel.

Frankly I am concluding the Third Reich is not behind us. There are rare exception of outstanding Germans who clearly respect themselves and others. They just pop out, they carry a totally different energy. Sadly these are rare minority. Most, you catch it straight away, this fleeting nano second of hostility, then they quickly recompose themselves.

I don't flinch, but keep my gaze steady. You could see it in their eyes, knowing they have been caught out. They go under a cloak, surreptitiously studying all your quirks, habits, you know they invested huge of time to keep you under surveillance. They would find the precise moment, often in the dark facelessly. Sometimes even in broad daylight. They know the other neighbours are having their dinner at 6pm, it has happened to me, this neighbor had used the finest drill to drill though your spanking new hose. Or they'll somehow pull out just enough threading to your garden chair, identifying even your habitual choice chair, then you sit down, the wholecloth tears across. First it happened to me, I thought hilarious. Second time, I studied the tear, and its clean tear, practically as if one had scissorsed through it.

So youstart to wonder who would dream of such an idea. Is this person trying to tell me I am fat? What kind of person would do that? Then bingo, this is coming from someone who has weight issues. From there, it's easy to invert the roles of the hunted and the hunter. They think they have every detailed covered, because their goal is to gaslight and terrorised. They never think how their finely hooned scheme totally backfires just by switching your subjective positions. That's their Achilles Heel. They are incapable of empathy, switching their perception of their target. They think they are just the only communicate to you, thinking if they gaslight target, the target will react exactly as they anticipate.

Hmm, what can I say, such habits are somehow ingrained. Where the source of habits come from, I have few hunches. Whether it can be expunged will delpend on how German as a Language can organically evolve such that their blindspots could be exposed. The best they could doright now is through Dinglish. It's ironic. English started out a Germanic language, then some how, it managed to drop lots of its Germanic influences. I think that's how English suceeded as the undisputed Lingua Fran qua. It doesn't have any cases. This has alot to do with their dominance in naval and (slave) trade. That English could evolve has lots to with it as an island.

Similarly that Germany has this ingrained Xenophrobia has a lot to do with maybe it's landlocked and tribal history.

Overall, it's a no brainer, this is classic example of Language and Culture intervine. Like that Inuits have more 50 layers of describing snow and whiteness. Not even Pantone has that many shades.

..Look, I am going to be lazy, the heart of the matter is White Supremacy. Where does that come from? My hunch, the Renaissance. What's driving that, how wealth accumulation drives the whole logic governing everything else. This makes me sound suspiciously Marxist. i am not, I am totally ideologically agnostic.

Put it this way, from whose perspective are you standing when reading Western Philosophy?

Chinese Philosophy has this pretense that it's to be given, provided you follow the formulars of deductlon (Induction you can only do through maths, not Language - we call that an inference), then that become a valid fact and proposotion.

Reading Zhuangzi is guaranteed to anyone Lunatic. There are not Aristolean rules of logic or even rhetorics. He keeps pumping out what on the surface, appear nonsensetical, sort of like a rampling homeless idiot. But if you reflect a bit, he has condensed so much in his engimatic anecdotes (not the same as story and narrative).

So do the problems we have today boils down to the Ancient Greek, or actually Latin? I am no Classics scholar. But one that mysterfies me is why did Oxford emphasised Ancient Greek but the Continental emphasised Latin, as the go to for anyone wishing to be notable. Take Boris J, he uses his recitation as some kind of Eton conveyor built to Oxford. Whoopido! So you can recite, great, that doesn't make you an orator.

In Fort Street, the first year we are introduced to Japanese, French, Latin and German. Then you could choose to head which ever directions afterwards. So that's the extent I have to get a feel for how each operates. You might even say each

Language is like a Musical Composition, not in its performance but written form. Japanese struck as very hierarchical.

As for German, our German teacher, Mr Murphy (?) Rocking back his chair nonchantly, with hands folded behind his head, sweating profusedly in his underarm (we were in this classic Portable Classroom, never meant to be permanent, but always ennd up so), making us count Eins, Zwei, Drei, Vier, Funf... then who ever ended with Sixt, the who class would giggle. Such were the innonence of those times. German and French left no impression in me. There was Aufwiedersehen, which left an impression.

First it could related to The Sound of Music. Second, this word is meant to mean GOODBYE. In English GOODBYE means we may never meet again. But Aufwiedersehen literally means MEET AGAIN. French, zero impression. Probably a knee jeck objection for the French Colonisation (= Opium addiction to fund Empire Expansion). Other than us globalling huge amount of Food for Oktoberfest and Bastille Day, left totally indigessed.

Now Latin is something else, it's all about dicing and rearranging. Both close friends of mine, the one who visited me in my psychoses, Jess and Pip both pursued Latin till the end. If you do Latin, your HSC scored gets scaled up, if you do Chinese, you get scaled down. Why did Latin appealed Jess and Pip? I think it's because they enjoyed it as puzzles. It didn't appealed to me because its pedantic. Since it's not even a spoken language, what's the use of that? I went through a phase whete I listened to SBS Radio, just playing guessing games which language was being broadcasted. Drove my sister crazy. Went through World Music phase, drove her nuts too. Especially the Shakuhachi. Sounds like Mosquitos, STOP Tieu-Tieu! She actually studied Japanese.

Hmm, somehow I want to this to connect this with money, as expressed in different lauguages. And the Architecture of the Pantheon. All those columns, what for?

The phrase suggests a shift in power dynamics, where those who have historically been marginalized or oppressed (the hunted) can reclaim agency and assert their rights against potential threats (the hunters). This transformation may occur through:

This shift emphasizes the importance of resilience and proactive measures in reclaiming safety and justice in one’s community.

Thanks Chuck A Arize

But supposed one is in

Thanks for your qualifications @lila jia.