<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360</id><updated>2011-09-20T03:32:27.158-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Conney Blog:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-3425045688089363064</id><published>2010-01-10T00:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:01:06.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dearest friend "x":</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Even though I know you hate me to call you like that is the only name I can say to you, and to think this might be our last chance to talk, even if it's a letter, it gives me some permission to call you that way. I never knew ho you where really, and I know, that if everything go as planed we'll never have the chance to see each other again, so, if we ever see each other, it means there are troubles. I don't want troubles, but I will surely miss you, your company and protection kept me alive in many ways, I wish I could do something more than just say "thank you", so as my last present, I'll give you my personal diary and my last pictures inside this digital memory, I leave in your consideration witch parts are to share to the world or not, but I'll also leave you my password and my username for my blog, please, I beg you, if you ever have the time or get tired of doing the same, if you ever miss me or think about me as a trouble, write the pages of my diary onto my journal on the date I wrote them. I've loose so much, so many friends, I miss "him" so much too, he didn't deserve that...and I think you know it.... and to think I was so naive to believe this was just a business trip.....I've could never imagine what will become of it, surely the nightmares will follow me for the next years and decades, but you are protecting me, I know that, even if I don't see you, you are there, sitting on the rooftop like every night, or at very least I like to imagine that, to being able to finally sleep... And as I said before, to my dear friend (because that's what you are to me), thank you, I will never be able to repay every thing you have ever done, but if you ever need me, you're maybe the only one ho knows where to find me no matter how deep they buried me onto the bureaucracy of a country that's much more like those big enterprises they say to fight than what the public really knows....to think once I was a fool, and now I'm a pawn in a bigger game, a tool to them to do as they please... So that's it, I don't want to prolong this letter too much, since I know you don't like to read, I will miss you, that's all I have to say before leaving to an unknown destination...and if we never meet again, to know you, it was worth it, you are worth it, no matter what, please remember that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yours truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-3425045688089363064?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/3425045688089363064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-my-dearest-friend-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/3425045688089363064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/3425045688089363064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-my-dearest-friend-x.html' title='To my dearest friend &quot;x&quot;:'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-4993189538906918742</id><published>2009-03-16T00:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:26:07.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tonight it was windy, I could smell some terrible rotting thing out on the rooftop, but I supposed it was a dead rat or something, John has being better, but rambling about things I cant' understand since that night....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....I try to talk to him but it's useless, it doesn't even seem the same person anymore, it goes out a lot and leaves me alone here but returns without no food nor water, we are running out of those by the way....that could really be a problem since I really-really don't want to go out....but I'll have to do it if he doesn't bring anything by tomorrow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....I'm really scare now, sitting in the dark, he is messing and whispering to himself wile reading some documents on a briefcase, the same one ho had the injection....he hasn't said a word on that neither....he doesn't let me check he's temperature nor anything, so I'm just sitting in the dark, alone, afraid, writing this, on a diary I've found among the trash scattered here and there inside this place {my laptop run out of battery, luckily my camera will survive for a few more ...months?}, ...I want to help him, but I really, really don't know how....I don't even know what's going on anymore, but this isn't was supposed to be, that's for sure....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to anyone reading this, I hope to be back on home by the time you find this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-4993189538906918742?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/4993189538906918742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/03/tonight-it-was-windy-i-could-smell-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/4993189538906918742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/4993189538906918742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/03/tonight-it-was-windy-i-could-smell-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-4523775517628232979</id><published>2009-03-11T16:49:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:03:01.168-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange phonecall...</title><content type='html'>There are some things on this world I might never understand, and, this entire journey might well be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was worst every day, I knew he wast paying attention to his state, so I had to take things on my hands, I knew there where some soldier camps a few blocks away, I haven't got out much, but occasionally saw them carrying medical supply's trough the window, I knew John needed an antibiotic, we needed help, but he refused to ask for it, and told me the soldiers shouldn't know that we where here, but 2 days ago he collapsed, he had fever and wasn't even able to talk, unknowing what to do, I remembered the number on his cellphone (that infamous number he told me to call if I ever got in trouble), I called without knowing what to say, a cold man's voice on the other side made some questions, I inform him about the situation far as I knew, the man did not gave any detail, but at least told me what to do, he told me to look up among johns things for a small briefcase inside a bag, the damn thing had a security lock, but the man on the phone gave me the pass code, inside unlabeled, there was a 3 set serum samples and the proper equipment to apply it, he asked if I knew how to use the equipment, and after my reply he said "that will be all" and gang up without giving me any chance to ask anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied the shot and by the morning John woke up, I told him everything and he did thank me, but avoided to mention anything else about the entire incident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after he is like new, it seems like nothing ever happened, we are still here, the situation it's the same, I started to wonder about those soldiers (even some helicopters going over my head) ...what are they doing here?, and why are they sealing the center of the town...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be inside so dangerous to make them do that...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-4523775517628232979?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/4523775517628232979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/03/strange-phonecall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/4523775517628232979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/4523775517628232979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/03/strange-phonecall.html' title='Strange phonecall...'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-6367561986929214592</id><published>2009-03-07T03:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T04:18:04.923-02:00</updated><title type='text'>How long can we stand for it...?</title><content type='html'>It's that the only thing I keep on telling to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John it's not well, it has fever and I think the wound on his arm it's infecting, we have no antibiotic here, no medicine at all, if he doesn't get to a hospital this could get ugly...I'm trying to explain him this, but it's like he refuses to see the reality, he says "he has work to do" and just turns around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything happens to him I will be trapped in here, I've seeing those military troopers carrying supply's to the trucks...John tells me they mustn't know we are here, that's too dangerous, but how dangerous could it be if the only person ho knows what's going on gets seek, or even dead?, I can't allow that to happen....I simply can't...he is not only my ticket out of here, but he's also my friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nee to get my hands on those antibiotic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-6367561986929214592?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/6367561986929214592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-long-can-we-stand-for-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/6367561986929214592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/6367561986929214592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-long-can-we-stand-for-it.html' title='How long can we stand for it...?'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-6747488268543767491</id><published>2009-03-03T08:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:40:00.488-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing my best...</title><content type='html'>Ever since the "incident" whit the guy at the train station (and that infamous picture I had to delete), John has being a mess...he doesn't sleep, he barely eats, he goes out all day and when he comes back it looks like shit (the other day he's arm was bleeding, I guest he must had some sort of accident wile he was outside). I really didn't knew what to do, I wasn't allow to gout out (neither I wanted to), and he wasn't even talking to me... On the other hand, our situation hasn't improved. We are still stuck in here (no info at all), on my side, doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guest if I want to get out of here I need to play my cards carefully, I don't even know where I am (needless to say I have no idea what's going on_), by this point I'm pretty much sure it's something big, illegal, and the company it's involved somehow.&lt;br /&gt;How long does this goes?, I don't know, but the way John reacts every day it makes me think we are also in danger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it was late night, I woke up in the night and John was looking trough the window. There was a big full moon on the perfectly black sky, no stars, no clouds, just the huge moon shinning white. At first I tried to talk to him and he didn't answer me, so I start talking about myself, about my family, my home, and he finally gave me a word or two...then, after a wile, without talking about anything related to "this", he was talking normally again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems he has a brother (and his family it's a complete mess), he said "&lt;em&gt;the doctor said we were just the same, but he was wrong, I'm not like my brother&lt;/em&gt;..." (does this means they are twins?)...so, apparently his brother it's not such a nice guy, by some things he said (or was it maybe "the way" he said it), he is also involved in this, and John it's here because of him...talking about John, he hasn't gave me his real name, but he apologize for giving me a fake one...he said it's "better for me" not to know his name or surname (and somehow I believe him), so I'll call him "John", as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at dawn he felt asleep and I closed the window, now I'm writing this. I can't avoid to think about all, it seems I'm here since forever, but it was a little bit more than a month, I wonder when will this end...I can't but feel a little empathy whit John, somehow it seems to be looking out for my safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I start trusting him a little bit more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-6747488268543767491?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/6747488268543767491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/03/doing-my-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/6747488268543767491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/6747488268543767491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/03/doing-my-best.html' title='Doing my best...'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-8329242356288362361</id><published>2009-02-28T12:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:42:27.901-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are not going well, John asked me to remove the picture from my post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still hasn't told me ho the hell was that guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-8329242356288362361?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/8329242356288362361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-are-not-going-well-john-asked-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/8329242356288362361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/8329242356288362361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-are-not-going-well-john-asked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-1428149599216266128</id><published>2009-02-28T05:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:53:00.945-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad news</title><content type='html'>Very bad news, now John it's very angry whit me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...silly me, it seems his phone saves a record of every out coming message sent...he saw the picture and woke me up in the middle of the night to ask me about that man on the train station...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's hysteric, like, in panic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho the hell was that guy anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-1428149599216266128?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/1428149599216266128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/1428149599216266128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/1428149599216266128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-news.html' title='Bad news'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-1232972027973437946</id><published>2009-02-27T20:07:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:40:52.424-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The man at the train station...</title><content type='html'>Some days have passed up since we came here, I spent mostly all of my time inside the room, John goes in and out, and during the night we move a big wardrobe to seal up the door...even so, I think none of us had actually any sleep since we arrived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know where John goes every time, and I don't ask, but I keep on wondering myself what will it be if something bad happens to him and I'm left all alone in here, in the middle of nowhere without any chance of getting back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/4050/kijuju0562ip8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/4050/kijuju0562ip8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there was a weird situation at the train station...like I said, I don't go out much, but John ask me if I could go whit him this time since he had to do some "paperwork" and needed someone to take care of "something" for him wile he was on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down the apartment and walked like two blocks until the train station, the streets are empty, but there are many, many more dead animals and bones, laying on the streets...(it seems like the people from this side of Kijuju has went somewhere else...it's all like a ghost town here...), I think I saw some big antenna coming out from a big military truck parked some blocks away... (I wonder what are they doing here..), anyway, that might explain my "mysterious" Internet connection lately... (but the army is never a good sign...), finally, we arrived to the train station, there it was.., the same man in a suit we saw the other day when we where at the beach, I didn't actually notice anyone when we first came in to the hall of the train station, the guy gave us a black briefcase, and told John he should fill the reports before leaving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/9441/kijuju056pw4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/9441/kijuju056pw4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point the guy walked away and John told me to stay there, he said I should take care of that briefcase cos' it was very important, but I shouldn't open it, and said he would be back in a few minutes..., he also gave me his cellphone and said I could use it to ask for help if anything happend (there was only one number on the address book and I should call there), then he walked away and up to the stairs of the train station 2nd floor, then I saw him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a guy, completely and absolutely out of place siting a few seats away from me...Africa is hot (very hot actually), if you manage to get yourself into a shirt and a pair of pants that's only because you can't walk around naked...but this guy...this guy was ALL dressed up (and by "all" I'm including GLOVES), and it didn't even seemed to have any heat at all! He was just silently siting there, I couldn't tell if it was looking at me or not, but it was out of place, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since all in this trip has being "out of place" (and since I had John's phone), I took a picture of him &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[-*link deleted*-] &lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's in a crappy quality, I know, it seems Johns cellphone isn't good enough taking pictures, besides I was so nervous I wasn't really putting any attention to the angle...even if I couldn't avoid taking a picture... I managed to email the picture to my account using the phone, then, I was deleting the pic when John arrived from behind...I think he saw me doing something but I doubt he had the chance to see "what"...and the picture was not longer on his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked back and the guy was gone, gone into the thin air, like if it haven't existed at all...I don't know if I should tell John about it...it was an odd experience, but it was just a guy after all...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he took back his cellphone and the briefcase, we head back to the apartment and there was no talking about since...I think I should get some sleep now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep o touch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hope so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-1232972027973437946?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/1232972027973437946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-at-train-station.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/1232972027973437946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/1232972027973437946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-at-train-station.html' title='The man at the train station...'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-6062234681944370993</id><published>2009-02-24T16:19:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:34:31.359-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I've found the answer...</title><content type='html'>I've found the answer to my last question. Now I know why he was upset the other day, and honestly, now I'm scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning John woke me up, he was serious and upset, he told me to grab some things since we where going to stay on the outskirts of Kijuju (near the train station) for a wile... and god knows that's the last thing I want on the universe after all the crazy doings of the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put all I could inside my bag, then, I asked him for how long we where going to stay there, and he simply didn't answer...then I try out my second question, "where are we staying?", and he told me we where going to stay on a friend's house...but his silence on the first question was what scared me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that we head up to the helicopter, but before doing anything, a guy in a white lab-like coat gave us both a shot, I really didn't wanted that inyeccion, but John took it first...so I didn't say anything.., the guy just said it was a vaccine "to prevent any infection"...(now I wonder what did he mean by that?), anyway, then back to the same hidden heliport on the middle of nowhere, and there it was, the same car we saw the last time, ready to take us back to that damn place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there, there was a man on the entrance of a building, he gave John the key of the apartment and said we should be careful, we went up to the apartment, it was a mess, all dirty, the bed was on the floor, all junk and stuff all over. The door didn't seem like "safe"...just a piece of thin wood whit a simple lock...that's not safety anywhere on the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After unpacking John was organization some papers on the floor and found my camera on his bag, I don't get why this guy is so addicted to take pictures now, but I think it's his way to relax somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/7864/kijuju0563lg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/7864/kijuju0563lg5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm uploading this from my laptop (the pic it's awfull, just look at that hat!)...the heat it's horrible, the place is horrible, and I'm somehow scared of the locals around here...they are not very friendly...(not-one-bit), and besides I have no idea how long this is going to take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, since anyone tells me how long are we going to stay, I decided to wait for John to go out, and then check among John's papers wile he was gone to see if I could find any date or clue.., most of the papers talk about biological reports over some parasites (no idea what's so important about parasites anyway, but that might explain the shot they gave us, is there some kind of infection here...?), and since I was like "in a hurry" I didn't read them very carefully...the odd thing was, there were some old plain ticket's of commercial airlines from the US and Africa, looking at the dates it seems two people traveled here to Africa, to the west side of Kijuju, some months ago, but one of those persons came back to the US just the same day I meet John on the airport before coming here...did he came all the way back to the US just to pretend he was coming to Africa for the first time?, and then, ho was the other passenger and where is it...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I didn't have any further time to look up the papers, I heard the key on the door and droop everything inside the briefcase once again, it was John, he was carrying some food and water, he was all about complaining of the heat and I think didn't notice what I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if it's safe to put this here, but I need to tell someone, anyway I haven't seeing anything, and plus, on top of that, the company isn't answering my mails since we got here...in fact, I'm surprised, how the hell do I have Wi-Fi on this town...?, is there any big antenna or installation around here...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-6062234681944370993?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/6062234681944370993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-found-answer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/6062234681944370993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/6062234681944370993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-found-answer.html' title='I&apos;ve found the answer...'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-3068289325070574996</id><published>2009-02-22T19:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:51:00.250-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit closer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/8821/japo95zp0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/8821/japo95zp0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Yesterday we had to go to the japanese facility again...I don't know what's going on, but it looks like John has to report whatever he's doing to this particular place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting for over an hour on the "white area" like the last time, John came in and told me I should follow him inside...inside it was...seriously unbelievable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/2935/japo952eh5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/2935/japo952eh5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not only huge, but completely futuristic, I've found this picture now, certainly taken by John, but he must have being very careful since I didn't saw him taking it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the complex there where security cameras everywhere, elevators, huge bamboo trees, weekly stairs and computerized locks on every door, when I saw that, I told to myself "this is it, this is were the big cheese lives", but then again, come to think, I actually never visited the inside of any facility...so maybe all those places were just as awesome as this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head downstairs and into a room, John had the security code (that guy it's full of surprises), then he told me again to wait there, and he entered alone, after a few minutes I could hear like people arguing inside, but I couldn't make a single word of what they were saying, soon after that John came out whit an angry face and said we had to leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what they told him to get him this mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-3068289325070574996?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/3068289325070574996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-bit-closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/3068289325070574996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/3068289325070574996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-bit-closer.html' title='A little bit closer...'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-7373973248047655499</id><published>2009-02-20T20:48:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:48:01.777-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Japan</title><content type='html'>Ever since the midnight visit to that old house things have turned out in a very annoying silence from everyone here...it's like all of the people it's walking smoothly on this house, and that even includes the guys cleaning the house and preparing the meals...(I wonder ho was living in that house...was it the owner of that wheelchair maybe?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today we got back to this strange an nonexistent job of doing nothing besides traveling (since John do all the work, cos' far as I know I'm not doing anything), we had to go to Japan once again, but to a different area this time, here, it was cold (like it should be!), and the central building was a complete luxury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/218/2ndjapansj1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/218/2ndjapansj1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is not like I don't know the company has all this money to put all this huge buildings all around the world, but somehow I just can't help to surprise myself every time I visit one of this places...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/3750/2ndjapan2cj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/3750/2ndjapan2cj3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all white, like "shinning", not a single stain on the floor, and once again the view was awesome, I had to stay on the reception area, and John went in to the office, same as usual, I waited and he came out whit some papers and documents, then we came back to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder If I'll ever get something to do...(since my entire "job" it's based on "waiting").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-7373973248047655499?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/7373973248047655499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-japan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/7373973248047655499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/7373973248047655499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-japan.html' title='Back to Japan'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-3238788562700076882</id><published>2009-02-16T14:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:40:00.635-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight mansion...?</title><content type='html'>First of all sorry for the crappy quality of this pics, but it was too dark and my camera wasn't able to capture almost anything...(and by dark I mean peach black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened last night, I was sleeping and suddenly John came in whit some other guy I don't know, he told me I had to go whit him right away without making any questions...somewhat it's good to know I don't even have to worry about asking things, this is like being captive, but more polite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/5658/man01md2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/5658/man01md2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The helicopter took us to a dense wood not so far from the house, it was cold (really damn cold), and by the time it landed I had no idea where it was the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently on the woods there was this huge house-like-mansion, John made a call from his cellphone and then we got into a inner garden full of junk...some of it seemed odd, broken monitors, and even a wheelchair...an old-fashioned wheelchair...(creepy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/715/man02jl7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/715/man02jl7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for about 15 minutes and then John try out his phone again, by the way it looked, no one was answering, so he called to some other number and talk almost in whispers (far enough so I couldn't hear him).&lt;br /&gt;Wile he was talking I was siting on the chair, but I felt like a "scratching" noise coming from behind, I turned around but I couldn't make a thing out of the darkness and fog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/3492/man04wz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/3492/man04wz2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my curiosity is stronger than me, I had to go and check...there was a dark hallway on one side of the garden, and I could swear the noises were coming from there...the long hallway was absolutely dark, and suddenly John scared me from behind...he wasn't trying to scare me, but I didn't realize he was so near me, I told him about the strange noise and asked him to take a picture of the hallway to see if I could make it out what was inside the hallway once at the house...but the picture was too dark and out of focus...now, come to think...the "out of focus" issue seems odd...John knows how to use my camera...(was he trying to avoid taking a picture to whatever was down there?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/8487/man03dq8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/8487/man03dq8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if he had being more cheerful lately, I could tell by the look on his face there was something wrong...the phone calls, the strange midnight visit to this old house...I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back to the helicopter really fast and then again back to the house...he refused to talk about the incident itself and today it was like nothing ever happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...no idea what will be next...(or when I might be able to go home)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-3238788562700076882?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/3238788562700076882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/midnight-mansion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/3238788562700076882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/3238788562700076882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/midnight-mansion.html' title='Midnight mansion...?'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-5085559588110452673</id><published>2009-02-14T16:51:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:06:49.295-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the world</title><content type='html'>Today it's exactly a month since I came onto this crazy trip (and god knows this is madness). I didn't had time to update this ever since John gave me back my laptop, I know it sounds like a lie, but it's the plain truth, this is getting stranger and stranger every time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like if things are turning back to normal, but I know they are not, after that night I didn't catch up whit John until Feb-10, he came in one morning and told me we had "work to do", I'm actually learning not to bother myself asking thing anymore, so I did the only thing I could do, I'd dressed up and went after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The helicopter was on the heliport ready to go, we got in and John asked if I'd like to know other country's, I was confused, but he told me some of the things I had to deliver were in different research facilities around the world, so we had to go and get them as fast as we could since it seems there was some complication going on and we didn't had much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The helicopter took us to the airport not far from there, and a private plain from the company was waiting for us. During the trip I gave my camera back to John, I really want to avoid to take any picture showing anything "I shouldn't", god knows what this guys might do to me if I do it...so it's better for him to have the camera for now. Our first destination was India (yeah, INDIA...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/2179/india1re2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/2179/india1re2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;I didn't even knew the company had any installations in that country, and not only that, the are huge! It seems they are on a deserted mountain area, build up among some kind of old temple repaired to fit the new facility, they even have a giant burble-like building and my first question to John was "how's that possible?!, this could be easily seeing from google earth or any other satellite!", he just laugh and then told me "ho you think actually owns those...?",and my face, I suppose, was indescribable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/8395/india2hx4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/8395/india2hx4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were some other people on the main area, I think they also work for the company, I didn't try to talk to any of them, honestly, I don't want to get in trouble. John took some pics and then told me to wait there until he was over, as usual, he went in to the building whit some other mans and came out like 45 minutes later whit a small briefcase. Once again we went into the plain and back to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/5904/india3ok1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/5904/india3ok1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next morning was the same story, only this time the helicopter took us directly to a beach area, I honestly don't know where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/7557/27894517tj7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/7557/27894517tj7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a dock and some boats, but the place was empty, although there was a guy in black suit waiting for us whit another briefcase (the image itself was out of place...and creepy...), there wasn't much talking whit John neither, only the delivery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/7475/pl2lh6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/7475/pl2lh6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The place was indeed beautiful, the water was transparent and the sand almost white maybe some sort european island...?, since we didn't travel for long to get there I assume it wasn't that far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/1008/pl3wa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/1008/pl3wa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once again the helicopter toke us to the hotel (to get some clothing and personal stuff we left there last time we were there), I put everything I could on a bag, once again to the helicopter, and then back to the house...we spent almost the entire day traveling, by the time we arrived it was late night, once again I went to bed to wake up early next morning and find out we had to travel yet again, this time to Japan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/9397/japancityrc6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/9397/japancityrc6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Streets of that area were apparently empty, I didn't see anyone going in or out, just like a ghost town, or a "test town" like those the US-military used for the nuclear (or was is atomic?) "bomb testing",...at least that was the feeling I had... Also, I though it will be colder, I mean, isn't winter in japan by this time of year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/6513/japancity2fm9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/6513/japancity2fm9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a wile we went to some weird glass building, another lab facility from the company I think, there were some guys on the distance, I didn't pay much of attention though...&lt;br /&gt;Same as always, John told me to wait, then he came in a few minutes later, but this time he didn't had anything on his hands, I couldn't avoid to see we were on a very particular place, the backwards of the facility was somewhat connected to some sort of mountains...beautiful sight if you ask me...but it seems like someone made this area as isolated as it could...don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/1310/japancity3pd5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/1310/japancity3pd5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And that's about it, today we didn't had to go anywhere so I guest I have an extra time to upload this up...this last days John has being a little bit more cheerful again, far as I know, his humor indicates me how deep in shit might I be...so it's kind of important for me to keep an eye on that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to update this again as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-5085559588110452673?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/5085559588110452673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/around-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/5085559588110452673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/5085559588110452673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/around-world.html' title='Around the world'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-4378890669613226512</id><published>2009-02-08T07:47:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:47:00.324-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday John came in to my bedroom in the middle of the night and gave me my camera back. He was siting on the bed and told me (almost whispering) we had to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank god!" I was thinking to myself, "finally some answers!", but to be honest he wasn't looking well at all, he actually seemed like he hadn't sleep in two days, and I couldn't but to feel something really bad was about to happen. He told me this was all part of "my work" from the very start, that I should not be worried since my job was nearly over, and I should get back home soon enough...he also said my mission, simple as it was, was very important and I should not fail under any circumstances to deliver the "cargo" to the company, I didn't realized then, but he said "cargo" and not "documents"...so I'm supposed to carry something else?, is this about a drug deal maybe?, is that why all this seems like poped out of a "007" hollywood movie?&lt;br /&gt;He ended up saying he wasn't authorized to gave me any further info, shortly after that, he just went out of the room in complete silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat I can't help but feel sorry for him, his strong will and attitude, force him to act like if this entire mess was "all right", but at some point I think he's also a puppet...maybe he thinks there's no turning back for him at this point..."the happiness of ignorance" they say...I know now, is better not ask anything if I want to get back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to update this whit some pics next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best to everyone out there reading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-4378890669613226512?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/4378890669613226512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/4378890669613226512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/4378890669613226512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-night.html' title='Last night...'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-5909960829602479530</id><published>2009-02-06T09:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:20:54.380-02:00</updated><title type='text'>almost 12 days</title><content type='html'>It's being like twelve days since I was brought here. This work was supposed to last one month or less, that means there's still a week to go, I try to hold on to that, the company hasn't answered any of my mails neither...I feed like I'm a prisoner of some twisted plot for someone to gain something I really don't know what it is...but maybe that's just my head wondering about everything...nerveless...I still have no answer or explanation about anything. I think I will resign as soon as I'm back, but I can't help wondering, "will I ever get back?...". It's funny, I remember I've told "I wish I could stay longer" the last time we were here...and now I don't know how to get out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day after we got here John took away my camera and laptop, now he gave me my laptop back (but not my camera). I can't stop feeling like someone was sneaking around my computer to read and re-check everything, even so, there's nothing missing..., as usual, he didn't gave me a reason, I complain every time I see him about that (I must be a pain in the ass at this point). He has being going in and out without me, I haven't go out since we got here, the door it's always locked and the owner of the house is nowhere to being seen, but there's some house cleaning girls ho make my dinner and keep everything going, the bad thing is, I try to talk to them, but they don't seem to speak english...(I can't recognize what language they speak).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my days, I wake up usually at 7:30 AM, then breakfast, then usually John comes in to check on me, then I do absolutely NOTHING until the next meal and repeat....late at night I go to bed, There's nothing to see here, nothing to do, no TV, no radio, no phone, no nothing, just silence and cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have my laptop back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well, that's a start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-5909960829602479530?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/5909960829602479530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/almost-12-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/5909960829602479530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/5909960829602479530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/02/almost-12-days.html' title='almost 12 days'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-7658962037319428601</id><published>2009-01-26T04:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:22:17.480-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on Kijuju...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/3899/kijuju03mo6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/3899/kijuju03mo6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again we had to take the bus and train, in Kijuju the streets are empty, I don't get it, where's all the people we saw the last time?, there was a guy on the train station, and I think I saw some guys walking on the shadows wile we walked trough the streets, but that's it, no one else. It's also alarming the quantity of dead dogs, coats and other animals I've found, and they don't look like natural death, the few people we saw was like...I don't know, they look like shadows... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't saw John whit my camera today, but I've just found this picture, and it's from today, no doubt about it, so I guest he must have taken it wile we went downstairs to the lower section of the train station...looking at that guy in the background, hiding in shadows, give's me the creeps...(and there's some weird looking shadow on the back I can't distinguish what it is).&lt;br /&gt;We had to go to the same house as the last time, but the door was closed, there was no one there, John made some calls whit his cell phone, I had my laptop on to keep myself entertain, but the entire situation wasn't right. We stood about four hours in front that door, then some guy appeared on the corner of the street, John noticed this and quickli told me "stand up, we have to go, c'on, hurry..." then he grab arm (and doesn't gave me an explenation), we must have walked out for about 20 minutes whitout direction, I ask him several times what was going on, but he didn't say a thing and just keep on dragging me trought the town...so we were just walking under the sun, and then his phone rings and he has a cryptic conversation whit someone on the other side, then he hang up as we crossed the street, next thing I know, a car appeared almost out on nowhere and John told me to pop in, I couldn't see the driver, there was no conversation what so ever about anything during the long trip, I didn't knew where the car was going, my god, I didn't even knew ho the driver was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a wile the car got to a heliport, hiden in the middle of NOWHERE, ok, ok, I've heard of some eccentricity among the rich guys of the company, but this it's like "too damn much"...I told John I wasn't going to get inside that thing unless he gave me a good reason, and he just told me I could take the helicopter whit him or try to catch up a train on Kijuju to get back to the hotel...he knew there's no way I'm coming back there alone... I had no option, and the helicopter ended up taking us to that place from the other day (the one were I took John's picture, the "cold house").&lt;br /&gt;The same guy we saw there the last time received us, there was no arguing nor taking about all the absolutely strange behavior I've seeing today, only casual chik-chat like nothing was wrong, I don't know where am I, I didn't know if these guys or the company, have political interests on this side of the world, if they are dealing whit something illegal or not, but the air smells like civil war, too much money going on around me, too many moves, secrets and things I don't understand...misterious calls, cars poping up out of nowhere, and now helicopters...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on asking to John, to tell me what's going on, but he's silent, an more nervous than ever, he is the only one I know here, and the sad thing is, I don't really know him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They gave us a large portion of this huge house to stay, I'm siting in the dark now, uploading this, I can't sleep, I'm scared, I don't know what to do, I look back on the things that happened this last 24 hours and I can't believe I'm here, I don't even understand why we ran off from that guy on Kijuju...if I think about it, it was just a guy... I don't know what's going on, and I'm not even sure I care, I've sent several e-mails to the company but no one reply's them, and the only cellphone isn't mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guest I should try to get some sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hope this is not my last entry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-7658962037319428601?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/7658962037319428601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-on-kijuju.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/7658962037319428601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/7658962037319428601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-on-kijuju.html' title='Back on Kijuju...'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-4533176781229400329</id><published>2009-01-25T02:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T03:03:59.991-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/5097/lk01cb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/5097/lk01cb8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are tight here, John hasn't being the same since that phone call, today we went to this guy's house, it didn't seemed like work, we didn't collect any documents but John said we had to go see him. Apparently he's a photographer ho works in the Kijuju area, there were a lot of pics hanging from the walls. I was supposed to be distracted, but I heard them talking about some incidents on that area, some violence reports and some pictures he had taken showing some weird stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was keeping me busy wile playing systematically whit my camera from his sit, but the subject called my attention, I've read on some journals and blogs about other creepy incidents on that area, and the last time I was there the air was weird...you could almost say "aggressive".&lt;br /&gt;After a wile talking in whispers we leave, the way back to the hotel was quiet, John was serious, and didn't say a word, wen we got to the hotel he told me the company had sent us to do some extra work on that area, and we had to go tomorrow morning to collect some documents... I really don't feel like going there now, but I really have no choice, do I?, they told me I should do as he told me...but I simply don't like this, I'm so far away from home I can't contact anyone from here, and I don't know any legals regarding this area, if I get in troubles here I'm screw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to keep on touch after tomorrow...at very least keeping this thing updated from my laptop it makes me feel a little bit better...I wish I could talk to John...but I don't even know he's real name, the guy is full of secrets and I have the felling there are some things I'm not supposed to know about this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-4533176781229400329?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/4533176781229400329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/01/worried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/4533176781229400329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/4533176781229400329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/01/worried.html' title='Worried...'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-6012989553087765586</id><published>2009-01-23T12:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:39:05.778-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone call?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/6425/lk02np4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/6425/lk02np4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's me once again, we had to go to some fancy old house on the outskirts of the city (plus, it was a HUGE house, I felt like it didn't fit the heat and background though...). It was kind of weird, John actually told me to wait in the lobby until he was over, ad so I did it, sometimes I have the feeling I'm out of place or something...I haven't done almost anything related to work since we got here and I can't really see why they sent me (it seems to me only one people was more then sufficient to collect the documents no mater how important they are). John was playing whit the camera, it make me wait a long time until he came back for me saying it was all done, and gave me back the camera saying "there you have a nice pic for your album!" (almost like moking me), I didn't got the chance to meet the house owners...then we came back to the hotel, as usual, but last night something weird happen, John's cellphone rings and suddenly he is all worried and serious...that's not like him at all, I asked if everything was ok and he said I shouldn't worry, it was just "business"...I don't know, this trip it's getting weirder every time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-6012989553087765586?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/6012989553087765586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/01/phone-call.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/6012989553087765586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/6012989553087765586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/01/phone-call.html' title='Phone call?'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-2223382207137634905</id><published>2009-01-21T11:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:47:31.189-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I've finally got you! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/7981/29869598ya5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/7981/29869598ya5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's being over a week since my last post, I know I said I'll keep this updated but to be honest I really had no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire week was a complete mess, since we got here I couldn't take any rest except for that day in the hotel. I must admit it's not the hardest work ever, but this hi temperatures sometimes make me feel I could use some rest. Mainly because we have traveled trough out the hole continent!, and I'm not kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go from here to there all the time, mostly to small offices on some small cities..., to say the truth the only fishy thing was this visit we had to Kijuju the other week, "John" it's a peculiar guy, I admit it, I can't see him working for this business, he has some odd weird costumes and doesn't look anything like a hi-range business guy, but it's not that bad (and it's snoring a little bit less, thank God!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to take him a pic wile he wasn't looking (he'll get piss off if he finds out XD), not the best pic ever, since I was siting on the floor, but it's something. There we are in the middle of nowhere, two days ago wen we had to take a plain and travel almost six hours to get to some weirdo representative ho happens to live on the...mountains (?), I could almost say it was cold there, really COLD...or at least in comparison to the hotel. After a brief talking (I think John knew him from somewhere else) the guy handed over a briefcase whit some documents and we leave...I wish I could have stayed longer, the weather was grate there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now, I've better go before he finds me uploading his pic. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on touch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-2223382207137634905?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/2223382207137634905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-finally-got-you-xd.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/2223382207137634905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/2223382207137634905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-finally-got-you-xd.html' title='I&apos;ve finally got you! XD'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7564230752029925360.post-237314971118129467</id><published>2009-01-14T10:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:25:02.972-02:00</updated><title type='text'>First post!!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hello there!, welcome to my Africa vacations! (well, it wasn't actually a "vacation", but more like work, lol). I'll try to keep this updated since it's being a time and I really would like to avoid long posts like this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's actually late right now and I should be sleeping, but the sound of my roommate snoring just keeps me awake all night. My god!, does this guy ever gets peacefully sleep?!, I bet a giant dinosaur could be attacking the city right now and he wouldn't notice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They assign me whit this creepy-weird guy from the pharmaceutical company assisting on my work. I hadn't seeing him before, so it was quite a shock when they told me I had to spent almost a month living whit him...(and GOD!, I hope to get some sleep during this month!), they also said he is one of the "important guys" so I had to obey him somewhat during this period of time, there shouldn't be much of a problem about it since we are here only to collect some documents from different organizations and nothing more than that. I guest he is no lame but I hardly think he is one of the top guys.., I dunno.., there's something sneaky about him sometimes it makes me feel uneasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The only real problem so far is he's particular annoying "trademark", he has a very particular voice, like so acute it sound awful, and his blue eyes and blond disarranged hair makes me think about a bird every time I see him... even so he is not that bad, sometime we can talk for hours about stupid subjects non related to work, they didn't told me his name tough, and wen I asked him he said I could call him "John Doe", no doubt it's a fake name, I really can't think about a reason why he would hide his real name to me, but if it makes him feel better beats me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now comes to think, he is very protective about his image too, I have the camera right here, since we where supposed to visit some fancy places I couldn't miss some shots for my personal album, but every time I take a picture he cover's the lent, also, it seems he has found a way to keep the camera out of him by taking it and picturing me...not that I mind though, actually, I almost never have any picture of myself, so I gust that's the reason why I haven't taked off my camera from him so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But let's talk about the trip shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We had to take the plain together, the airport was the first time we saw each other, then, we went to the hotel, I must admit I don't get this place, it's a very sophisticated building, but it has only ONE big room for all, no bedrooms or living room, no, all together, to change clothes I've got to get inside the bathroom, and there isn't any kitchen neither...it's like they supposed you are only having your meals on a restaurant...not that I mind, the work covers all the expenses of the trip, but it's odd to have like 4 meals always on restaurant's...my-my, I miss my kitchen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway, first day we had to go to the mall, the city it's not as half as big as home, but it works, it has a theater, some restaurants and pools, there's also a small records store...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://img108.imageshack.us/img108/7506/lkshoppingms3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img108.imageshack.us/img108/7506/lkshoppingms3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I must admit I had a good time, but the second day was off, so we spent the entire day doing nothing on the hotel (as you can see he had my camera already). The view it's simply wonderful, you can see almost the entire city from here (it's not like it's a BIG city...but the view it's still grate).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://img108.imageshack.us/img108/1535/lkbalcony2rd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img108.imageshack.us/img108/1535/lkbalcony2rd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/9898/lkbalconyug7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/9898/lkbalconyug7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The third day (that means today), it was a completely different story... We had to take a filthy bus and then a train to get a small town named Kijuju on west side, the heat was awful, I simply couldn't breath, and the smell on the streets and train station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img18.imageshack.us/img18/2764/kijuju01cz7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img18.imageshack.us/img18/2764/kijuju01cz7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;...man, it was like traveling back on time to the middle age...all the few buildings made of concrete were all like abandoned and full of graffiti, junk and cars scattered all over, worst mess I've seeing in time...besides the people wasn't very friendly neither, they look like they're gonna spit right onto your face or something...my god, I hope we don't have to do business here again, really, I do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/4545/kijuju02xe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/4545/kijuju02xe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What I don't get was why we where supposed to be there in the first place, they told me it was all about some documents (very important documents I guest for sending 2 people to get them to the other side of the globe) we had to collect on that area, but as soon as we got there "John" told me to wait on the entrance of a filthy wooden house and it came back a few minutes later without any papers on his hands and said it was all done...it seemed odd at the time but I was happy to get back to the hotel as soon as possible, get a shower and some sleep...man...it's like too late now...and I haven't slept at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well, hope to keep on touch from here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Best for all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564230752029925360-237314971118129467?l=pg67a-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/feeds/237314971118129467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/237314971118129467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7564230752029925360/posts/default/237314971118129467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pg67a-w.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post.html' title='First post!!! :)'/><author><name>Kate Conney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12459211189825063178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_39mkLyOwazM/SZd5cZppNnI/AAAAAAAAABc/8HC45P7pHcg/S220/flog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
