hy, nice to see that there are survivors

i've been locked in here for ages....for a long time i've tryed to find out what happened but from a point i've started to loose hope...i've enbraced the ideea of dieng in this hole....
oh sory...i forgot to tell u about me.
i "live" in a bombshelter that my parents found when i was little, here i have all i need including a huge garden in wich i grow my food. today i found this public line, i thought nobody uses it anymore.
now that i've found people that try to find out what happened in....uh...i don't remember when it happened (uh...and sory for my spelling, i didn't realy spend time talking to people :) )anyway one thing i remember clearly, in one sunday at 12:15 AM(the hour is specific) i remember a huge bright light coming from everywhere, in a sec. me parents came in my room and hit me with something...the next thing i was in here.
a have a few "supositions" about what happened from some guys that i've talked with, but they all died with time....i don't know the year or the time in wich i am.

please tell me more about u'r life, where do u live how is it out there?
i knew a guy that had made a public line through his recorder, he lived outside, he allways told me about the air, i don't remember exactly how did he sayd it is, but i know that he had also improvised an oxigen-tube to walk outside, he said that the city is deserted, but at one poin he got realy scared...started running...i heard some dog barks....at one point he stoped...said:
"nothing surprises me any more"
and than i heard the horible sound of devoured meat for the first time.

i will continue updating this line with all the info that i collected over the years, i also have some drawings of the city as i remember it.

BTW: i almost forgoten, when i woke up in here i found some items that don't seam to fit into place, i don't know why me parents put them in here, i will post a list with them, maybe u can help me figure out what to do with them

keep updating

doc.1

got the grany+survivol+kit, coming back through,gara nord arad..the Not domesticated or cultivated; wild: savage beasts of the jungle.
Its always dark when i see her. they always said "hury up when you pass through the portal" "never alone in da night", but the building -s got halucinogenik fairymenntalik powers, i feel them so deep,im falling again...
..... i saw this door.i miss everybody allready.Musn-t stop/ What da heck is behind this door? .nah here i go
>> there were som stairs..at the top there where no lights...but i have my camera..i can use the flashlight..
shots>>> flash number one,one of her rebel warrior sun , its so silent..and dark..oh her voice again:TrenulYnterczzzzityCuD___ectiabdszzffff soseste in STatiepebzzzffffshhh telling me i saw too much...im afraid again..last shot:::click,flatchhhh plfiiiiuu plffffiiuu******* ******* oneday il get back here! (my grany is waiting in fear, she's calling me..she wans to know if im safe bak on the net)ill hardly pass through, she-s stiking me on her wallss . again,im out of here !uff i lost the train again......hmmmm who r you? the tipikal question:what country r u from? i: arad! he doese not belive me...he askes for my adress,he begs me for a picture..i made this, meet one of her suns.they cannot see the way out,her new vertebrats are stuk he canot look upI think i-ll chek the bar...smels like unwhanted children here, yes you can sit at the table,im from arad,.oh ypu bought your clothes from bucrest with 200eu? walking alone in gara arad nord is dangeurous? ok i-ll make you a picture,hey you took my mobsoul of my mob mum, i think i need it bak but i-m not gonna fight for it,oh you wanna sell your baby? no i don-t wanna smoke.ok i'll take one,im faling again seeing her run with the the phone

the next morning i was on my way to timisoara.(brb)

Sinatrion exports during communism

One nice Lithynian sunny day on gramps's porch, with gramps, granny and little Deuzmatibrol. Gramps is storytellin', about Sin city. Listen!
"It was a wery pleasant morning when they arrived, if I remember correctly it happened in spring(one of the four seasons), on a saturday morning(one of the seven days of a week on the blue planet) when Chomborg, a Thrinat-class ship entered the city("Arad"), nowadays enhabited by even stranger humans. Probably due to the Sinatrion... Listen to me child! Don't be distracted!
So, as my grandfather told me, Chomborg, and it's crew, entered the little blue planet's only one Sinatrion rich city. In earthlike time, this happened after the second great war. The reasonable thing to do, was for the ship to take an earthlike shape, and that for the crew too, so they appeared as a russian tank division, led by an important political figure, who immediately took over the local leadership(easy to do, because we were far more advanced). We were good at that, just ask your granny, she'll tell you about her grandparents, who were the first Lithinians to be placed by our government in high roles, in a city called Moscow, the capital, and nursery of Communism, the ideology wich brought us the perfect context, to exploit one of the richest sources of Sinatrion in the galaxy.
So, the thing was, that after we've taken over the control, it was necessary to build the infrastructure, and start extracting the necessary amount of Sinatrion christals. The thing with our ship, was, that it could take many shapes, and realise a multitude of tasks, so the brave crew istalled them in various locations. To do this, they had to demolish aged human infrastructure and built large concrete structures, in wich to install the machines. They moved humans inside those cranked spaces called flats, and used the power generated by their minds to balance the christal exposure caused desease in our people. To this day humans think that communist ideology killed their soul, but the situation was generated mainly by us.
So like that, we've got our Sinatrion for the next thousand years. Our ships left "Sin city" exactly on time, before communism failed. Some of our kind still live there, they say, they can't let go. We communicate with them throgh commonly used radiowave frequencies, so we don't get detected. Nowadays we heard that they run establishments, and control nightlife in Sin city. Some of them became artists, and I've heard that a little crew opened an alternative art space...are you listening kid? I'll call your grandma to fix you a shot of S. I guess i'll have some too...hmm"

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UNderworld of Arad - Sin City red lights

Sint sigur ca o sa aflam mai multe despre subsolul orasului - chestii care vorba aia - nu incap inca pe posturile oficiale sau pe siturile de stiri. Unii spuneau ca Arad-ul are o lume interlopa mai dezvoltata decit TM - sau poate densitatea e mai mare pe cap de locuitor cum spunea cineva aseara. Intotdeuna m-am gindit ca ar fi interesanta o literatura care sa creasca din asta. Vorbeam odata cu Milos despre oraselul sarb din care este el - Nis sau asa. Imi zicea ca exista un scriitor care vine de acolo si care scrie o literatura oarecum similara cu Vakulovski si ca intotdeuna se bazeaza pe datul local amplificindu-i limitele si garnisindu-l cu tot felul de detalii tipice, si limbaj de argou local.
Strip-barurile din Arad par sa aiba o istorie foarte interesanta. Ele migreaza, schimbindu-si locatia, facind viraje, lasind in urma alte stabilimente si institutii. Asea am aflat ca sub KF este o veche puscarie, si ca in KF a fost odata un Strip-bar...
Eh, la inceput cind se lucra din greu la construcite se dezgropau tot felul de relicve care din pacate au fost aruncate (caci altfel ar fi putut fi scanate aicea pe blog sau deveni vaza de lucrari ulterioare!). Au gasit pina si un fel de portfolio prafuit, cu fetele de la stabiliment pozate. Asta e istoria secreta, un fel de misterele Aradului. Soferi de TIR care opresc noaptea la centura. Lumini slabe. Lumea de sub poduri. Fotografii facute de la distanta, fara blitz. Razii neasteptate. Corsete stranse, dantela veche, si picioare infasurate in platform shoeees sho shoo.

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