change in plans

Once again I get persuaded that if you want to have something done - do it yourself.
The riot has begun and I had nothing left to do but to change my location once again. I am in Skagen, Denmark at the moment, waiting for a ferry to Kristiansand, Norway. I am leaving tomorrow.
Its both funny and dramatic how the dreams of the speakers break down. I have always been right to myself and everyone who surrounded me. I was acting according to my principles and never gave up on it. And now I am being chased by the army of both week pathetic hyenas, who have always spoiled everything due to their narrow-mindness. However, I am still not giving up, I am just returning to my roots. I am planning to settle in Tromsø for a while. Thank Odin, it is so rich wit woods and mountains that even a local inhabbitant cannot always find his way home. Luckily, I have several comrades there whom I am sure in. They were with me during my adolsence, together we heard the news that Snorre killed himself in my future cell... come to think of it, I remember the day when it happened quite clearly... For once in my life then I felt how it is being in Valhalla... I don't know why, but then and still I am 100% sure that I have taken a peak, and let it be how I saw it. 
LIFE IS NOT THE END
THERE IS SO MUCH MORE TO COME
I can't say that I'm not thinking of a possibuility of being killed. Its not that I'm afraid of death, but only a brave warrior who dies in a struggle for his country is the worthy one to enter "The Hall of the Slain". My situation is a bit different and if so, I don't want to risk because of some nazis and people who don't get jokes...
I have a plan B... but still I am not retreating. I will do my best to achieve my aim!
Soon, I will see the snows...

i miss northern lights

It has been a productive month indeed, however, everything turned out not exactly the way that I've planned...
The newspapers and all the media has gone crazy due to the practical joke that I've played...
It occured to me that both Hitler and me began our revolutions in the same city, so I've decided to pay him the honour and established a comical tribute, which the press named "the most blasphemous racist anti-semitic nazi prank".

I crucified a jew on a turned over cross in the Holocaust Mahnmal.
The effect is outrageous...
I was called the "Unfortunate Hitler" by the Deutsche Zeitungen and my head is worth a title of "national hero".


Its unbelievable how cycled life is... I was never understood in childhod. Now the same thing is happening all over again. I remember my 14th year, when I've found one and only true soulmate. He said:
"Yes, such has been my lot from very childhood! All have read upon my countenance the marks of bad qualities, which were not existent; but they were assumed to exist—and they were born. I was modest—I was accused of slyness: I grew secretive. I profoundly felt both good and evil—no one caressed me, all insulted me: I grew vindictive. I was gloomy—other children merry and talkative; I felt myself higher than they—I was rated lower: I grew envious. I was prepared to love the whole world—no one understood me: I learned to hate. My colourless youth flowed by in conflict with myself and the world; fearing ridicule, I buried my best feelings in the depths of my heart, and there they died. I spoke the truth—I was not believed: I began to deceive. Having acquired a thorough knowledge of the world and the springs of society, I grew skilled in the science of life; and I saw how others without skill were happy, enjoying gratuitously the advantages which I so unweariedly sought. Then despair was born within my breast—not that despair which is cured at the muzzle of a pistol, but the cold, powerless despair concealed beneath the mask of amiability and a good-natured smile. I became a moral cripple. One half of my soul ceased to exist; it dried up, evaporated, died, and I cut it off and cast it from me. The other half moved and lived—at the service of all; but it remained unobserved, because no one knew that the half which had perished had ever existed. But, now, the memory of it has been awakened within me by you, and I have read you its epitaph. To many, epitaphs in general seem ridiculous, but to me they do not; especially when I remember what reposes beneath them. I will not, however, ask you to share my opinion. If this outburst seems absurd to you, I pray you, laugh! I forewarn you that your laughter will not cause me the least chagrin."
My soulmate's name was Grigory Pechorin and he was fictional.
In that year I refused to deal with the fate that might has been prepared for me.
I refuse to deal with it now.
My comrades are nazis, my haters are the remaining world, my soulmate is fictional and long dead. How did I get here? - That's what I have so small time to figure out, before some "national hero" chimes in chopping my head off...

hear this

Thus my faith grew that my beautiful dream for the future would become reality after all, even though this might require long years. 

(c) Adolf Hitler (Mein Kampf)

It's been 25 days now since I have escaped.
The skinheads got what they wanted - all newspapers equated me to their herd. That was the price that I had to pay, unfortunately.
Today I have recieved all my paperwork from a friend from Longyearbyen, so finally I can get back on track.
I have settled down in Berlin at the moment. Proud mighty Germany has always felt right for making revolutions.
I have spent 2 days in Köpi, when I met a guy named Friedrich, who is one of my follower. He is helping me to hide at the moment.
My spirit has never been higher than now. There are so much comrades in Berlin, who worship me and are willing to be lead by me.
The army of our superiour race is forming!