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= er mio "coso" [Ph.D. in Politics] belga o 6'000'000 euro

= 6'000'000'000 euro

= 2'000 condanne a morte in diretta CNN

= passaporto ONU come rifugiato apolide.

Kidnapped one afternoon (30 August 2008), one night (30-31 August) and one morning (31 August) inside the Tokyo airport on request of the Italian Embassy[-“government”] in Tokyo

Obliged to pay a ransom (with “regular” receipts) for leaving the Tokyo airport

30 August 2008. A flight from Taipei in the early morning. Taipei-Tokyo-Seattle. With new check-in in Tokyo. Reached Tokyo in the early afternoon. New check-in and [in my intentions] flight to Seattle. At the Tokyo check-in, they ask why I have only a one-way ticket. I tell that it is my intention to remain in the USA. They insist. I tell that, anyway, I can go outside the USA by bus and that I could not buy a US bus ticket in Taiwan. They insist. I tell that it not their business. They insist. I tell that it is my intention to ask for asylum in the USA etc. and that, consequently, I did not need to waste money for a return ...return where? I tell that I have no intention to go back to Taiwan. In addition, I underline that in Taiwan, it was sold me that ticket without any problem. They tell that they do not know what asylum is, what asylum seekers are, what refugees are, what the United Nations are. They want a return ticket. Finally, they call an agent of the US immigration. He tells that it is right in that way, that it is indispensable a “return” ticked for going to the USA. However, he comes to talk with me. I tell him that I had already asked for asylum to the USA and to the United Nations, that they did not answer, so I wanted to reach the US territory. Requests done from the outside may seem jokes. When one is on the US territory, everything is different. He'd like to know the case, my case. I tell him that it is such a crazy thing that it is better I do not tell him anything. He insists. I summarize my case. He listens. He promises help. He calls functionaries of the “Embassy”. Immediately, he cannot find anybody. It is Saturday afternoon. We wait. I wait there, near the counter of the check-in. He goes to his office to check his computers and to wait answers from the “Embassy”. He is of the Immigration, not of other services, agencies or bureaus. His classification level is limited, specific to his duties and powers. However, he can check my para-visa application. Certainly, also something else. There is a visa or pseudo-visa or para-visa application that citizens or subjects of the countries previously did not need a visa now need to fill on line. It a kind of announcement that in an undetermined (or anyway vague) future one has intention to cross a certain US border at a certain “station” or site. If one changes mind, for example a different location for entering the USA, the application may be rectified. I one finally does not use it, no problem. It is without any costs. It is called Visa Waiver Program (VWP).

When the US Immigration officer comes back the last time, after having finally reached and talked with the US “Embassy” officers, he has a funereal face. He looks at me as at a person will be perhaps dead in a few hours: “...I cannot do anything more! I cannot do anything more! Good luck! Good luck! Eventually, on Monday, you may go to the United Nations in Tokyo...” “To do you what...?!” “Yes, you are right...” I thanks him. He goes away. I remain there, in the transit area of the airport, with the possibility to buy a new ticket for solving is some way that situation.

What happened when the US Immigration officer had reached his “colleagues” of the US “Embassy”? They checked their computers according their level of access to classified information. They found my Interpol file, falsified form the massacre bureaus of Carabinieri and PS. They read the “alarm”, the instructions for the demolition operation. Consequently, they alerted the Italian Embassy in Tokyo, which pretended, from the Japanese, that they “blocked” me immediately, in some way.

Ask Rutelli, your great brother and your ex-leader Francesco Rutelli. He is one of the assholes now giving institutional cover to that demolition operation of the psychotics and criminals of the massacre bureaus of Carabinieri and PS. This kind of dossiers are also on his desk.

It was perhaps around 16:00. Nothing had happened from my side. I was very quiet and amused as usual. In the transit area of a crowded airport as the Tokyo one, there are cameras everywhere. They are my witnesses. As usual, I was absolutely calm and my intention was only to go away from the Tokyo airport, away from Japan. The psychotics and criminals of the Italian Embassy were, as usual in such cases, very agitated and they had pressed the Japanese to act. Just they were sure that the American Immigration officer had gone away, two chaps in plainclothes, a male and a female, of the airport security, approached me, asked my passport and told me that they needed to accompany me in a different area of the airport for giving me back my baggage.

I'll see my passport again only when I'll pass the check-in for leaving Tokyo. I was moved in a blank area, without the possibility to buy a flight ticket and, specifically, in a room they used as a waiting room for de facto only Islamic travellers of different countries they interrogated about the nature of their trips to Tokyo, the nature of their businesses (I listen part of the “interrogatories”; the large majority of this Islamic “suspects” was made of businessmen) and about written or printed materials they had found in their baggage. It was a room of the Japanese Immigration. After a few metres, passed through the Japanese Immigration, through the border, there was the Japanese territory.

During this kidnapping, I was abusively de facto detained, and without passport, by the security of the airport by offices or structures of the Japanese Immigration. The confused orders they received changed according the Japanese government [secret police] functionary was in charge from the other side of the telephone line. They called continuously for instructions.

Time to time, I insisted that I wanted my passport back and that I needed to find a new ticket for leaving the Tokyo airport. They did not answer, or answered that I was not allowed to move freely in the airport, alias I was not allowed to move at all to the transit area of the airport, that I was not allowed to enter Japan, that I ought to call the Italian Embassy, that I must go back to Italy.

Finally, in the late night, they told me that there were no more flights and that the airport ought to close, so all the rooms, offices, etc. needed to be locked . “You have kidnapped me, kept my passport, hampered me from accessing areas where I could buy a flight ticked. And now you tell me that there are not any more flights...” “The airport is closing. Now, we accompany you to an hotel in Tokyo.” “I have no intention to go to any hotel anywhere. I have no intention to cross the border for entering Japan. You are responsible for this situation...” “We must close and lock this room.” “Good, please, no problem.” I sat down, on the floor, outside the “Islamic room” of the Japanese Immigration. “You are not allowed to remain here. We must accompany you to an hotel.” “I do not go to any hotel and I do not want to see any more these two chaps of the airport security. I go nowhere with these two chaps. I go nowhere at all. If I must pass the night somewhere, I want to pass the night in a police station. Please, call the police... ...A police station is the only safe place for me, although I had no intention to cross the border for entering Japan. I want only to have back my passport, to buy a flight ticked and to go away from there. This situation has been created from you, not from me. ...Please, call the press and the TV.” Hysterical crisis of the Japanese: “Why do you want we call journalists?! For doing what?! You want to slander Japan!!!” “No, no, you are the best of the world. I want only to accuse the Italian Embassy and the Americans who had obliged and are obliging you to do what you are doing.”

The Italian Embassy, alias the Italian secret police, had planned something in a Tokyo hotel. Japan is a country at high [Japanese] Mafia (alias “government”/secret_police parallel militias) density. I had the firm intention not to leave the relatively safe airport.

The airport was closing for a few hours. Rooms and offices of the Japanese Immigration were closing. Progressive darkness. I was sitting down, on the floor, a few metres from the “border”, immediately outside the room were I was kept the facto prisoner during the afternoon, the evening and early night or part of the late night. It was perhaps around midnight. About ten immigration officers, the two of the airport security had kidnapped me, and some other de facto link officer between the Japanese “government” (from the other side of the telephone) and me, were in circle around me. All these Japanese were shouting: “You cannot remain here! You cannot remain here! You have to cross the border! Your baggage is from the other side.” Before I was not allowed to go into Japan or to the “shopping” area of the airport for buying a flight ticket. Now, they pretended to oblige me to go inside Japan and to accompany me to an hotel they had decided for me, but at my charge.

No compromise with the butchers.

I was quietly sitting down on the floor or standing up against a wall. Just I closed my eyes for simulating sleeping, they vigorously shook me: “You cannot sleep here! You cannot sleep here! Wake up! Wake up!” And I, smiling amused: “Thank you! Thank you! I rest better if you shake me when I'm sleeping! Thank you again. You are very kind.” ...Japanese in psychological breakdown.

The immigration officers went away. The two chaps, a male and a female, of the airport security remained there with the supplement of different shifts of one agent per shift of a security company providing agents in uniform. They'll pretend the payment of about 400 [four hundreds] Euro, for them, before accompanying me to a flight and giving me back the passport in practice at the door of an aeroplane, so releasing me from that kidnapping, the morning or very early afternoon after.

For the precise sum of the ransom, ask for the copy of the receipts they have. In total, that “Tokyo check-in” will cost me 2'000 Euro. On 30 August 2008, I had left Taiwan with 4'500 Euro. I'll reach Vancouver, on 31 August 2008, with 2'500 Euro (certified from the Canadian Immigration, which “translated” them in $3.500: ...they are written on the ID, a paper, they gave me!), without any voluntary expense in the meanwhile. I do not buy anything in airports. 400 Euro of ransom. An enormous sum for a ticket Tokyo-Taipei-Hong_Kong, since their refusal to buy a ticket only Tokyo-Taipei anyway equally super-expensive, bought from a Japanese “link officer” since they had abusively subtracted my passport and I was kidnapped, so not in condition to reach a counter where to buy a ticket. The “lost” ticket for Seattle. There is no reimbursement or substitution for “discount tickets”, if they make you to lose a flight or if they hamper from “using” your flight.

Sunday 31 August 2008, early morning, just the immigration reopened that surreal de-facto-”Islamic”room, I could move back, from the floor where I had passed the night, to that surreal room. Always kidnapped. In the early morning, perhaps it was around 7:00, Japanese show. First an idiotic tall simple agent of the Japanese Immigration, but in high uniform so that he seemed (but he wasn't) a general, immediately later an idiotic female of the security company, shouted that I would have been certainly arrested and that I should call the Italian Embassy. “You are not allowed to walk around freely in this airport... ...We have received sure information that you are very dangerous. ..You must call the Italian Embassy! You must go back to Italy!” I insisted that they were kidnapping me and that I did not worry about anything and anybody. It was their business and responsibility what they were doing.

Finally, the Japanese “government” sent a chap (one of the staff of the airport, with usual airport employee uniform) charged to buy, for me and with my money, a flight ticket, and to get the payment of the ransom (the payment for the security agents in uniform THEY, NOT me, had arbitrarily called). They gave me back my passport only when I was passing the check-in, not before, for going back to Taipei where the air tickets for whatever place were decidedly cheaper than the apparently (they told me the prices; I was not allowed to buy a ticket by myself) super-expensive Tokyo. This chap, with the “private” security agent in uniform, escorted me until the door of the aeroplane.

Reached Taipei the late afternoon or early evening. There was yet daylight.

What to do, now, in the Taipei airport after the Tokyo experience?

http://scaruffi.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-are-insane-you-are-criminals.html

...Pure a Karadzic, gli yankees avevano garantito l'impunità...

Anche a lui gli USA avevano garantito l'impunità:

"Ti armiamo. Attacchi e distruggi l'Iran. Fai e ti prendi quel che credi."

A quando l'incriminazione presso il Tribunale Penale Internazionale dei vari Napolitano, Letta-Berlusconi, Prodi, Maroni, LaRussa, predecessori, Carabinieri, Ps, Aise, Aisi, Sismi, Sisde, governi, parlamenti e altra teppaglia varia per avere organizzato operazioni di demolizione-omicidio bianchi? La prova?! Eccola: http://scaruffi.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-are-insane-you-are-criminals.html

Chi invece hanno sfasciato non può testimoniare. ...perché se li hanno rinchiusi... ...in un luogo o nell'altro...

...Ci sarebbe pure l'organizzazione di terrorismo e mafie interne e tutta la fase stragista ad essi intrecciata...

http://scaruffi.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-are-insane-you-are-criminals.html

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= er mio "coso" belga o 6'000'000 euro

= 6'000'000'000 euro

= 2'000 condanne a morte in diretta CNN

= passaporto ONU come rifugiato apolide.

http://scaruffi.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-are-insane-you-are-criminals.html

Tribunale Penale Internazionale

Da riformarsi prevedendo le impiccagioni.

Dovrà aprire un carcere psichiatrico quando incriminerà italioti, belgi, cinesi, taiwanesi, etc. dai Presidenti, governi, comandi militari, di servizi, di polizia, fino ai miliziani qualunque.

http://scaruffi.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-are-insane-you-are-criminals.html

Tribunale Penale Internazionale

Da riformarsi prevedendo le impiccagioni.

Dovrà aprire un carcere psichiatrico quando incriminerà italioti, belgi, cinesi, taiwanesi, etc. dai Presidenti, governi, comandi militari, di servizi, di polizia, fino ai miliziani qualunque.

Italy?!

HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!

They cooperate with the worst butchers of the world and the worst butchers of the world cooperate with the Italic secret [military and non-military] police services and “government[s]”.