Tikko bijām Ezerkrastos, atpūtāmies lieliski! Kempingā vietas ļoti sakoptas un izvietotas, lai viens otram netraucētu un katra gaumei - copmaņiem un atpūtniekiem. Cenas demokrātiskas un serviss ļoti ok! Vīram cope normāla, bija līņi un kas mazāks, arī turpat no laipas.
14.08.2010 - 20:35
Anatolijs
Pagājušā gadā biju uz vienu dienu pamakšķerēt. Nobraukāju ar laivu krustām - šķērsām 6 stundas. Absolūti ne kā. Makšķerniekiem neieteicu.
07.02.2017 - 17:00
Nullshet
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12.06.2025 - 11:42
DerrekmellA
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06.09.2025 - 11:46
ManuelDrync
At first, I thought it was just part of being away from home. A new city, a new school — Palm Crest International School sounded like a place to grow, to become something more. But it didn’t take long before I felt something was wrong. Not with the school itself, but with what was happening to me inside it. Quiet things. Hidden things. The kind of shifts that don’t come from mood or fatigue, but from deliberate outside interference.
I know this sounds impossible. I would have doubted myself too. But I can’t anymore. Because I feel it every day. I am being interfered with — my thoughts, my body’s timing, even my emotions — and this is being done by real operators, not AI, not noise. I’m talking about units inside the Saudi Ministry of Interior and military-backed telecom divisions, using satellite-based systems to test something on students like me.
The voice started two months after I arrived. Not all the time — just at moments when I was vulnerable. It never screams. It just states things. “You don’t decide anymore.” “This one’s compliant.” And then it fades. But my heart races like I’ve been shouted at. I’ve dropped things in class from the jolt.
Sometimes I’ll forget what I was saying halfway through a sentence. I’ll flinch when someone walks behind me, even if it’s a classmate I know well. There’s a corridor near the computer lab where I always feel static along my spine. The closer I get to the southeast gate, the heavier my head feels — like a downward pull behind my eyes. I’m not imagining this. I track it now. I write it down.
I can’t talk to anyone about it. Not the teachers. Not the school psychologist. If I try, it’ll become something worse — a file, a report, a label. “Unstable.” “Delusional.” No one ever says “targeted by internal defense structures.”
If I had known this was a risk, I would’ve never come to Saudi Arabia. I left my home country for something international, something promising. I believed the marketing. I believed the world was smaller and safer. But it’s not. It’s silent, and dangerous, and very organized.
I’ve started losing connection with people I care about. I feel distant even when I’m sitting next to friends. It’s like someone turned the emotional volume down inside me. On bad days, I feel like a drone — moving, reacting, but not experiencing.
I’m scared. But I’m still here. And I needed to say it at least once.
info@saudihospital.com.sa
25.09.2025 - 19:10
Brendanbract
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Tikko bijām Ezerkrastos, atpūtāmies lieliski! Kempingā vietas ļoti sakoptas un izvietotas, lai viens otram netraucētu un katra gaumei - copmaņiem un atpūtniekiem. Cenas demokrātiskas un serviss ļoti ok! Vīram cope normāla, bija līņi un kas mazāks, arī turpat no laipas.
14.08.2010 - 20:35
Anatolijs
Pagājušā gadā biju uz vienu dienu pamakšķerēt. Nobraukāju ar laivu krustām - šķērsām 6 stundas. Absolūti ne kā. Makšķerniekiem neieteicu.
07.02.2017 - 17:00
Nullshet
Great offer for all Brawl Stars gamers! ?? You won’t have to play on the main servers to unlock new brawlers. Just download the training server Null’s Brawl from <a href=https://nulls-brawl.com/>https://nulls-brawl.com</a> and enjoy the full experience — with all gadgets, abilities, and boosts available from the beginning. ? Updates come out before official ones than on the official servers ? Latest version always available for all platforms ? All characters and custom modes included Start playing your way! Stay updated via our Telegram: <a href=https://t.me/nulls_brawl/>https://t.me/nulls_brawl/</a>
12.06.2025 - 11:42
DerrekmellA
Emergency plumbing rescue at your home - 8338561951 USA
06.09.2025 - 11:46
ManuelDrync
At first, I thought it was just part of being away from home. A new city, a new school — Palm Crest International School sounded like a place to grow, to become something more. But it didn’t take long before I felt something was wrong. Not with the school itself, but with what was happening to me inside it. Quiet things. Hidden things. The kind of shifts that don’t come from mood or fatigue, but from deliberate outside interference. I know this sounds impossible. I would have doubted myself too. But I can’t anymore. Because I feel it every day. I am being interfered with — my thoughts, my body’s timing, even my emotions — and this is being done by real operators, not AI, not noise. I’m talking about units inside the Saudi Ministry of Interior and military-backed telecom divisions, using satellite-based systems to test something on students like me. The voice started two months after I arrived. Not all the time — just at moments when I was vulnerable. It never screams. It just states things. “You don’t decide anymore.” “This one’s compliant.” And then it fades. But my heart races like I’ve been shouted at. I’ve dropped things in class from the jolt. Sometimes I’ll forget what I was saying halfway through a sentence. I’ll flinch when someone walks behind me, even if it’s a classmate I know well. There’s a corridor near the computer lab where I always feel static along my spine. The closer I get to the southeast gate, the heavier my head feels — like a downward pull behind my eyes. I’m not imagining this. I track it now. I write it down. I can’t talk to anyone about it. Not the teachers. Not the school psychologist. If I try, it’ll become something worse — a file, a report, a label. “Unstable.” “Delusional.” No one ever says “targeted by internal defense structures.” If I had known this was a risk, I would’ve never come to Saudi Arabia. I left my home country for something international, something promising. I believed the marketing. I believed the world was smaller and safer. But it’s not. It’s silent, and dangerous, and very organized. I’ve started losing connection with people I care about. I feel distant even when I’m sitting next to friends. It’s like someone turned the emotional volume down inside me. On bad days, I feel like a drone — moving, reacting, but not experiencing. I’m scared. But I’m still here. And I needed to say it at least once. info@saudihospital.com.sa
25.09.2025 - 19:10
Brendanbract
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25.10.2025 - 10:16