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It’s the thought that doesn’t count

Keeping poor theories at arms length instead of taking them at their face value.

There’s something about the quiet of rural Bulgaria and 19 shots of Rakia that really makes you think. My main problem with the filmmakers’ theory is where is this person? Someone would have seen this guy by now, or at least caught him in a reflection. I like the ambitious attempt, but thank God I’m here to keep this mission focused. Did you know Bulgarian hotels report you to the passport department upon arrival? Did you know all countries in the EU share a criminal database? Then you may also know that it is extremely illegal to date women from Ukrainian bars. Luckily jail is one of the few places that takes Visa in Bulgaria and I brought my titanium coated camping mat.

If you keep drinking it seems safe.

There’s a very tall, pale man with sword arms staring at me from the shore of the Black Sea. Is Rakia supposed to be bright green?

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Esperanto

One of the things I trained for early on in my career as a collector is the hurdles of living internationally. Language barriers are an obvious problem, especially in the world of hard bargains. Romancing a 3rd world Spanish seller to cut you a deal on that rare tea kettle can be a struggle when some people still refuse to speak English. Hence the reason I learned Esperanto, the renowned international language. I have yet to meet anyone else that speaks it, but I have found that for the most part people have a profound respect for my attempt at international unity. But when things like the below letter get taped to my hostel bunk while I’m sleeping, it really makes me question all that. Seriously people, I’m not Dan Brown. For the love of God use English. I’m pretty sure it’s from the cute Norwegian girl that was in the hostel bar last night, but a small part of me suspects it could be something else entirely. You develop an intuition in this business, and there’s this little voice telling me it could be part of something much bigger.

There is something familiar about this... I've checked everywhere for the Norwegian girl but it appears she took my focus on the mission as indifference.

soldiering on.

Pale men in black suits with big ass red eyes have been trailing me through the desert since I touched down. By “touched down” I mean paid off the border guard in Syria. Initially I tried to take a boat from Cyprus to Iraq, but I wouldn’t recommend this route as it turns out Iraq is not located on the coast of the Mediterranean. The men in the black suits are of course either the men in black referenced in John Keel’s seminal work, or Halburton contractors monitoring my skills for potential recruitment. I lean towards the latter, but I am sort of curious as to why a major corporation only puts sick albinos on security. It’s really a sad day in America when not even special ops for corporate imperialism is merit based.

In other news, haven’t felt a woman’s touch in several years, but apparently my sleeping bag is a wonderful mating ground for other species:

Fortunately the bites numbed the bison attack injuries.

“The Filmmakers” claim they received an anonymous tip about a cache of beta video cassettes with the same digital artifacts as the glitches in the primary hard drive footage, albeit with footage that is part of a completely unrelated story. All I have is GPS coordinates and a brief description of an abandoned palace. Justin says there’s no room in the budget for armored vehicle rental, but claims my $20.00 per diem will allow me to live like a prince. Turns out they use a different currency here but there was no way he could have known that.

Appreciates neither liberation nor $20.00

Buddhism, Communism and other isms

Went to Nakoshi Saki’s place this morning. A little old man handed me this and walked away.

"ashes", I get it.

The “filmmakers” are idiots.

No Viva Croatia!

Just figured out why the Croatian Film Commission is so hard to reach. They’re all dead, no doubt the result of the 3rd world conditions most Europeans live in.

Europe: Young death a way of life.

The “filmmakers” are clearly victims of an elaborate fraud.¬†Off to China to find Nakoshi Saki, owner of the notorious “…fucking hard drive in China”.

Sh*tty Carl and the Zen of Second Hand Salesmanship

Departed The Arctic Circle last night to track down a lead that Aaron found in El Cajon, CA. Apparently there is a direct mention of this guy on one of the primary hard drives. So I get to this dude’s duplex and he’s like, “are you Doug with the rocket launchers?”, and I’m like “I’m Jesse from the e-mail, are you Shitty Carl?”. He got all angry because I guess the only guy that calls him that is that guy Chris from the primary hard drive. He said he doesn’t even re-sell electronics anymore because the stuff Chris sold him was broken. I asked him what was wrong with it and he said the computer and camera hard drives were full of footage of Chris and every time he tried to delete it it would re-appear.


I tried to calm him down by letting him know my credentials as a reputable seller on E-Bay, but apparently this guy lives in the stone age. He only deals to some nearby antique store and second hand sporting goods shops. He then called Chris a “low life tweaker” and tried to get me to tell him Chris’ whereabouts to get his money back. I of course told him that I had no idea, and then gave him all of the “filmmakers” contact details, with the caveat of course that I haven’t seen a penny from these dudes so good luck. I asked him about the AR-16 assault rifle on his coffee table, and then he finally figured out that I’m a kindred spirit. He took me into his garage and even allowed me to snap some pictures of his collection.

Bonding with Carl.

Thanks for a wonderful evening Carl!

Discovering a System: The Arcadian’s Modus Operandi?

The French journal makes reference to code name “The Arcadian”, with these diagrams. The Arcadian is clearly some sort of organization that specializes in preserving antique media. Though when I used Google Translate to decode the French mysterious language, it provided the loose translation “inter-dimensional monster”. Inspired by the diagram below, I suggested to the filmmakers that they call their “documentary” RESOLUTION. They said it was a stupid idea and that I should “just do my job”.