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In August, on my way home from Starbase I was kidnapped by ICE, and I have been locked in El Valle Detention Center in Raymondville, TX ever since.
I need help from my friends please!
I am posting this with the help of a friend. I was forced to withdraw my asylum application by agents, and they are trying to deport me back to Russia, where I will likely be tortured again and possibly killed.
If anyone has any connections or resources or ideas on how to help, please let me know. (My phone is inaccessible right now.) Thank you!!
Bro, do you remember after dad’s death, when you were 15, we watched Supernatural? I’ve traveled across half the country. There really are a lot of monsters here.
The detention staff forced me to withdraw my applications for political asylum, protection from torture, and protection from deportation. #HumanRights #Immigration #Asylum #EndAbuse #StopTorture #DetentionCrisis #JusticeForImmigrants #ElValleDetention #WomensRights #Freedom #realDonaldTrump
The druid woke in the middle of the night.
Moonlight slipped into the room, spreading its cold silver across the floor and walls, outlining the pale figure of the little witch and making her seem even more distant, almost translucent. The distant sound of the ocean broke the brittle quiet, and the warm night breeze played gently with her loose curls.
She stood by the window, looking outward with a thoughtful stillness. In that moment she seemed less like a living girl and more like something fragile and unreal — a vision, a memory, a whisper made of moonlight.
The druid approached her quietly and stood beside her. The wind swept his hair across his face, and she brushed it aside with a soft, instinctive gesture.
“Why?” he asked. His voice carried pain, confusion, and anger all at once, though his eyes — shimmering with held-back tears — softened the sharpness of his words.
“Why are you still here? If I hurt you… why don’t you leave? Why don’t you run from me, if I’m such a monster?”
She answered only with a faint, tender smile. She slid her fingers into his hair for a moment, closing them gently into a fist before letting go and leaving her palm resting against his cheek.
He leaned into her touch almost unconsciously. For a moment he resembled a creature starved for warmth — a silent, grateful animal wishing the moment would never end.
“If a tree bears one rotten apple, does it mean the whole tree has rotted?” she asked softly.
“And did Jesus stop loving Peter after he denied Him? No. He stepped aside and took a step back. That is Agape — the love that forgives betrayal and lets the one you love walk freely.”
She pressed a light kiss to his forehead.
“You cannot brand a person because of one mistake. You cannot allow fear, pain, or confusion to take hold of your soul.”
He placed his hand over hers.
“I have so many questions,” he whispered.
“I don’t have all the answers,” she replied just as quietly. She leaned closer to him, as if wanting only to hear his heartbeat. He inhaled the faint scent of her skin and, for a brief instant, felt a quiet, fragile happiness.
“Enough,” the darkness called to the little witch.
“Let me stay a little longer in his dream…” she whispered. “He is already so far away, and I can come here only with the moonlight…”
Her voice wavered.
“I hurt you too… I never meant to break what we…”
The words dissolved, and she faded into the moonlit air, vanishing as quietly as the little mermaid once dissolved into sea foam.
The room darkened.
“Was she not enough?” came a soft echo, a questioning murmur that made a shiver run across the druid’s skin.
He opened his eyes.
The moon still shone through the window. The same soft breeze moved the curtains. Beside him, an elf — or perhaps a forest spirit, it was impossible to tell in the dimness — slept peacefully. Yet he could still feel the trace of a kiss on his skin, still sense the lingering warmth of her presence and her fragrance.
And his heart filled with a quiet, unbearable longing.
@r_walt88966 I’m in detention. This is a photo from when I was tortured in Russia.
The detention staff forced me to withdraw my applications for political asylum, protection from torture, and protection from deportation. #HumanRights #Immigration #Asylum #EndAbuse #StopTorture #DetentionCrisis #JusticeForImmigrants #ElValleDetention #WomensRights #Freedom #realDonaldTrump
@SenSchumer https://t.co/fvaIWXh3mg
The detention staff forced me to withdraw my applications for political asylum, protection from torture, and protection from deportation. #HumanRights #Immigration #Asylum #EndAbuse #StopTorture #DetentionCrisis #JusticeForImmigrants #ElValleDetention #WomensRights #Freedom #realDonaldTrump
Sergeants and officers at El Valle Detention drive people to suicide — people cut their veins. #HumanRights #Immigration #Asylum #EndAbuse #StopTorture #DetentionCrisis #JusticeForImmigrants #ElValleDetention #WomensRights #Freedom #realDonaldTrump
Sexual harassment is considered normal at El Valle Detention. #HumanRights #Immigration #Asylum #EndAbuse #StopTorture #DetentionCrisis #JusticeForImmigrants #ElValleDetention #WomensRights #Freedom #realDonaldTrump
@julianbarnes @maggieNYT @DevlinBarrett Today, I said that officers cannot touch my belongings without my consent — it’s a federal law (my underwear). Sergeant J. Martinez responded that federal laws don’t apply at El Valle Detention Facility. Long live the king, long live.
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For the past two years, I’ve become so emotionally exhausted. I tried to compensate for my stress with trips, but sometimes I was so overwhelmed that I couldn’t focus on important things. My English isn’t enough… I’m not enough… I give up.
Darkness drew closer to the Little Witch, and it felt as if the entire Universe was holding its breath. Like a living, dense mist, it wrapped the space around them, shifting and shimmering with soft, invisible waves. The Little Witch lifted her gaze—her blue eyes glimmered in the darkness, and diamond tears rolled down from them, like shards of stars falling from the sky. Each tear slipped silently into the abyss, leaving behind a faint silver trail.
Darkness bent down, and for a moment its shape became feminine—a tall silhouette, soft lines, a mysterious crown of shadows. It gently touched the Witch’s cheek with a hand clad in a velvet glove, and the touch smelled of night roses, old silk, and something primordial, ancient.
“Do not be afraid,” said Darkness, its voice scattering in echoes, dissolving into space and time like a bell tolling in an empty valley. “You know, all that is greatest is born in Darkness. I was there at the dawn of the worlds. I was with you when you grew in your mother’s womb. Blind musicians and painters create their masterpieces in the dark, and even the stars are born in the void of space.”
The Little Witch’s tears fell into the emptiness, transforming into tiny fireflies that drifted slowly away, lighting the black depths. She tried to call for help—in the Darkness floated names, faces, events, memories, but each one dissolved into the void, as if the vacuum devoured her voice. It felt like a cry sinking into a dream, leaving only a faint echo.
Darkness ran its hand through her hair, strands of which softly glowed as though they had absorbed the moonlight.
“Breathe,” it said gently. “Those you call to have betrayed you before. Don’t wait for an answer. Don’t. Those who betrayed once will betray again. Those who lied will lie again. Their deceit may be as vast as the ocean, but you are not part of that deceit. You are light.”
Darkness carefully tucked a lock of the Witch’s pale hair behind her ear; its glove slid across her skin, leaving a sensation of warmth, as though the night sky itself had touched her.
“Listen,” it whispered.
And at that moment, Darkness filled with the music of the Universe. At first it was a faint hum, like the breathing of space itself; then came the deep tones of a cello, as profound as the Earth, and rare, crystalline trills of a flute. The Little Witch froze in awe—she felt as though she stood among stars that not only shone but also sang.
“You have never destroyed anything,” Darkness whispered now, its voice like the wind in the treetops. “You have never caused pain. You cannot control the feelings of others. You are not responsible for the castle of lies the Viking built. You are not responsible for the battles of the Pandaren. You did not carve his soul for years. Now is the time to accept and understand who you want to be…”
Within the music voices emerged. They sang of great battles, of Valhalla, of lost heroes. Their sound was like golden threads strung between worlds, weaving straight into the soul.
“Look,” said Darkness, stepping back.
The Little Witch saw she was not alone. All around her, like in mirrors, stood hundreds, thousands of others—not ghosts but people and beings she had known, had forgotten, had loved. They did not give up. They sang one song, but each in their own tongue. Their hands reached out to her. Among them were those who had once walked beside her, who had fought, who had supported her.
“I have been with you from the very first second,” said Darkness. “I chose you out of millions. Stay with me. Stay whole with yourself until the next battle.”
Darkness leaned closer and gently embraced the Little Witch, wrapping her in a velvet cloak that smelled of the night forest, old rain, and the smoke of fires.
“Just a little longer—and you will be reborn,” it whispered. “You do not know the power you already possess.”
Preparing for the last launch of Starship 2
Just got back from medical, everything’s fine—I exhausted everyone there. Feeling a bit tired, want to lie in the bath. Could even make a post here.
Never in my life have I been around so many women, it makes me feel uncomfortable. On the other hand, there’s only one smart woman I can talk with about unpopular psychology and psychiatry, break down my beloved behaviorism into pieces, do comparative analysis, and monitor the current state of people…
Also, there’s the doctor whose brain I constantly “pick,” and I even made some officers cry… The plan to re-educate and enlighten Americans is in action—I’ve unleashed the inner teacher…)))))) Well, I need to entertain myself somehow…
Found one person I can play chess with…
A person who ends up in detention (for example, a Mexican) writes a voluntary deportation request to return to their country (Mexico is just an hour’s drive away). This person is even willing to pay for their own ticket back to Mexico. And what does the government do? It keeps this person in detention for an average of 4–6 months, justifying it by saying there are “no tickets”… This person doesn’t go to court, nothing—he just sits here. Meanwhile, money is allocated for this person.
In the detention center’s online store, they sell food and clothing that the government actually provides for free. And the funniest thing? They tell you they are deporting “dangerous people.” That’s a lie. All women and men wear blue uniforms (which means “safe person”), then there’s orange and red.
I see this as an excellent money-laundering scheme. In other countries, detention centers don’t even exist—people are simply deported.
#tx #MacClaundvil #WashingtonDC #NewYork #WhiteHouse @visitbocsachicabith
P.S. If I don’t write, that means either they killed me or they locked me up alone for telling the truth. )))
How many families need to be separated before this ends!?
Yesterday they brought shoes in a big processed box, and it reminded me of how during #WorldWarII people were stripped naked before entering the gas chambers, and their clothes were given to other #Jews. I wonder—are falsified documents in this country criminally punishable, or are people working for the government considered “saints”? I think the next step is to build gas chambers and arrange a new #Holocaust.
Conversation with my neighbor:
– I’m worried that I’m not working.
– Don’t worry, @Trump and all Americans are working for us :)))
We are not arrested, we are detained… but some people here have been held for more than 1.4 months… even though by law it cannot be more than 6 months. But who in this country cares about laws? As detention staff say, “we have our own laws here…” Looks like they don’t follow federal law in the U.S.
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