Pasta Di Hotel Nino

 

Greens & Veggies
Approximately 1kg of meat
6 Warhol cans of italian, long, tomatoes
Salt, Pepper

 

 

 

 

 

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Cut the greens and veggies into tiny cubes. Roast them with Extra Vergine Olive Oil, and butter, if you like. Then add the meat, do the same. Add tomatoes and spices. Stir. Root Italian food by Giuseppe Micco and his Napoli daddy:

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 Cook any pasta you like for it. 

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I'd like to let you know, that when I saw the flick Plastic Planet (W. Boote) I changed. I was repelling human beings for 3 days, and then it took me more than three months to be able to communicate like normal human beings again. It means, that I felt so belied of being human, that I started to mistrust everybody. I asked myself, "How could it be, that human beings - face to face - speak to each other being honestly by being interested in human life".

Otti Kitzler's notes about poisoning plastic usage problems

My biodaddy and his family always cared for things like this. They cited Hildegard Of Bingen, in the Catholic life, for instance. Plastic was not good to them. They - and me - understood, that undereducated and poor needed to buy such plastic containers, because of money available everyday. My granny Seitz, she always cared for it - for the real thing, the real dishes, the real clothes, the real life - although having been a simple citizen of an age family in Vienna. She was a Catholic having survived two world wars - and therefore was a witness to speak to everybody. Of course, she mistrusted all, because of her wars experience, but The Bible and Catholic Catechism gave her and her sons, as it did for their ancestors, their religion and in the following, real or practical life. In fact and I hope I remember correctly, that sacraments are to be transformed really - as for instance health insurance accords to the Sacrament of annointing the sick. And I live according to my belief.

Which would mean, nearly all human beings are sick of plastic diseases. Let's go against it - against the usage of and therefore resisting energy waste and plastic consumerism. This kind of defense and agreement to buy and use as little plastic as possible can shift what God wanted for us human beings: Life prospering. I loath plastic taste in my mouth. It tastes like very bad and inhuman. Plastic is a poison, indeed, causing severe sicknesses, more than all other drugs bought and sold. It works, and I don't know how to express differently, on nanolevel or smaller. Me, I cannot analyze, but all scientists, who research, are protected from persecution in democracies. I hope, that governments nowadays and in the future will radically change to so - called "organic plastic". For real life, in practice. 

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I remember a time when I was youth, some years ago only. Noble, vibrantly daring, fun, and proud of Asian Khan and Tuareg descent. I don't know how exactly how it goes together, but I am who I am. I liked to visit Move Club each Saturday for 5'o'clock tea to enjoy. When I was around fifteen, I developed an idea remembering my biodaddy Otti's words. I focused on the problem on how to help and support young musicians of African desecent living in this world, who should come to Vienna. Their parents should have been d'accord to pay them holidays and let them stay alone in underage in Vienna, Europe. We simply cared as telling they would live with Otti's children. It was actually a very important topic - being underage or grown - up from 18. Some were over 18, already. They in Move Club cared much for it, because of youth laws. 
 
I had been learning classical guitar for eight years already, I was singing in the school choire in soprano 1, and loved muzak. My concept was to speak with each musician, to realize what he or she could do using their incredible talents, and find modes on how they could get on. This work included to call friends and managers, labels by the help of biodaddy Otti's Jazz musicians connections. It was very nice then to realize, that some highly talented guys came to the club and things worked. Things worked in a way to make them winners in society.
 
Nowadays, I feel relaxed and experienced enough to tell their start - up stories. Maybe I find some old fotos with friends. 
[... to be continued ...]
 
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Terrorist Persecution


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Many years crazy&evil people called terrorists write me email. Some years ago, my website was hacked. It must have been online some days, as soon as I realized, I made a screenshot and reported it to the authorities. Mostly, there was zero reaction, or the statement to pay for all privately. I did not receive any support or money, and had to fight out all alone - on the street, even.  [... to be continued...]

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Onipaa Jaisu Injured In Prison

 

Lucky Eke aka Onipaa Jaisu came to Austria in 2003. He is an extremely talented man, who was very busy in his country of origin, Nigeria. He employed in the arts with Fela Kuti, and used to make music. He fled the country, and seeked asylum in Austria. He reported, that the interviews were hard and that he told everything he was able to remember. The Austrian authorities imprisoned him already for 8 months, when stating, that he would be in Austria illegally some 2 years after his papers were registered. His lawyer Dr. Binder fought for him, until in winter 2013 the Austrian authorites granted residence for European Human Rights Convention, Article 8.

Paper, 3 pages, written in prison, sent to lawyers digitalized on the street. Prof. Catherine Acholonu at U. N. contacted with papers, too. I brought clothes rosary, and silver chain with cross too. Onipaa Jaisu wants me to send the papers to the Austrian public, and Head Of Police. He is in Rossauer Laende 9, 1090 Vienna. They stopped our talk after one hour. Onipaa feels sad to be imprisoned, coz of money. He said, they were beating him, and trampled on his body, after they naked him. The wound looks fresh and red, into the flesh. It was not bleeding when I was there. Onipaa appears sad, intimidated and shocked. As I publish on my website sybil.site, I wrote the media yesterday: ORF, BBC, APA and many others. 

 

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Onipaa Jaisu Imprisoned 2017.1

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"President Mandela was in prison
For twenty add years (eh-eh)
And he leave from the prison
And take the seat of the president (stoned one)"
(Culture - One Stone)
 
Lucky Eke aka Onipaa Jaisu is in prison since August 15th, 2017. 
 
August 15, 2017: He was in a place something like Burggasse, and called, that he would return to the house around 6pm. Before Onipaa wanted me to come there, revoking a small time later. He called to tell me, that he would go out now - from the house - with some other people, coz I was not there. He called in the nite (10:53pm), that he would be in a place he doesn't know. He said in this phone call he is in prison, that they would bring him to Rossauer Laende the next day and that he would have to stay there for 18 days. He didn't tell me the reason commenting it with "a crime is a crime". Onipaa's voice fails. His voice sounds crying, piano, babbling some words.  
 
August 16, 2017; 8:55am: Onipaa calls to tell me shortly, they would bring him to Rossauer Laende. He says, he would need money there. His voice sounds shaking, then a little better when mentioning the money claim. 

 

August 16, 2017: I pack some clothes to bring and hear, why Onipaa is in prison. Additionally, he would have to sign a warranty paper for an appointment with aide woman. I step into this door, and wait what would happen. I introduce myself and ask to help me, they offer to deliver the warranty for signature, and the clothes. At the same time, they copied ID and bank card, which I needed for his money. I claim to see Onipaa and learn the reason, why he would be in prison at Rossauer Laende 9, Vienna 1090. The police officers say, they don't know, and that they wouldn't be informed about it. I object, that there must be a given reason and paper about why he was imprisoned. Onipaa lives in my house, and of course I need to know the reason/accusation. I interpose, that Lucky Eke aka Onipaa Jaisu needs special medication to live refering to Notarzt/emergency medic in the house sunday nite. They inform me then, I could see him Saturday from 12:30pm on, when visitors would be allowed for human beings whose name starts with letter E. He would need shoes and money, the officers say, and that he would be allowed to call anytime. I remember, I ask, if he had an energy cable for the phone. This was not clear, but I thought somebody in that prison would have one.
 
Then I go to old man and tell him. He finds things funny, too. I search for contacts. I realize, I feel worse and think of going to the hospital in reconvalescene time recovering from surgery.
 
August 17, 2017; 5.16pm: Onipaa calls, that he has a problem and babbles to get his medication. Presumably, an officer takes the phone and asks about what kind of medication Onipaa would need. He didn't get medical treatment until this time. I listed it, and send SMS in the following. I noted four previous calls, then. 
 
I contact friends and write a letter with facts like in a memory protocol, send it per EMail double 6:50pm.
 
August 18: Onipaa calls 10:01am for his money. I answer, I was informed, that this aide woman was sick and not there, like the day before. Medic would be there from 2pm, when I could fetch his medicine. 
 
About Onipaa Jaisu
 
Onipaa Jaisu made music with many artists in Prater, Donauinsel and Neue Donau. He employs in music and dance as in his life completely integrated cultural elements. He synthesizes sound, song, rhythm and movement of current sensivities, as well as existing code thousands of years old. He practices dance and singing in private, among his friends or in public. His percussion thrills his audience, as does the lyric in his dance. The oeuvre of his voice and his style move his guests, his friends and listeners emotionally. Onipaa Jaisu sends his surroundings on a visionary journey and connects continents, time and human society in a unique universal ductus of artistic performance. His career as an artist started in West Africa, with Fela Kuti a longer time ago. He stated, his problem in Vienna was and is to find musicians to make music.
 
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Kaiser, Koenig, Edelmann, Buerger, Bauer, Bettelmann

Kaiser, Koenig, Edelmann, Buerger, Bauer, Bettelmann is an old game played when eating together. The less human beings eat together, the higher the rank. The problem behind it is the philosophy. We used to play it when we were small, and all children do. It's not so easy to explain, why the Kaiser directs the participants. In any case, the one, who knows, he or she would finish eating first, is Kaiser and rules the meal. The second finished is king. The third the noble, the fourth bourgeois, the fifth farmer, the sixth the beggar. Some human beings never understand this game. When we were babies, we learned to rule with this game. Of course, the one most ruled is the weakest and defenseless, and loses the game. Interpretations are endless ...

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Onipaa Jaisu Liberation Money Collection

 

Lucky Eke aka Onipaa Jaisu is a resident of Austria since winter 2013, according to EMRK - European Human Rights Convention, Article 8, fought out by Dr. Binder lawyers since 2003. The Asylgerichtshof/ Asylum Court Judgement says due to given reasons he cannot be deported from Austria anymore. Lucky Eke aka Onipaa Jaisu is allowed to live in Austria, Europe by Austrian law. His son is a medic and has no money to coe to Austria. 

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EMails to insurance advisor at durchblicker.at, media, NGO's, lawyers, friends and family (since August 15, 2017)

Letters to Head Of Police in Vienna and Justizpalast/Justice Palace (center of rights speakers): August 22, 2017

Published on Social Networks August 23, 2017

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Left, Onipaa Jaisu's son, Lucky Ahanotu, working as a medic in Afri. 

 

 

 

 

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Nobility works

SybilStreetCredibilityOftentimes, I was asked, why aristos wouldn't be occupied in a proper workplace. Compared to previous centuries fights, it's easy life in the third millenium. People think, that we would get up whenever we would want, have luxury breakfast and do zero all day long, spend a fortune in castles, cars, holliday, food, clothes, whatever. The contrary is true: Yes, getting up in the morning should be easy. Breakfast then. The day is structured by things to do: Having an appointment, going out to meet somebody, representing or having meal to business.

In Austria, people ask me why I wouldn't work, oftenly. Truly, I don't know what they want. I mean, I don't stand around in a place and sell something, I am not so visible while working. I started to understand, why they stare at me, when I sit in a compi place and write. Today, I was at medics place and thought about an old idea my nephew had, he wanted to research about the "Sybil Amber Scheme", or "Das Sybil Amber Komplott". Then, I asked somebody to make some documentation pix for street credibility the people want. I don't know exactly why this should be so, but they seem to place a certain importance to it. It's ok, fotos they can have.

And here, the start of the noble working hands series:

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Problems in life are, for instance, eagles, eagles shit on the window sill, noble appearances with light blond wigs in the gym, sudden guises on the street, threat of life and limb, gardening, Kriminalfalten, perception disturbed people, peonage (body possession forbidden more than a hundred years), and many more. Regular partying, of course.

Blessings

I found this foto so nice, I shot with my small phone cam. Bluegreen light and shimmer is held for emanations of God in many sociocultures. Bluegreen therefore means God. This happened before I converted to Catholicism, somebody did this for me in 2015. Living with John Paul II's, Karoly Wojtyla, blessing since 1980, I am protected. I think, it was Mr. Habsburg, who did this for me, when Montsignore Wilfinger in Paulaner Church spread the word, that I convert to Catholicism. My biodaddy was a Catholic Christian, so being with the Igbo - speaking population, it was a kind of formal step to adjust real life. Family Viktorik trained me in what God gave and gives to them since hundreds of years. Giuseppe Micco helped me, too.Paulanerkirche

This year I prepare for Chrismation.

 

 

YWP

YWP, Yorkshire Wildlife Park is one of the oldest wildlife parks in Europe. Animals from Africa live there since centuries, like lions do. I interjected, these lions would be of Roman origin, because K. Yorkshire said, they were always there. He knows everything about animals, and cares for perfect descriptions on the shields and animal care in the park. He told me about animal life and how they are born, and how exciting it is. They are craving for "an animal without a name" from Western Afri, Biafra. KDot would do all he could for it, to save such an animal - and of course, there should be one for London Zoo, too. A male and a female, at best. They are threatened by terrorism, too. The damage from terrorism in wildlife and plants exceeds billions in this region, which should be protected. And not only the human beings, but also the trees thousands of years old, and the unique animals. I remember, one of these animals sat on my biodaddy's red - white living room table, in Vienna. After they took it away, it died within 24 hours, because of the change of temperature and bad treatment. It has thick fur and it moves like a wave. I was small when that happened before my first schoolday, here is a memory sketch:

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This animal lives in the jungle and leaves identifyable traces on ground floor from walking on its short legs. It is a very dangerous animal, because it has kind of magic powers to take control over human beings. Looking into its eyes can make crazy. It has extremly sharp teeth, its bite is deadly. It moves permanently, until it found its place - it needs a hidden place, covered, protected and very warm. These animals are threatened and haven't been seen for years, and people say, that they found traces on the ground as broad as the body is.

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Guess Who!

Remembering a little event in my parents Otti's and Ingrid's house, I hope perfectly, I felt I would like to share it with the people. Many visited my parents house, respectively my house, of course. I was small, when I found mum kneeling in front of a man on her green - white Nigerian kitchen floor. Ingrid begged him to forgive her, but she would need money for herself and her children. I stood next to her, hand folded in the back, and tried to support her as a little lady to give her strength and firmness in her performance. When I was small, I used to ask intelligent questions and they couldn't stop me from it. I didn't dare to address this man from England with a kind face myself, but questioned in German, "Mum, could you ask him please, if Beefeaters have to stand still even if their clothes are pulled off?" She reacted desperate with a knittered face. In German he answered, "Ingrid, Deine Tochter ist viel intelligenter als Du". All the house was silent. I was to small to realize, why mum cried, and added to comfort her, "Money, honey. Wir brauchen Geld". I looked at her, she was changing her habit, deeply sighing. He protected her with his hand over her head, and said,"Ingrid, ich kann Dir nichts geben", and then some words in English I didn't understand, yet. He said something like, that he would sent some people to give my parents more success. I felt ashamed a little, because mum behaved funny. She stood up then, heavy like a stone and thanked him. This is how I learned ruling, and I was and am very proud of it.

A Tudor in Camillo - Sitte - Gasse

A year ago or so, I visited the old man, a former journalist, to counsel about something. We drank a beer, I ate some fresh Italian Parmiggiano and the next spaghetti event, respectively the cheese sauce, was fixed. I left in the afternoon, and thought about where to meet my friend. As I walked to the tram station next to Gablenzgasse, I raised my head with the feeling there is somebody standing. I looked into his eyes and realized, that Mr. Tudor was looking around as to find out where he would be.

I stood still immediately, of course, and spoke to him to make him feel safe. "Sir, can I help you? Did you loose your way?" He was not very amused to be recognized. After I answered his question on how I would know him - hair and eyes, I asked, where he would want to go and if he wanted to eat something in the old man's house, some Italian food and chat about Italian politics, or so. Mr. Tudor refused, he seemed confused still at the tram station in this little street in Vienna, where people are rude sometimes. "Are they?", he said. I felt worried, at once, that he would have had a brawl, and tried to find out, if I was to call my nephews. I advised him, to visit them in Lower Austria. He didn't know how to go there, but I offered to call some chauffeur services, I would accompany him. He only had his credit card with him, then he decided to continue strolling through Vienna. He went on, as I took the next tram to go shopping. As a perfect tourist advisor, I felt relaxed.

Why are nobles agog on kin?

The reason is, that genetic research shows, we are related to each other through centuries. When I go to medic and wait in the first room, and, I call him Jerzy, sits there and waits, I can see he has my nephews face. He looks like twin, but lives in his book castle in Poland. Central thought here is: Oh, a relative! We could visit him and have a nice time. Kin promises a very nice time, new ideas and topics, and business. Important is learning history, stories, events and finding memes or search old documents, entertainment, comfi dining and playing games. 

iMe on iPage

I never found it easy to find a perfect host for a website. It must be easy to use, well supported and there should be tons of services included. Fees should be clear, as well as features and gimmicks, templates, CMS's and more Inet apps offered. I searched for half a year roughly and I can recommend the iPage service. It is big enough to provide many features like marketplace, marketing services and additional items of interest for a unique online presence. I found myself surfing through offers for hours, I was fascinated how it all works. IPage provides all core and more features to start up and run an online biz and customer care, mailing lists, and whatever it needs to run digital. For newbies it is nice and cheap to try to create a website on intuitive interface with icons, support chat and help section. For experienced Inet afficionados the variety of offers is impressing, their support and assistance manages inquiries within 24 hours, online chat representatives care within minutes for individual and specialized advice on special notice. This is why I love America. Do Your Thang DIY, anything goes, in God we trust, as long as everything else is deductible, controlable and as wise as is possible in a given time.

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Chicken Liver

1 pkg of chicken liver or approximately 250g organic (for 1 person main dish)
1 red onion
1 sour-sweet apple (adds nuances of taste)
butter/oil of choice (organice olive, peanut or sunflower), salt, pepper (pink pepper)

1 Cut the onion little, 2 slice apple. 3 Add some butter or oil into the pan, warm it very hot. Add the onions, fry it golden, then add the liver to roast. 4 Add the apple to all, stir the liver, salt and pepper. 5 Cool all down with shots of white wine. 6 Leave the liver on flame until liquids are reduced small. The all over cooking time should not exceed 5 minutes in the pan.

Serve with the wine used in cooking, white bread and/or lettuce. Some like mushrooms or any other mild veggies with it. 

This liver is very healthy, once a month it helps with all vitamins and ferrum, for instance. Seldom, but for vitamin and mineral push, it is eaten raw when from organic origin. 

 

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