Experiencing "Tracking" by the microchips (or being tracked by wierdos) in the modern world !

I wonder if other people have experienced being tracked by the phone you carry or any other card with micro chips in it ?

It is a continuous life experience i have had since year 2000 on wards .

Tracking has been the reason why i dont have a mobile phone even if i would like to have one . Another item with tracking is the PC . I had bought a PC in Dubai which i had to throw away because of the parasites which followed me around in it .... later on i discovered it had been recouped and given as a gift to a black person . Another PC i bought had the same issue after i had given it to an american friend to use .... i noticed how she had given it to some one else .... this one too meant that i was followed by some people who seriously wanted the PC and knew i was going to get rid of it .... i threw it into the sea , so that no one who needed it could reach it . A lot of the tracking has made me throw the things i buy ie to get rid of them so that they would not be useful to others. Usually i dont like to throw anything but this kind of game is too much .... in any case the people who get these items should know that the item they are using has been the property of some one who didnt want to give it away but wanted it for their own use.

The same thing happens with shoes .... i got a pair which had men tracking them .... very flirtatious but i really didnt need that sort of thing at all.

if you put tracking everywhere .... what a boring world ... as said by Susanne ; "only the weather is spontaneous " and perhaps not for long.

Comments

Article from "The New York Times" Madagascar and Vanila plantations Photographs and Text by FINBARR O’REILLY AUG. 29, 2018

Comment: I once found a bag near a shopping Mall in Paris .... It looked like a girl owned it because it was full of makeup bits and pieces and there were a lot of cards in it , one of which belonged to a buisness school and this had her name on it. The student was from Madagascar and i was sighing to myself when i called the school and the receptionist wasnt helpful in finding the person i was looking for. I went to the consolate or Embassy one morning , spending money on a Taxi in order to give the bag to a safe person working there. The consolate reminded me of consolates or embassies representing very poor countries ... .... where is all the money and wealth going ? SAMBAVA, Madagascar — Bright moonlight reflected off broad banana leaves, but it was still hard to see the blue twine laced through the undergrowth, a tripwire meant to send the unwary tumbling to the ground. “This is the way the thieves come,” sai...

Abigail Heyman’s Groundbreaking Images of Women’s Lives (from The New Yorker)

Photo Booth Abigail Heyman’s Groundbreaking Images of Women’s Lives By Naomi Fry November 1, 2019 “Houma Teenage Beauty Contest,” 1971. Photographs by Abigail Heyman In a two-page spread featured early on in “ Growing up Female ,” a photography book by Abigail Heyman, from 1974, two black-and-white pictures are laid out side by side. The left-hand photo shows a reflection of a little girl, from the shoulders up, gazing at herself in a bathroom mirror. The child, who is perhaps four or five, with dark, wide-set eyes and a pixie haircut, is separated from her likeness by a counter, whose white-tiled expanse is littered with a variety of beauty products: perfume bottles, creams, and soaps. These quotidian markers of feminine routine are accompanied by an element of fantasy; gazing at herself, the little girl stretches a slinky into a makeshift tiara atop her head. Seemingly mesmerized by her own image, she is captured at the innoce...

My mother's family life in Banglore as children (1930's onwards .... and before the Partitian

Life and opinions of Jahan Namazie/Azim Ali .... written in the summer of 2018 They had this theory that children being small didn't need much food. The choicest food was given to the men, as they were the bread winners so they needed to eat well. The dastarkhan was laid with all the best dishes. The men were served first while the women and children waited patiently till the men finished eating and the leftovers the women and rest of the family ate. Lucky for us we did not practice this in our house. My mother believed men and women were equal and deserved the same opportunities. She made my brothers do house work as well as the girls which was shocking as men had to be waited hand and foot. Men never went into the kitchen or took care of the children. My father had broken the rules, he did the cooking and took care of the children. Every one made fun of him, but he had an excuse as my mother was disabled due to her arthritis and co...

Life and Opinions of an Artist ; "A Time For Dreamers"

Search This Blog