The Haunted Lands, Killings in the name, UNHCR’s True Lies

Where the way cannot extend, the end is emerging and waiting.

I know time is ending. So I speak frankly and directly.

I still remember in April 2021, BBC released a report that revealed how Afghan refugees who fled to Indonesia were abandoned by the UN refugee agency and committed suicide one after another. This report is also a prediction for us who are in the same situation. I don't know how long we can stay in this world, one month or less. When all our efforts for survival had been destroyed, I accepted my fate and tried to live our last days calmly. Sooner or later we all face death, right?

However, this tiny plan comes to be a daydream because our only rights left are insistently taken away by UNHCR. Just as they said, "Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses."

It's so ironic that this organization was founded originally to protect and defend the basic human rights, and "giving life-saving support to populations hit by humanitarian crises" as they said.

I was born in China. My teenage daughter and I are the quietest parts of the world.

A single mother also a dissident who once worked as the senior news editor for a leading newspaper, lost her job by her critical remarks and badly affected her child. My daughter has been migrating around the country since her five, with her jobless mother, looking for a place to stay and making a living by temporary job. This was actually not so frustrating, because along the wandering way life was bestowing different scenery and beauty, which made us love life more deeply.

But things became unbearable in 2019. My parents were worried that our life would be in danger and the whole family would be affected. They all experienced extreme traumatic events after 1949, became fearful and cautious all their lives. These family historical facts, if I still have time, I will write it down.

I had to take my daughter to Thailand several times, in order to avoid harm from the police and the underworld. However, because the Thai government and the UNHCR agency in Thailand are all under the control of the Chinese government, we were unable to apply for asylum and could only flee to more distant South America.

This was the only choice we could make at that time.

We had no money, couldn't apply for asylum in North America or Europe. We could only go to visa-free countries. Also because we had no money, we could only take one step at a time. We planned to stay in the visa-free country for a period of time, looking for opportunities to make a living, try to earn some money, and then decide where to go next. Therefore, a longer-time visa was still very important to us even though in a visa-free country. The only country which could offer this possibility was Ecuador. I applied for immigration by my academic degree and obtained a visa for one and a half years, without having to pay too much.

At the end of 2019, we arrived in Ecuador, and soon the pandemic broke out. We were trapped in Cuenca for more than one year. Because of the lockdown, the worsening security situation and the collapse of the economy, we had no opportunity to find a job to earn a living. The money we planned originally to do some business was forced to pay expensive rent and living.

Our passports and visas also expired soon.

However, the Chinese consulate refused to issue a new passport to me, they didn't explain either. The reason stated on the official website was to reduce unnecessary travel during the pandemic. I had to tell them that we didn't have engough money to stay in Euador anymore, also I needed to send my daughter back to deal with school matters. She had been expelled from school because she couldn't go back to school at the scheduled time. Besides, for safety reason, we had to leave Ecuador as soon as possible. Thanks to the economic collapse, the security situation in this country has deteriorated to the worst level in decades, full of violence and killing. Without a passport, we could only wait to die or eventually live on the streets.

We begged, and prepared for the worst result, then we were advised to apply for travel documents but not passport. After waiting for almost two months in the city where the consulate was located, we got a travel documents which could allow us to buy an air ticket.

We couldn't choose where to go. Due to visa limits and restrictions on routes, the only place for us to go was Morocco, the nearest visa-free country. We planned get there first and then try to apply for UNHCR’s help or return to Asia. In any case, at least we could later stay away from violence.

We bought tickets but were stopped from boarding our flight, again and again. Copa Airlines, which carried the first leg of the journey, repeatly asked us to provide various medical test reports and government permit documents. After we struggled to prepare all the documents hey required, the epidemic suddenly broke out again, the countries lockdown again, and the flights suspended one by one. When the flights restarted, we were still stopped from boarding, because the Copa Airline worried that Morocco would refuse us entry and Ecuador would refuse to repatriate us because we did not have visas.

Therefore, without passports and visas, it means that we never want to leave this place in this life, but also never want to live in this place. Because illegally staying people do not have the right to work, they cannot go to school, use banks, or even use mobile phones. In fact, all rights and opportunities in life will be deprived. That's what the law stipulates.

It's like falling into a transparent grave. Seeing that the outside world is big, but we can't go anywhere. There are always reasons and rules to tie people firmly in the tomb. Don't even try to get out if you break your head, you can only stay inside and wait for death.

In fact, during the endless waiting, I had a foreboding that I would not be able to escape this tomb. But my daughter is still young and shouldn't stay here.

After being stopped from boarding our flight for the last time, I decided to jump off the airport building. I could not do anything for my daughter any more. She would become an orphan. Only an orphan may have the opportunity to get help from UNHCR. This is the rule. But the young girl held my hand tightly. I just couldn't drop her little warm hand.

A young American told us that we could stay in his hotel in Guayaquil to wait for the next flight. But actually we have no next flight. I explained our situation to my kid, It was no longer possible for us to leave in the normal way because we had no more money to buy tickets, and the chance of survival here was very slim. "It's not that we can't live at all, but it won't be a way we can accept."

The only hope left was the help from UNHCR. We had submitted an application for refugee status, but didnot get a reply. I thought that as long as I was alive, we could never get any help from UNHCR . And the child would grow up soon, reach adulthood, and then be abandoned like all adult refugees. "So, I must die. And you have to ask UNHCR for help by yourself."

The little girl wept, "But if you die, UNHCR still ignore me, what should I do by myself?"

I could not answer this question.

This is a poor and chaotic country, full of violence, and most of the violence is against foreigners. No one dare to walk on the street after nightfall. We had been tracked and robbed many times. How could I be sure that UNHCR would really provide the necessary protection to a young girl?

As a matter of fact, many beggars in this city are children. I don't have any chance to exchange my life for a safe environment for my child.

Finally, I had to promise to my child to stay with her, apply for refugee status once more to UNHCR, and wait another two months, because our money left was only enough to support these days. If there would still be no hope, only a dead end waiting for us, we would die together and never leave the other one live alone in fear.

It could only be this way.

In early 2021, We had tried to ask the government and human rights groups for help. I wrote a lot of letters but got no reply. According to the regulations, people must first apply for refugee status from the UNHCR before receiving assistance.

We submitted the application and started another nightmare at the same time.

In Ecuador, if a desperate refugee wants to get help from the UN refugee agency, he must meet the following conditions.

First, he must have money to pay for a computer and internet, and a mobile phone. Because the application can only be submitted online. If he goes directly to the UNHCR office to ask for help, he would be definitely stopped outside the building by lots of guards. The UNHCR do not accept in-person applications.

Second, he must have enough time and money to rent an apartment and wait patiently. It may take months, years, or a lifetime, depending on how much money he has. If he has no more money to coninue waiting, it usually means that he is begging on the streets or starving to death. UNHCR is therefore unable to contact him and his application will be automatically invalidated.

Third, if he is still paying the rent and waiting, it means that he still has money and does not need help. It even means that he may have a lot of money and he is not a refugee at all, he may apply for refugee for ulterior motives. In order to confirm these inferences, his computer and mobile phone should be monitored and spyware should be implanted. his landlord will also be happy to cooperate and earn an extra money.

And then his life will fall into a mess.

He will be frequently unable to access to the Internet because the monitor needs to occupy space and data traffic to censor his information packages. Sometimes in order to facilitate monitoring, they will simply block his internet access, then his contact with the outside world is interrupted, and he cannot study or write. The only thing he can do is sitting in the rental room day after night.

Yes, this is exactly a tomb life would be.

You can't live like this, but you can't find another place to live either. Because every landlord or broker you contact will eventually ask you to provide a job reference and your bank details, and you must sign a contract for more than one year.

However, you are jobless so you can't provide a job reference. Neither could you show them a bank account with large amount of deposits, because you really don't have the money. You have only one or two thousand dollars left in your account. If you show the broker your bank details you would be impossible to sign a contract at all. You might agree to an one-year contract because you want only a room to stay instead of living on the streets, even if that means losing a guarantee deposit. However, this would also be regarded as evidence that you have money.

The preconceived method of investigation is so terrible. Investigators go into this with a conclusion first and then cherry pick the data to fit that conclusion, but not to reach a conclusion by facts and evidence.

Therefore, as the purpose of monitoring is to prove that you have money or a job so you don't need UNHCR’s help, UNHCR will neither provide any help nor stop monitoring until they find evidence that you do not need help. Because this is their job. They need to prove the operation and existence value of this organization.

However, you are not trustable, everything you state is untrustworthy. Even if you show them all your bank accounts, they will suspect that you have several more unreported accounts and insist on rejecting your refugee applications on this ground.

It's the same as strangling.

Therefore, you were not only thrown into hopeless situation under rules and laws made by all the authorities in this chaotic world, but also unable to get the last trace of respect. Your personal data was exposed in full view and subject to endless scrutiny. The camera in apartment building was aimed at you all day, and all the lighting in front of your windows kept on at night just for the convenience of recording. You tiny living space was squeezed to almost zero.

You had to take your child running around in a dangerous city, trying to find a place to hide, to sit down for rest and listen to lessons, even if you two could only live like this for days or hours, and in the end, you found whatever how much effort and planning you had paid , it had all come to nothing.

This experience of doomed efforts - one after another - is an even sadder tale than the familiar stories of decline and flight. Nothing could be crueler and sadder than this in the world.

Finally, with the active participation of UNHCR, you couldn't even rent a tiny pigeon-cage-size room. You had to stay in expensive hotels again. And this, again, corroborated the UNHCR’s inference that you were actually rich. Your poor money left will be spent out faster. One day in the near future, you have to beg on the streets or die, thus UNHCR cannot contact you and your application will be automatically invalidated. But your registered documents will be staying in UNHCR’s database as their work performance. This huge refugee database will be the reason for them to obtain donations from governments and societies of various countries.

Killing in the name of rules is really a manifestation of civilization, Isn't it?

Now talking about a mysterious lady named Yorka, and a bit of weird experience in our last days as well.

On April 6, we officially registered with UNHCR and were told that an interview would be arranged within ten days. But in fact, we have not received any notice until now, no response to our inquired emails either.

Still April 6th, noon. We left the UNHCR office, happily like fools with a slice of hope. Then we stopped at a roadside bakery for lunch. An elderly lady came in later. She seemed to be familiar with the staff of the bakery, and talked loudly with them all the time.

We had to notice her presence.

She was well-dressed, wearing a fashionable sun glasses. The action of taking off the glasses was cool, reminding me of David Caruso in CSI Miami. She turned to us, smiled and asked us in fluent English where we came from, and claimed that she could speak Chinese because she had lived in Hong Kong for many years.

It seemed like a kind encounter, but a little bit unusual because Ecuadorians never say hello to an Asian or Afrian stranger. The only person who said hello to us was an beautiful elderly lady we encountered in Quito historical center, she was walking by us on the roadside and smiling to us - That's why we can remember her till now. Most people in this country never smile even if you smile to them, not like friendly Thai people, they just stare at you with cold even hateful expression. This is a sign of the economic and educational situation of this country, and can explain what we have experienced in this country as well - the people live an unhappy life and show it on their faces. Also they spend lots of time to make others unhappy, but not to make their own lives more happy. They hurt each other - and that 's one of the important reason we are determined to leave.

The elderly lady sat friendly next to us, saying that she now teaches English for a living and has many students, even the staff in the bakery are her students. She said many of her students wanted to learn Chinese, and she was looking for suitable teachers for them. I thought this was why she said hello to us.

Then the lady said she wanted to talk with me about teaching Chinese issue, and treated us to coffee in a cafe she loved. This was very unusual! Because Ecuadorians never treated a stranger to coffee, not even a glass of water, let alone two poor foreigners. But the lady was said to be from Chile, not short of money, and a regular customer of the cafe. In her own words, she was the godmother of this cafe.

In the first two hours, I tried to understand her enthusiasm as an eagerness to find a Chinese teacher. She looked kind and friendly, insisted on helping me find a job teaching Chinese. She even promised to offer my daughter a job of teaching her niece’s two babies to speak Chinese, and then making a lot of money. Sounded attractive, especially for refugees like us. I thought God finally opened his eyes.

However, the direction and content of our conversation became odd later.

The woman named Yorka babbled a lot of her eastern past, with the locations and the characters chaotic, at one moment she was still in Hong Kong and the next second she lived on a small Indonesian island which only God knew. We got dizzy in her words.

While we were dizzy, she would suddenly asked questions such as the reason and purpose of our visit to Ecuador. She repeatedly asked why we came here, why didn't the consulate renew my passport, why didn't Air France give us a refund, and so on. But she didn't seem to believe my explanation, even didn't listen to me.

Whenever I spoke, she was kept busy with her IPAD. Her cell phone was placed in front of me casually, and she occasionally picked it up and took a look, then pretended to make fun to create a relaxed atmosphere. My daughter thought there was something wrong with this lady's brain. But I was really not so sure what brain problem could drive a person to spend an entire afternoon on offering strangers coffee and help. In fact, Ecuadorians never offer free coffee and help, on the contrary, they are used to asking for free aids and despise poverty from the bottom of their hearts.

However, the old lady was Chilean as she said. I still naively thought that she was looking for a Chinese teacher, it seemed that this business could make her a lot of money, until she told me that I should give her my bank account, in order to receive tuition fees and earn money.

I realized at that moment that, this very kind elderly lady might be a swindler or a human trafficker, but more likely an investigator from UNHCR. Also I realized that the cell phone placed in front of me was in a call and recording, while some others were monitoring our talking and instructed her to ask me questions they were interested in.

However, no one with normal intelligence would give his own bank account to a stranger, even though she called you friends and invited you to coffee. But in fact, you didn't know anything about her, or even the pronunciation of her name.

You are also unlikely to tell a stranger why you came to Ecuador, because the reason could not be explained in a few words, and involves complicated national conditions and personal privacy. It is impossible for a foreigner to understand and accept if she knows little about China.

In fact, this elderly woman, who claimed to know Chinese also China, couldn't even understand and accept the reason that I couldn't get a new passport. She thought the consulate should renew my passport, therefore the consulate should have renewed my passport and I should have gotten a new passport, therefore I told a lie.

How can I explain to her that in my country, many local officials would even require people to hand in their passports, which are said should be kept by the government. My father is over eighty years old. He has been a member of the Communist Party of China for half a century, but he cannot hold his own passport according to the policy. He had to hand it over to the government like all retired party members do. Whenever he wants to travel abroad, he has to submit an application for using passport in advance, and go through multiple layers of approval. Sometimes he could pass and sometimes he was just dissuaded. They told him that, he was old and the government worried about his secruity abroad, so forget it!

How could I, on the other hand, make the lady believe that in my country, it’s a political tradition to be sentenced to jail or even to death because of what you have said, and how common it is to keep silence on policies and politics. When I worked as the deputy editor-in-chief of a financial weekly in Shanghai Media Group, I would received dozens of notices from the Municipal Information Office every day on banning certain news, such as banning reports of the death of the president of a public company, in order to avoid affecting stock price; banning reports of suicide of college graduates who were not able to find a job, in order to avoid damaging social stability, etc.

At the beginning of 2020, the death of Dr Li Wenliang revealed China's tight control of speech, but the elderly lady didn't seem to hear about it. She didn't believe writing a few articles could bring a person severely punishment from the authorities. She probably wouldn't believe that a few critical remarks against Yuan Longping, who was honoured as “FATHER OF HYBRID RICE”, would be classified as a crime.

I once criticized Yuan Longping ten years ago. At that time, one of my uncles had just passed away. He had been ranked the toppest expert on hybrid rice in China, also he had been awarded China’s highest official honor, receiving the National Science and Technology Award from the then Chairman Hu Jintao at the New Year's ceremony.

He was Yuan Longping's first-generation student and assistant, followed his tutor throughout his youth to breed rice in the remote areas of Hainan island. When I was in college, he still worked as Yuan's assistant at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences in Mapoling, Changsha, and the lead author of each of his papers would be listed as Yuan Longping. However, Yuan had already been working as the party committee secretary and didn't do any scientific research for many years.

But, in my country, you can't talk about anything like this. If you speak it out, you are considered to spread rumors, you are slandering and discrediting the hero. Because you damaged the altar, affected the stock price, and impaired the imperial wealth of the altar owner and operator.

I'm just an ordinary person, hold only a tiny pen. I speak the truths and bear the cost of paying my life. I don't have the ability to make an conceited elderly lady who lives in an ideal world admit that, most of the time, the world does not go the way it should be. The military should protect the civilians instead of killing them, but the Burmese military has done so. The government should serve the nationals instead of ruling them, but all authoritarian regimes have done so. Copa Airlines should allow us to board the plane, but they just did not.

And we, who obey all the laws,, are deprived all rights and face only a dead end way.

This warm-hearted elderly lady also cold-bloodedly hinted that, we should find a job to support ourselves instead of asking UNHCR for help, "You can do so many things, so you can make a lot of money."

She seemed know nothing about jobless. Actually, people lost their job not because they were lack of skills/abilities, on the controary, most of them were well-educated even professionals, but they were deprived of chance to show off their skills/abilities.

In 1929, many Amerian bankers and engineers lost their job due to Great Depression,they had to work as street vendors, selling fruit and vegetables, or beggars living on streets. However, Acording to lady Yorka's theory, they shouldn't ask for help and they should have jobs and lots of money.

In 1940, nearly 22,000 Polish military officers and intelligentsia were killed and burried in Katyn Forest by the Soviet Union. However, Acording to lady Yorka's theory, they shouldn't be killed and they should have jobs and lots of money.

In 1969, most Chinese intelligentsia were deprived of all rights and sentenced to jail even death without any reasonable reason just because their occupations. However, Acording to lady Yorka's theory, they shouldn't be sentenced and they should have jobs and lots of money.

In 1989, many universities students were killed in BJ.

In 2019, many universities students were killed in HK.

No reasonable reason for their death just beause they were holding peaceful protests. They were all the best and were considered as the future of their country. However, Acording to lady Yorka's theory, they shouldn't be killed and they should be able to make lots of money.

In the end, the saddest thing is that, people who know nothing or pretend to know nothing about human world are handling human rights issue, what a joke!

The elderly lady even didn't know the simple fact that, not every skilled person could surely make money, not every busy person were surely making money. I keep busy working on writing and building my personal website, but it doesn't mean I can make money. Actually, like most of bloggers in this world, I've not earned a signle dollar by writing till now.

In addition, how does the lady think I can do online business on my website ?

I had told her that, because of my Chinese ID, I couldn't use paypal or stripe or any international money receiving/payment system, also because of bank import/export/currency restrictions, I couldn't receive any money via my bank account, I even had no available cell phone - one of my phone was robbed in Quito, another had been bloked by Euador government because they forbidded foreigners using phones not bought in Ecuador, and I had no money to buy a local one.

Thus, if I can do something business, purchase in cash is the only choice !

Thus, it's come to be a ridiculous joke for her guys to spy on my laptop.

However, this elderly lady insisted on promoting her life theory and even educated us like a life tutor that, you were still alive and not raped, so you were luckier than most of the people in the world.

Yes, Maybe, but it doesn't mean we could be so "lucky" forever. If we cannot get our basic human rights back soon, we would definitely run out of money and " good luck" and our lives.

People in power always educate the people whom they rule and deprive in this way, they told the deprived people to thank for a small pie left for them, but not complain they had been deprived of all their food and house. However, this revealed the UNHCR’s attitude towards refugees. They think the deprived humen donnot need any human rights any more, and they just need to keep alive like farm animals. It could even be called a happy life if they are not slaughtered.

A person who hold a mouthful of "should" should actually stay in heaven instead of the chaotic human world.

In the end, I posted a screenshot of Yorka's Whatsapp document here. It was personal information and shouldn't be posted in public. But I did this. And I think it's fair for a person who makes money by stealing and selling other's privacy.

Back to April 6.

The elderl lady sent us back to the apartment, thus she knew where we stayed, and the nightmare began since then. Early the next morning, she sent me a weird greeting message, asking if I was keeping busy with work last night. She also explained that she was bullied by her sister last year and desperately wanted to find a job in China, so she always stayed up all night to keep up with the time in China.

This message confirmed that she got in touch with us for purpose, not by chance. She was investigating us. There was a problem with the lighting in my apartment. If I turned on/off the light in the living room and porch light would be on/off together. For safety reasons, we had to leave the porch light on at night, so the light in the living room was also on at night. The old lady had watched the surveillance video and thought I worked all night.

The question is, who could be so curious about us personal life and have the authority to censor the surveillance video of the apartment building?

And later that day, various terrible bang and boom sounded on the ceiling and walls of our room, seemed somebody was installing something until very late night. From then on, our Internet became extremely slow, most of the time we couldn’t access the Internet at all.

I realized that I could never get a job teaching Chinese from lady Yorka.The fact is, she never mentioned offering me a job anymore, but would occasionally send me a message asking if I was busy at work, insistently trying to get a "Yes" from me, then to fit their conlusion about my job, and then our case could be over.

For a fews days, my daughter and I fell into unspeakable disappointment and sadness. How brutal and evil it is to deceive and exploit a deprived person's desire for survival ! And how dark and ridiculous it is to protect human rights by damaging human rights!

It's something like holding a lifebuoy over the head of a drowning person but keeping it untouchable, just to prove that the drowning person can swim.

Whenever our internet access was blocked, we had to ask the landlord for solution, and this just happened almost everyday. The landlord tried to convince us that it was caused by poor siginal, even if our wifi signal was actualy very strong. Then they attributed the problem to the Internet company, telling us every time that the entire street's Internet was broken, and so on.

In the end, I had to tell the landlord that, the reason we couldn't access the Internet was our laptops were hacked by someone upstairs, because this kind of intrusion could only be carried out in the same local area network. Also I told them, I knew this because I happened to major in computer science. In addition, I had been spied by Chinese police for years, so I had sufficient experience of being monitored and knew most of the monitoring techniques and the consequences.

I knew who the hacker was as well. A self-proclaimed insurance broker lived upstairs, he stayed at home 24 hours a day and never went out to run business. I thought he was actualy a full time hacker or something like this, working for whoever would pay him. Every time after we shut down our laptops, we could hear him pulling his chair and walking away.

Also he frequently knocked the floor and wall to install something, then a new signal amplifier or other device would appear on the network. My room was probably bugged as well, even though we were just two unimportant people.

The insurance broker spent a lot of time repeatedly attacking our laptops in order to determine which one I used. Every time he had completed an attack, the landlord would invite him to help solve our problem, and he would always ask who's laptop had been blocked internet access, mine or my daughter's. Finally, I let him know which one was mine. Then as I expected, all the spying occurred only on my laptop.

If I prevented him from invading, the result was often that he disconnected the entire network of this building. And the explaining was the same, the whole street's internet was broken, the internet company had a problem again. So, the idiot internet company had problems every day, how could they survive till nowadays?

In addition, they hacked my cell phone and kept the Whatsapp camera insistently on whenever I used the phone, and so on. I was shocked by so many rogue methods they used on a refugee applicant.

Yorka and her guys, spent so much money to build stylish office duildings and bought all kind of morden equipments, but not to provide any aid for people in need. They live not only on money which was given by global tax payers, but also on spying on tax payers who had been deprived of all rights. They were supposed to protect human rights, and they should do this. But they didn't.

We were exhausted then had a showdown with the landlord, and he fought back by accusing me of imagining too much, imagining being hacked all the time. "No one has time to spy on your computers every day. Everyone is busy."

He tried a lot to attribute all of this to Chinese police, also he told the police I had mental problems and threated us to moved out right away, metioned nothing about the fact that our laptops lost Internet access every day and my Mac address was always changed into a strange fixed number.

In this way, a search for evidence to prove we have money and job lasted rudely for two months. Nothing was found. Because we have neither money nor job in reality. I couldn't create a work certificate or a large-deposit bank account to help Yorka and her guys to accomplish their task either.

However, I wouldn't pay the rent or waste our time any more to let some others to process the legal ritual to kill us. We had to leave.

After I told the landlord that we would move out within a week, the network suddenly returned to normal. They no longer used electric drill on our ceiling or tapped the wall at night either. However, they began to ruin our efforts of searching another apartment Instead. Thus, every broker would follow UNHCR's instructions, asking us for work certificate and bank account details in an unusually consistent way. And all of this, were imposiable to be carried out by Chinese police.

When I finally understood that, no matter how we tried every effort to search for a house, it would become UNHCR's trap for gathering data, I gave up. I had to pay more money to book an hotel suite late one night, and moved early the next morning.

The remaining money will not support long, but we dare not care. We have no other choice. We dare only stay in a safe place instead of on streets in this dangerous city, even if the next day we have no money at all. Yes, we will die soon. Sooner or later we all face death, right?

But the nightmare doesn't end.

We lived an almost normal life for one week in our new home, before I sent emails to UNHCR headoffice. Then, yesterday once more. It became kinda difficult for our laptops to access internet. On June 4, I just couldn't access internet at all. I thought that was partly by reason of the special date. You see, people in our country were even forbidden to play World of Tanks on this day. Thus I confirmed that my laptop was spyed again by our authorities since we arrived Ecuador. As a matter of fact, whenever I posted some words in Chinese, my laptop would definitely be blocked for internet access, and I knew the reason.

I sent the hotel manager a message for help, and he replied quickly that, this problem just happened after we checked in, the reason might because I worked online and needed to download massive pictures, as well as my daughter's homeschooling.

I was a bit suprised by his reply because, first, we didn't complain about wifi speed before, because the net had worked normaly. As no more other guests during these days, how comes he knew there occurred a problem and this problem just exactly occurred after we checked in ?

Second, how could he know I work online and need to download massive pictures and my daughter's homeschooling? We never talked with him and we just stayed for a few days. Did anybody tell him about all of these? Actually, I had repeatedly told lady Yorka and former landlord why we needed to access internet. It seemed that they had told the manager all of these.

Third, as a hotel manager, shouldn't he apologize first and promise to solve the problem as soon as possible? But no, his first reaction was blaming me as the reason of poor internet access. It seemed that this reply had been prepared in advance, and he would send me these words in case I asked.

And then I recalled that the day before June 4, somebody upstairs was installing or fixing something on the wall and floor, produced a lot of big noise. Later our wifi speed became very slow.

Furthermore, they hacked my laptop and hijacked my mouse cursor, changed my bookmarks, opened tens of browser tabs and made my laptop collapse. They tried to block me from doing anything via this dirty hacking. I think such meaningless hacking would repeatly happen and we have to move again and again until we run out of money, then die. And this is exactly the result lady Yorka and her guys have been waiting for, right?

I once sent a message to Yorka, asking her to stop committing such evil acts. We on’t have what she wants, it’s useless to search. As a result, she prentended to know nothing and claimed that she had done nothing but just curious, also she asked again why we came to Ecuador, a question she asked for a thousand times and we had answered for a thousand times.

She never believed my answer, never tell the truth about her own identity. In the eyes of self-confident UNHCR officials, the information obtained by pretending to be friends is true and reliable. And they never doubted that they could spend half a day and a cup of coffee in exchange for a person's personal information even bank accounts. Are they idiots or do they believe refugee applicants are idiots?

I had to write down all of these and tweeted it, then I was blocked from twitter access even internet access, even my personal website has been hacked. Meanwhile UNhcr Guayaquil sent us an email, notifying us to an interview at Hias.

At Hias, a staff asked me some questions then told me they could give us some economical aid. He looked so empathetic and officially that I trusted him without a doubt. The next day he asked me for my daughter's passport because he didn't register the day before, neither did he register any of our ducuments which he required in the email. However, he promised to offer us economic aid. It was weird.

I was not aware that this was just another scam until later he asked me for my local bank account, which was said for transfering money of economical aid, also he offered another method for me to withdraw money. I told him the latter method would work because I didn't use my local bank card. Then he didn't response at all.

I eventually got to know that, in fact, the Hias interview was also for only one thing, my bank account. They still believed l had a bank account with a big number of deposit, the same thinking as Yorka's, and maybe she insisted on this.

It's a big joke but fataly.

Actually, my last landlord in cuenca helped me to open this bank account because she worked in this bank. Then I deposited tens of dollar to try operations on ATM, and then I was shocked by its fees, whatever I did this bank card would be charged a big fee, after only three inquiry operating my deposit was reduced a lot. It's even much more expensive than using an foreign bank card. I stopped and decided not to use it any more. I just didn't dare to save my money in such a vampire bank. As a matter of fact, most civilians don't trust the local banks, they keep money in their houses.

If they asked me for my bank account detail, I would give them. But they didn't, they just made a scam after another scam to make it like stealing something. It seems like they trust data gained by stealing than anything else.

And the refugees have to waste their life and time to fall into their scams again and again, and fall into disappointment even desperation again and again. The Hias staff is a psychologist, how could he be unaware of this? or maybe he knows only one thing, how to operate a scam and make a refugee trust him?

However, several days later He called me and told me they would give us an code for withdrawing money at ATM, therefore they need my authorization. He sent me a short declaration, which should be part of a contract with Pichincha bank, and asked me to sign acceptation. But he didn't show me the complete contract, and it meant my authorization could also be used on my bank account and let UNHcr do anything with my account.

Yes, another scam for searching my bank account, and the money is still a perfect lure. I replied I accepted and I gave him my bank account as well, because I felt so tired and the whole thing became so stupid and exhausting. UNHCR, they have spent so many time and money and manual labour to design observation stand and watch how the drowning person is finally drowned, and stretch a branch to test if he is still struggling, but they never let him catch the branch.

Anyway, after Hias checked my bank account, they gave us $160 as economic aid in the end.

Also the UNhcr gave me an interview to register again, then gave us six-month visas. But the later interview which was for refugee status has been suspended by the reason of translation problems, it was said to be continued as soon as possible with aid of an chinese translator, also it means endless waiting and cyber-attack again.

The fact is, they wouldn't be likely to admit our refugee status, so they have tried their best to search for evidence to prove to reject our application, even though they had spent three more months and got nothing, and we had to change apartment for three times, and this is going on, we still cannot live without hauntings. meanwhile they attacked my website, modified it and deleted the title of my post. they blocked me from building my website, also they blocked me from tweeting, most of the time I cannot access internet at all.

Actually, they are waiting for my death because only my death can make them believe we are in need and we are not liar or spy.

Actually, we have been dragged into the bottom of a tomb and tied more and more tightly, it was said we shouldn't leave this country within six months, and we are supposed to be able to wait for more maybe endless investigations.

Can we?

And Why we will stay forever living like this and waiting for an impossiable refugee ID?

How many people have been killed by this preconceived method of investigation, ending their lives under double misery and chaos?

This is a world that creates poverty and war. People in power often wage wars for more power and wealth, and earn money by selling weapons. A small part of this money will be used to resettle people who have lost their homes due to the war, as well as lest they flee to other countries. Authorities of poor countries mostly rely on poverty to consolidate their rule. Because poverty can make people bow their heads, also can make them kill for a piece of bread.

Poverty is also the easiest way for the rulers acquire wealth. A large amount of the UN relief funds went into the rulers' personal accounts but not the refugees', and the funding from the Development Bank has not been used to build the country but to build the corruption. This finicial aid has also been used to buy weapons in order to control the citizens more effectively.

In fact, poverty and war are two indispensable themes in this world, and refugees are inevitable products. But few country is willing to accept refugees. Most of them offer some money to build refugee camps, so that the refugees can stay in tents instead of fleeing to all over the world.

However, "Kamala Harris is having a bad week" during her first trip abroad in Central America, right ? As the US vice president, Harris' main goal was to send a message to Central Americans to stop coming to the US southern border, in exchange for large amount of finicial aids from the US.

It seems like she made it. Why not the governments in Central America accept this fantastic offer? In these countries, governments care only two things: corruption and the military. Money can help a good government to build their county better, also it can brace and enlarge an evil regime's evil. The money going into Central America, according to protocol and if possible, would partly be used to build their country, but mostly be used to raise corruption, as well as brace national armed force to control the civilians, restricting their fleeing. Thus, the flow of migration from Central America would never stop but only the escaping for civilians become more difficult.

That's why you cannot simply give money to a corrupted regime to ask them become good and produce less refugee. No, if no refugee, how could they get financial aids?

Actually, I don't think president Biden doesn't know these governments. He knows Mr Xi very well, right?

As matter of fact, a very small number of refugee could be resettled in some wealthy countries. But it is harder than moon landing. Because the applicant should get to that country, or at least to get the border. This means he need to have money to apply for a visa and buy an air ticket. The visa application requires a large amount of money or proof of assets. This is just impossible for those refugees who are struggling to survive. In fact, this is a way only for rich or special refugees to seek asylum. More often, it is a shortcut for the rich to emigrate. They can hire a lawyer who knows this well, then they can occupy a rare and valuable refugee quota.

Refugees who are struggling for survival and really need help, on the contrary, usually have to flee to poor countries. These countries usually produce refugees but not accept refugees. However, they would allow UNHCR to work in their territory, in order to obtain corresponding funds and in exchange for other UN aids. However, UNHCR can hardly resettle a penniless refugee to the country they want to go. In fact, they simply donnot recognize them as refugees at all.

People who struggled their every effort will finialy find they had been deceived, but it's too late. Most of them had to survive like animals, and some die in hopeless situation.

I am not afraid of death. In fact, I have already died many times in this world. I believe death is to go another world, which I creat as an island on my website. We will go there after ending journey in this world, and that's why I'm working so hard to build it. I have to finish my job before time ends, and this could never be understood by lady Yorka, who insistantly believed people work hard for only one thing which was called Money. She really know nothing about life.

Also I believe death is the only way left for us to escape this tomb. No, this is not the world we used to live in. It's a fake one relying on lies, it exists depending on we believe that every lie is true. In this world, lie is truth. And if we begin to doubt, it would break and fall into brutal chaos then ending.

It's weird to watch the world vivid but not responsive, like another tomb. We read the news everyday but, did all of these news really newly happen arround the world? Did Fujimori lose the election yesterday or had she lost it tens of thousands of years ago?

Anyway, it's a world untouchable, true or virtual, but impact us in every way like a true lie. We tell the truth online and were blocked from tweeting. It's the only way for us to speak and get help. My daughter and I are now at the edge of death, but somebody cares only how to block me from telling the truth, meanwhile somebody sent me a message via email, notifying us to meet with UNhCr for "orient visa" issue. However, UNhcr told only when and where to meet in email before, but not the topic of meeting . This email is informal and weird, I concern security if we go to meet them.

By the way, If something happen to us , please kindly tell the world the truth, Thanks a lot!

Time is ending. I'm telling the truth about how and why it is ending, and writing down our memories. This is a dangerous land full of weird things, we may die anytime, anywhere, in anyway. Even in an four star globle brand hotel which was thought to relatively safe, there could emerge a filthy appearance man, who checked in at midnight, draging a huge heavy package which made the corridor tremble. He entered the room next door to us, and fifteen munites later we heard electrial driller screaming in his room, and the wall between trembling due to drilling.

However, the hotel denied they were fixing and the man denied he was drilling. We had to change a room.

The next morning we went for breakfast at the hotel cafe very early, because we should go to the airport. We placed our plates on a table, then to get some beverage. Five minutes later when we went back, we found four cruel-looking men sitting at the table next to us, eating and talking, just like ghosts emerging from underground.

We didn't understand what was happenning. Actually, the cafe was almost empty at that time, there were tens of tables available and our table was in a distant corner. Then I recognized one of them was the man next door.

We were shocked and changed to another table immediately.

This was happening on March 10, the day we went to the airport for the first time and were blocked from boarding.

Till nowadays we still cannot understand what happended in that hotel named Wyndham. We stayed there for two days. The first day a terrible man checked in at late night and talked on his cell phone terribly loud all night, the most weird was he did this in the bathroom, which was seperated from our room by only a thin wooden door. And it sounded like a strange man talked loudly all night in our room.

Then the next day's midnight electric driller. Why people stayed in an expensive hotel to use driller at midnight but not to sleep?

However, we were not so surprise in fact, because we had experienced more weird and dangerous thing since we arrvived in this country. Wherever we went, wherever we stayed, there would always come some terrible ones surrounding and doing all kind of terrible unreasonable things. They did these as if there was no other living person arround, and maybe it was true. As results we have to leave again and again.

In fact, we have never escaped being hunted. Even though we fleed to south America, we were still captured by a so called pandemic, and were tied here by all kinds of laws and rules, and were blocked from all survival possiabilities in the name of laws and rules. I know what it actually means, also I know the reason.

We have maken the longest journey one can make in this world, and this is the terminal. We never regret each step we have walked, and we have been getting to know the world via what we have seen. We know after we die, no one would remember us or write a signle word for us. So I do this by myself. While I am writing I watch and relive every joyful moments, marvel at the beauty of life we have been experiencing and sharing, in the past world.

It's a great feeling, and never want to say Goodbye!