Friday […] it’s Chris De Burgh. “Lady In Red.. is dancing with me 🎶”. This guy. Maybe you know him? Chris De Burgh. Irish guy.
— Anton to Salisa, July 21st, 2025
He was “active now” on Facebook at around 7.30am this morning when I woke up. Maybe he actually does *care* about me. I wasn’t in a good state of mind yesterday. Actually took a few racy-cum-demure selfies for him in red bra late night probably due to the unmetabolised-three-shots-of-johnny-walker in my bloodstream […]
— Salisa, Journal: July 8th, 2025
Which is why I’m *not* walking in front of a truck (I did also stop by the pier area on my way back from the Red Roses concert near Sanam Luang on Sunday and ideate). When the psychomaniac lunatic is here, I think I’ll in fact “clobber his head in” (lover’s spat, crime-of-passion, totally justifiable to everyone). Then the Russians will come after me. Dead-meat either way but at least it would be *my* choice.
— Salisa, Journal: July 8th, 2025
He mentioned he hadn’t started packing yet for his Germany trip. In about ten days. Then he mentioned how being somewhere was not like being in, say, Phuket for the summer. When he said Phuket, he paused. So did I. I said, “you could come to Phuket if you’d like”. He then pivoted quickly and said he preferred to summer in Europe instead. Then he mentioned the relatives living in Japan – either he thought of visiting them or he had visited them or that they were simply living there. My brain had the tendency to try to block out some of the things he said. The things you could feel were deliberately dropped or framed with motives and agendas behind them. I mentioned the Red Roses concert the coming Sunday – which would be tomorrow. He asked me to repeat the name of the concert and asked, “oh, who’s playing?”. I fell silent and after awhile responded with “I don’t know.” He then said we should be in touch again in a few days.
I recall more. Since finding out about the Russian corporate takeover this Monday, I’ve been connecting more dots. I think Andre beat me to it though. February 2020. At that restaurant in the basement of Silom Complex after I spotted Sebastian, I started spilling to Andre all my ‘crazy’ conspiracy theories. I definitely mentioned this bit to him. My neighborhood coffee shop. Leo Sayer’s More Than I Can Say. Mary Hopkin’s Those Were The Days. Suddenly the obscure 1980s songs on my personal playlist I’d been listening to on loop started playing in the background of Cafeccini. This must be in the later months of 2018. Definitely before Phuket. I then mentioned the nanny cam hacks. The stealth access to my phone. I said my ex was stalking me. Andre then had that look. The figuring stuff out look. That’s what the look was about. He wasn’t warning me about *Sebastian*. He was warning me about *Anton*.
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