Diary of a Marked Man

Translator: Eduardo Freire Canosa
(University of Toronto Alumnus)


The object of this diary is to acquaint the reader with a harassment tactic used on me (the target) by various secret services.

The harassment technique is to insult a target practically everywhere he goes alone: supermarkets, hotels, banks. No overt insulting will take place if the target is accompanied. The insults may be hurled by agents or collaborators directly or surreptitiously with the use of software uploaded to tablets or to cellphones.

The target can also be insulted indoors if the building he is staying at has given the secret service permission to do so, perhaps through intimidation. The secret police or its collaborators may install hidden microphones right in the target's lodgings, adjacent rooms or places nearby.

In tandem with the insults the level of ambient noise may be raised electronically to deprive the target of tranquility during the day and of sleep during the night. A wide gamut of pre-recorded noises of various types may be employed.

I have often wondered, "What would motivate Western special services to behave thus?" The best answer I have come up with is that given the tremendous budget, number of employeers and power of discretion granted to them after September 11, 2001, national special services have become the equivalent of the Praetorian Guard in days of the Ancient Roman Empire. The motivation for persecuting someone can range from a genuine response to a perceived threat to national security to personal whim, prejudice or dislike.

Western special services form a tight fraternity, so they cooperate gladly with one other across national boundaries.

The Diary

Thursday June 11, 2015

I arrived in Toronto on April 9, 2015, aboard an Air Canada flight from Heathrow Airport apparently full of Spanish secret service personnel (Centro Nacional de Inteligencia) who amused themselves with insulting me throughout the flight using voice or tablet.

Upon arrival I went by taxi to a police station in North York where I was told that an insult is not a criminal offence in Canada.

I lodged at The Waterside Inn (apt. 803) for 3 nights. The apartment was artificial-sound-rigged.

I moved to Ports Hotel (apt. 605) located beside The Waterside Inn where I still am today.

Throughout this period whom I suspect to be Spanish, British, Canadian and other national special service personnel have amused themselves with swarming, insulting, defaming and isolating me from my neighbours of Port Credit.

Apt. 605 has also been sound-rigged and many of the tricks that these professionals know have been tried out on me with varying degree of mildness or severity. The one I am being exposed to right now is the replication of sound from Port Street East and from the Bristol Marine grounds across from the apartment. The normal sound is increased and this is probably accomplished by one or more recorders of sound (tablets I suspect) feeding replicating loudspeakers located on the roof above my apartment or in contiguous apartments. In one occasion these loudspeakers were turned on very high and I heard their derogatory message at the intersection of Port Street East and Stavebank Street South.

I have not been charged with any offence, but I am convinced that there is no place in Canada or in Europe where this harassment would not continue to happen.

Sunday June 21, 2015

I suspect that the street sounds are instantaneously recorded and transmitted from the sidewalk to my apartment via one or several tiny devices possibly concealed in one of the bouquets hanging from the decorative fence around the edge of the Bristol Marine facing my apartment. Of course it would be easy enough to alter the number and location of these microphones.

Tuesday June 23, 2015

The amplification of the street-level sound has been raised.

Shortly after midnight there may have been a thundershower (hard to tell); the thunderclaps (real or ficticious) were unusually loud.

Monday July 13, 2015

The amplification of street-level sound has again been raised since a few days ago. It is customary to mingle the amplified sound with either taped or real conversations where I end up being insulted, sometimes in Spanish, sometimes in English. Occasionally the tape of a "barking dog that talks" is mixed in.

I have the suspicion that most of the hotel is booked by various special service personnel who make a show of appearing once in a while, never complain about the noise amplification that I endure or about the water disruptions. I suspect that their real residence time in this hotel is rather short, they make noise when they come in, they are probably quiet as a mouse when they depart shortly afterwards.

Sunday July 26, 2015

The only noticeable change is the increase in the number of insults beamed indoors slightly louder than a whisper, possibly from programmable loudspeakers on the roof or on a balcony of the fifth floor. There is also a curious synchronization between my opening and writing this file and the making of noises perhaps intended to intimidate me, including the sound of a car's horn in the parking lot of the Bristol Marine and the apparent sound of footsteps on the roof. However it is well to remember that since everything has been rigged there well may be just one person in control of this whole show.

Thursday July 30, 2015

Indications are that some special service boss has come back from the summer holidays and is intimidating people to behave in the old ways. Kelly of Ports Hotel Front Desk casually interposed the insult "dick" twice in her conversation with a Filipino cleaning girl in my presence.

I went to sit in J. J. Plaus Park on a bench of the pier that faces J. C. Saddington Park. As usual it was not long before the pier filled up with special service personnel walking past and dropping the "dick" insult occasionally. Ditto for J. J. Plaus Park. These men and women frequent the "Snug Harbour" Restaurant. They come in all colours, ages, shapes, sizes and outward social class. The Japanese women with their innocent faces are in fact among the more vicious. The number of these men and women was lower today, perhaps many have gone away for their summer holiday.

What worries me most is that the stage crew "upstairs" (I use the word "upstairs" cautiously) has reverted to putting words inside my skull at night and this keeps me awake. The sleep deprivation had mercifully stopped some time back, but it may be back in the books.

I intend to return to Spain in 2-3 months. I expect equal or worse treatment there. I recall that there was a young man at a supermarket in Ferrol who thought I had insulted him as he passed me by. One of the girls working in the supermarket rushed to tell me that the young man suffered from schizophrenia. Maybe he did, but I realize now that he too may have been a target of the Spanish secret service. It bears remembering that software and hidden tablets is one way of hurling insults and remaining anonymous.

Sunday August 9, 2015

As expected the intent to deprive me of sleep has intensified. The plethora of sounds has multiple apparent sources: speakers outdoors, the blaring of a car's horn, a motorcycle rider accelerating past, speakers on the roof, in the adjoining apartments (603 and 607) or below mine (possibly 505 or 507) and probably speakers cleverly hidden inside my apartment by hotel staff during my absence. Ports Hotel is a sound stage and I am the unwitting guest. There need only be one disc jockey running the show, but I suspect that there is a round-the-clock rotation of couples, male and female, in what could be 8-hour shifts. They speak English and Spanish fluently.

The verbal abuse outdoors continues unabated, particularly at Linda's No Frills, at the Credit Landing Shopping Centre, on the Waterfront Trail and on the pier facing the J. C. Saddling Park. Young women like to enunciate the insult "dick" in the middle of their conversation as they approach or pass me by; not a pleasant experience.

If I try to have a snooze after my early afternoon meal the silence is broken by hammering, slamming of doors, by motor and machines being turned on at the Bristol Marine (recall the outdoor sound gets amplified) or by snap and knock sounds apparently coming from somebody on the roof—whatever it takes to keep me awake.

There is an Indian (subcontinent) family which made a point of showing up and letting their child slam the front door of their apartment (606, possibly 608) brutally.

"Tenants" on the sixth floor sometimes make a point of letting themselves be seen as I exit or enter my apartment. The synchronization is so evident that it must be deliberate.

I apprehend that there is greater urgency in the special services' actions. Perhaps they weary of Port Credit, they long for the sunny skies of Spain or for the mists of Great Britain, perhaps they fear this diary and how dangerous it may be (for them and for me) once I upload it to my Neocities webpage.

Tuesday August 11, 2015

The car horn gimmick. This gimmick has been used from the start. There are always several cars parked out on the Bristol Marine grounds. Apparently one of them blows its horn in tandem with some activity of mine inside Apartment 605. For example, I get up from my computer seat, the car toots its horn (once or twice). I walk into my bedroom, horn toots. The blowing of the horn can become frantic, e.g. when I sit down to write this diary for instance.

There of course need not be anybody inside the car, the sound of the horn (if it's real) can be triggered remotely. The aim is to let me know that I am being watched constantly. Which is precisely not what a special service would do when tailing a legitimate target.

Friday August 14, 2015

This is not news, but I was reminded of it as I tried unsuccessfully to get a little siesta after my midday meal. The secret service (Spanish, British, American, Canadian) may use two types of virtual noise to harass a target with. One is external, generated via speakers and this may be confused with real noise. The second is "voices in the head" which was first developed by Holosonics and is now relatively old technology,

New Yorker Alison Wilson was walking down Prince Street in SoHo last week when she heard a woman's voice right in her ear asking, "Who's there? Who's there?" She looked around to find no one in her immediate surroundings. Then the voice said, "It's not your imagination." Indeed it isn't. It's an ad for "Paranormal State," a ghost-themed series premiering on A&E this week. The billboard uses technology manufactured by Holosonic that transmits an "audio spotlight" from a rooftop speaker so that the sound is contained within your cranium. The technology, ideal for museums and libraries or environments that require a quiet atmosphere for isolated audio slideshows, has rarely been used on such a scale before. For random passersby and residents who have to walk unwittingly through the area where the voice will penetrate their inner peace, it's another story.

Hear Voices? It May Be an Ad. Advertising Age

The (Spanish?) secret service has tapped my telephone and my Internet line since the month of April, so they like to interfere with the soundtrack of some Youtube videos that I listen to by adding insults, usually in Spanish. They particularly dislike Galician folk songs, the Venezuelan anthem and Soviet or other Communist songs.

Sunday August 16, 2015

The emphasis has for ten days running been on "voices in the head" technology, special service patience must be wearing thin. The #1 insult is the Spanish word for "imbecile." This insult was the trademark of the verbal abuse in Vigo and in A Coruna (Hotel Riazor included). The #2 insult is the Spanish word for "idiot." The third is of course "dick."

The annoying sound of a buzz has also filled the apartment 24 hours/day for several days. The apparent source is a large Hvac machine outside The Waterside Inn on Port Street East.

Looking ahead to my prospective return to Spain it is obvious that the Spanish special service will keep up its harassment, even intensify it, no matter where I choose to reside, and it may be that their British and American partners will continue to lend a hand.

I have counted at least 23 insults during the one hour I sat outdoors today.

Wednesday August 19, 2015

I woke up this morning at 4:30 AM. The Spanish word for "imbecile" was being repeated continuosly by a female voice in one ear at or slightly above whisper level. The source is hard to discern.

Kelly of the Ports Hotel Front Desk staff has once more insulted me on the sly in the presence of an Indian (sub-continent) witness playing dumb.

Thursday August 20, 2015

A strong smell to perfumed bleach pervaded the apartment about 11:00 AM this morning and again at 12:20 PM.

Today marked the first time that I answered back to an insult by the Front Desk staff, again in the presence of an "innocent bystander." Kelly said "dick" behind my back and I retorted, "Imbécil" facing the elevator. My reply came out louder than I expected.

Friday August 21, 2015

A very loud, deliberate slamming of a door around 11:00 PM. I suspect the Indian (sub-continent) family mentioned in the entry for Sunday August 9.

I suspect that the "voices in the head" may actually be broadcast continuously at a frequency tuned to the various frequencies which the brain emits in the process of falling asleep. They are not heard fully awake, they are as one nears sleep.

The first stage of sleep is characterized by theta waves, which are even slower in frequency and greater in amplitude than alpha waves. The difference between relaxation and stage 1 sleep is gradual and subtle. As the sleeper moves to stage 2 sleep theta wave activity continues, interspersed with two unusual wave phenomena. These phenomena, which occur periodically every minute or so, and are defining characteristics of stage 2 sleep, are termed sleep spindles and K complexes (Figure 2). The former is a sudden increase in wave frequency, and the latter is a sudden increase in wave amplitude. Stages 1 and 2 are relatively "light" stages of sleep. In fact, if someone is awoken during one of these stages, he or she will often report no being asleep at all.

During a normal night's sleep a sleeper passes from the theta waves of stage 1 and 2, to the delta waves of stage 3 and 4. Delta waves are the slowest and highest amplitude brain waves. There is no real division between stages 3 and 4 except that, typically, stage 3 is considered delta sleep in which less than 50 percent of the waves are delta waves, and in stage 4 more than 50 percent of the waves are delta waves. Delta sleep is our deepest sleep, the point when our brain waves are least like waking. Consequently, it is most difficult stage in which to wake sleepers, and when they are awakened they are usually sleepy and disoriented. Interestingly, delta sleep is when sleep walking and sleep talking is most likely to occur.

Stages of Sleep. Psychology World

Saturday August 22, 2015

I was watching a Youtube video this evening when an external male voice shouted, "Emigrante de mierda!" (shitty emigrant!) The Internet and the telephone line are tapped (observation of Friday August 14, 2015) so the interference did not surprise me, the message did: the voice and the message belie a young Spaniard born of an upper class family.

Wednesday August 26, 2015

This is not the first time that it happens, I was sitting on a bench of the Waterfront Trail when a young couple showed up speaking Spanish. She wore black trousers and he had reddish yellow hair, they may have been 25 years old. They did not stay or speak to me but moved on. My intuition told me that these were two Spanish special service who manage the rigged sounds I hear in my apartment. Their facial expression was sarcastic, almost gloating, a dare.

At about 11:15 PM a set of super-loud "two knocks on the door." I do not know whether the sound was real or fabricated. If real, the main suspect would naturally be the Indian (sub-continent) family mentioned in the first paragraph of the entry for Friday August 21.

Friday August 28, 2015

This morning the set of "two knocks on the doors" (August 26, 2015) sounded off again although less loudly, which leads me to conclude that the knocks are a recording.

This evening a child out in the hall hurled an insult at the door of my apartment. It is no big surprise, special services are not above using children to insult adults with.

Sunday August 30, 2015

Indications are that the stage crew has wired the noise of an apartment (possibly their own) to the acoustics of my apartment. They seem to be getting a tad desperate.

The car horn gimmick is also a bit more active (recall entry for Sunday July 26 and Tuesday August 11).

Tonight and into early Monday morning the night barrage of noise was the superimposition of (i) a drone as from a motor running in the adjoining apartment, (ii) a sharp, loud bang repeated every 10-15 minutes, and (iii) an "in your ear" monotone of pre-recorded or real conversation interspersed with insults.

Tuesday September 1, 2015

I laid down on the sofa for a short snooze at 2:40 PM in considerable silence. Not more than ten minutes later some machinery or truck outside turned its motor on, someone started slamming a door inside the hotel. Nothing unusual. Inadvertently the malicious noise proves that although the upper floors of the hotel may be booked solid there are no ordinary tenants dwelling in them. When I got up I was surprised to hear the motor of the machinery or the truck being turned off. A faux pas perhaps, maybe deliberate.

Wednesday September 2, 2015

A repeat of the incident reported on the second paragraph of the entry for Thursday, August 20. The "witness" this time was a burly, young black man who may have returned to Apartment 601.

Sunday September 13, 2015

The uttering of whispered and louder-than-a-whisper insults is continuing without much letup day or night.

The hotel is so empty that I was told by hotel staff that it has replaced a 3-ladies cleaning team with just a lady. Nevertheless this afternoon the stage crew has been acting out or playing pre-recorded sounds of people supposedly moving four-wheeled luggage carts in the hall.

Another observation. Long since April or May the floor "crackles" as I walk about. I suspect that this indicates the presence of sensors, their purpose being to give away my location inside the apartment to the "stage crew."

Saturday September 19, 2015

As corroboration of what was said on the Friday August 21 entry, a voice in my right ear interrupted my sleep shortly after midnight (13 hours ago) saying, "Dick, you broke through the F sound (sleep frequency?)!" The stage crew can lodge sounds in either ear.

As corroboration of the Sunday August 9 entry I must say that special services keep engaging in multiple, synchronized appearances of ordinary-looking people. For example there will invariably be someone loitering about, usually with a cellphone in hand, as I head out to Linda's No Frills supermarket across Elizabeth Street. An unusual crowd of "No Frills" customers will have preceded me. Or the hotel's Maintenace staff will show up and perform work as I try to get a little nap (e.g. yesterday afternoon they brough a radio and played it loud). Or they or a taxi cab will be parked by the front door as I return from my morning walk—and the cab driver will drop the word "dick" from inside the cab as I stroll past it—or the hotel staff will shout it if I opt to avoid going through the Front Desk and go up the staircase on the side instead. There are also ordinary-looking people outdoors who synchronize their appearance to be in step with me, slightly ahead or slightly behind me. For example yesterday about noon as I was strolling back to the hotel someone casually got up from a bench on the Waterfront Trail and took the same path I usually do, walking some 20 meters in front of me, the "shepherd" leading me, the sheep. He strolled at my pace without glancing back and turned the corner onto 65 Port Street East. A few seconds later as I did likewise I suddenly heard verbal abuse coming from unseen men on some upper floor of "The Regatta" apartment complex.

As corroboration of the Wednesday August 26 entry this morning I went to take the garbage out and coincidentally a young man wearing headphones comes towards the hotel from the "No Frills" parking lot. He walks into the hotel as I unload the garbage. He is still in the lobby as I come back. His conversation ends as I step into the elevator and he does too. I suspect another dare by a member of the "stage crew." He got off on the fifth floor.

As corroboration of the Sunday July 26 entry the car horn gimmick is in full gear. I can not say whether the honking is real or pre-recorded. Still the idea is to let me know that I am being watched all the time.

Monday September 21, 2015

The tactic employed by the various special services is to insult the target mercilessly, using many agents and collaborators scattered about to create the impression of widespread hostility by seemingly ordinary passersby or workers. This is done when the target is alone. This tactic puts the target in the quandary that if he/she confides what is happening to friends or relatives most of them will probably conclude that the target has a mental problem.

Friday September 25, 2015

I purchased my air fare this morning. Nothing untoward happened at the Expedia Cruiseship center on Lakeshore Road East a short distance west of Hurontario Street. I should be departing Canada late on Monday October 12 bound for Dublin and there catch a connecting flight to Santiago de Compostela where I should arrive Tuesday afternoon (P.S. I did).

Tuesday September 29, 2015

This morning I visited the Liquor Control Board of Ontario store on 200 Lakeshore Road East. I was not insulted in the premises this time, but there was the customary "casual convergence" of several customers as I entered what would normally be an empty store, it being a working day and working hours.

As was already noted on the Sunday August 9 entry this swarming takes place at other locales such as Linda's No Frills on 99 Lakeshore Road East, Credit Landing Shopping Centre on 252 Lakeshore Rd W and even at the Square One Shopping Centre on 100 City Centre Drive in Mississauga.

Friday October 2, 2015

I walked to Brueckner Rhododendron Park this morning. I was sitting alone on one of the benches that face the lake when I heard a young Spanish male voice utter the insult, "Imbécil." I turned my head toward the sound and I saw a charming, senior English-Canadian lady dressed in a red coat walking a bulldog, I didn't see anybody else. She greeted me with a lovely smile and a very friendly "Good morning" as the bulldog put its paws on my bench to sniff it. Let no reader doubt that deceit is the trademark of any special service.

Monday October 5, 2015

Ports Hotel has refused to return my $500 security deposit paid on April 12. The manager and the Front Desk alleged that the deposit was put on hold and released back to my Spanish debit card 15 days after April 12, 2015. However my Spanish bank accounts show no refund.

The noise harassment mentioned in the Saturday September 19 entry continues. This afternoon a maintenance worker showed up with two radios which he plugged in opposite ends of the hall. I asked the fellow, who was on the far end of the hall, to come and please turn off the radio that he had blaring away on the opposite end close to my apartment. He did so.

Wednesday October 7, 2015

I attended and gave a short farewell speech at the Entrepreneurs of Port Credit luncheon meeting in Ten Restaurant.

Wednesday October 12, 2015

This is my flight itinerary: Air Canada 1908 11:10 PM. Arrive at Dublin 10:40 AM (October 13). Connecting flight: Aer Lingus EI742 12:30 PM (October 13). Arrive at Santiago de Compostela 3:35 PM.

I went for a short walk this morning and special service personnel were round and about, making themselves deliberately conspicuous as usual.

I returned to my apartment and as usual a door slammed within 5 minutes. This is another deliberate signal to let me know that I am being stalked. Deliberate too are the bathroom noises piped in by the "stage crew" when I enter the washroom. The washroom also has a "toilet prank" installed since April, i.e. whenever I flush the toilet a male voice seemingly coming from the drain hurls insults. A faux pas today: a female voice followed the male voice to say "dick."


My trip back to Spain provides a convenient break to end the Canadian section of the diary.

I expect a continuation of the harassment on Spanish soil.

Spanish Footnote

Friday April 15, 2016

Ferrol, Spain.

The closing statement above has proven to be accurate indeed. The same pattern of harassment, including the tapping of my telephone and internet lines, has been and is being employed. The harassment is, as it has already been said, complemented with the intimidation of innocent bystanders, neighbours and shopkeepers.

The intelligent reader will understand that the secret police of any country can literally get away with murder because its methods are the product of experience plus scientific and exhaustive tests, its actions are executed coldly, professionally, with the tacit consent of any government of the day always. In every country the ordinary citizen fears the secret police, and well he might, since their expertise is deception and their goal is to break the law and get away with it.