Me in 2022 or 2023.

I had been crippled for six years.

I think that this was the first time I had been outside the house to look at the garden box.

To walk, I had to lever myself from foot to foot, and hold myself together consciously from my head and neck down to my feet, while squeezing my shoulders and back. It was the penguin walk. Tottering from foot to foot. I hadn't been for a walk down the road for years. I was capable of walking around on perfectly level ground, such as the carpet in my house, but struggled with uneven surfaces (uneven or soft surfaces cause me issues). I was very badly disabled for those six years. I will try to discuss this in more detail later. I had been doing large numbers of mini squats and large quantities of walking, every day, for months. I had been doing large quantities of walking inside my home every day for years (I had a path that I walked, back and forth from one end of the house to the other, again and again, for exercise). Usually while thinking or listening to music. I did a fair bit of walking inside my own home. But I still couldn't walk safely and comfortably outside. There is more discussion to come, and more is available on my main website "howcommunicatetwo.blogspot.com". There is currently a post at the top of the "drop box of garbage v3".

There are also many other photos available on my other website. And I am trying to get more photos from my family.

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I will post some more photos below.

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Above^ back issues due to satellites or cell towers. I didn't understand or realise at the time. Other people in photo are Uncle David, and my brother Matthew.

Below is David Solt at 5 Weka Road, wearing a t-shirt given to him by Natasha, his wife's Russian stepmother (she is a communist from Kazakhstan; white and Russian, not ethnically Kazakh. She has a PhD in psychology, and worked/works in education. She actually worked with Brynn's mother Marsha at "Kapiti skills centre" iirc).

Below, Matthew and I at our father's 50th birthday party at the James Cook Hotel. I was 23 at the time.

Above^ I think this was a birthday dinner at the age of 19 or 20 with Grandma and Grandpa at a Thai Reataurant.

Here I am in 2022. My father nagged me for ages to get me to go outside. It actually takes me 1-2 days to normalise and recover after walking around outside back then. I didn't used to walk around outside back then. It hurts to walk around on uneven ground. My feet have "zero integrity", because my back and hips are so screwed up. They collapse into the floor. They just squish. I had been in the habit of doing 2-300 mini squats every day, as well as pacing many laps from one end of my house to another (I used to walk laps in my home, sometimes for 10-20 minutes, often doing squats as I went. For example, I might do two lengths of the house, followed by 10 mini squats, then followed by two more lengths, followed by two more lengths of the house. In spite of this, I couldn't recover, and I wasn't even well enough to walk down the street. I had to hold myself together with my shoulders and chest and back the whole time. Seriously, for years I was holding myself to gather using my shoulders and chest just to walk around, while penguin walking.

That picture was after 6 years of being deliberately crippled, which I consider to be a quite severe form of torture. Even though the Chinese "frame" it differently. At the time of that photo, I had not showered for seven years.

Above^ Dad and Vivian (his wife). She is from Beijing, and her mother is a party member.

Below is his previous girlfriend, Tomoe Takahashi. They were together from when she was 17 (and an exchange student in high school) until she was about 22 (she did one year's high school in New Zealand as a student with a reputable exchange program, this included a 10 month placement in our house, and then came back after her final year in high school to study law and Chinese at Victoria University. I was her "host brother, and my father was her "host father" and my mother was her "host mother"). She is in her mid thirties in this picture. She is now forty.

Above is a photo of my Grandmother, Grandfather and their eldest son Andrew Foster and his wife Anne. Andrew Foster was on the Wellington City Council for 27 years, mayor for one term (three years) and recently became a member of parliament (nz first), as is the chairman on the transportation select committee. He was also a currency trader, parliamentary researcher for the national party and at one point a school teacher. His biography is on wikipedia.

In their youth, he and my father were best friends.

Above^ My Grandpa, Michael Foster. LSE graduate, Freemason. Long term employee of Shell Oil, and historian.

Below is a photo of Amanda and Jenna. Childhood best friends. I liked Jenna, but she was always Amanda's friends if you know what I mean.

Here I am before the school ball.

I was still fit and healthy at the time.

Photo below taken in Palmerston North, maybe March 2025. I can't actually remember dates though. It is a passport photo, and I look and feel dreadfull. My body is getting screwed up, they're ratcheting up the tension, and I'm exhausted. I'm hardly sleeping and I've had too much sun.

Photo above is what looked like shortly after getting back to 73 Hutt Road, Petone. I can't actually walk very well by that point. 12 may, I think. At least that is what the meta data on the photo tells me.

Aunty Wendy, Paul Solt, Nana Solt, Aunty Monica and Uncle David. That is, Nana and her four children. I liked Aunty Wendy when I was young. She was my favourite Aunty, we were close, and I was fairly fond of her (I loved her, but I hate the word "love" sometimes). I loved my Nana. Uncle David lived with my family for a while, and even worked in my fathers Taupo computer shop, "Kingdom Computers" back in the 90s. I liked him too. I always liked Aunty Monica as well, but never spent enough time with her. She went to Bible School and became a youth pastor, before "burning out". Her husband Tim Tautau who she met at Bible school was a Baptist pastor for a while. See below.

Above, a picture of me at my Nana's house in 2023, shortly after the arrest and night in jail. My back is pretty bad at the time.

Below is a picture of Lily.

Below: Amanda and I at my mothers wedding in Featherston in 2008. They turned up the power of the satellites/cell-towers on that day. My back was visibly stiff in this photo, and my feet hurt as a result. I had no idea what caused it!

Above, Boxing Day or something with my grandparents. About the age of 24 maybe. I had much hair. 

Andrew, Matthew, David, Amanda, Grandma, Jonathan, Mum, Grandpa, Arnold (mum's second husband), Brendan (child), Ella (child), and Anne (used to work consulting for telecommunications companies. And used to very much enjoy schmoozing with foreign diplomats and families as the wife of Wellington's mayor). Children belong to Andy and Anne.

Three Lily photos. DNA test confirms the child is mine, by the way. But she is clearly mine through looking at the photos. But the real issue is that she isn't genetically Amanda's. She is Brynn's though. There is some weird stuff about makeup, changing skin colour in photos. makeup on the child?? Similar skin tone to sunscreen with bronzer? I had (and have) very bad eye sight, and I can't focus my vision very well back then (the things they did to my back, neck and core muscles affect vision very badly). And they have dyed her hair too. And eye brows. I don't currently have all of the photos is used to have on my old phone, to show that they edited photos. They were on my whatsapp. Oh, and Amanda lied about her having "jaundice".

My mother, brother and Lily. They were at Amanda's house. Well, her mother's house.

Below, young and a bit faded. Poor health at the time. Poor health already.

More photos to come!