Once we moved to Elm Street, it quickly became apparent that we were still under some form of surveillance. Strange
behavior from people in the neighborhood became a regular occurrence. One man, in particular, stood out: he would
walk in circles around the neighborhood all day, wearing dark sunglasses and a beret. He seemed to selectively engage with certain people while completely ignoring others, adding to the sense that he was there for a specific purpose possibly to watch us or gather information.
Adding to the strangeness, another individual would frequently run in place directly in front of our home. This bizarre
behavior occurred at least 30 times, always in the same spot, as if to deliberately unsettle us. It was as if we were living in
a surreal, distorted reality where the lines between normalcy and the bizarre were constantly blurred.