Letters from the Inside, Ira Einhorn, #6 & 7

Ed.: I lost letter 7; I did get to read it through once and it was just more of the same--more narcissistic rambling. Here's my opinion of Einhorn: he's a bore. Really. I don't doubt he is smart and in researching him, he really was friends with some of the 60s and 70s most prominent people. However, his meglomania is exhausting.]

Hi Kelly,

I was underground and mainly out of communication with everyone for 17 years!!! That, death adn fear have taken a deep toll.

But if some were not helping, it would be a lot worse.
When you go underground, you give up everything.
My closest has reconnected, visited, etc. But I was away for two decades, so ... few left unless directly called upon and that is difficult when you are put in a black hole.

You will get my letters. I'm similar to a British Secretary: The mail comes first, but explanations of names are not for these letters as it is trivilal, administrative nonsense: Nichts to worry about. [Ed.: He is referencing my question about why his return address names and prison ID numbers are not his own. He is clearly writing in other inmates' info. on the return addresses in his own hand and that is odd. I need to know why he is doing this and clearly he is doing something very shady of which I want no part. I wrote again after this non-response of his and said while he is making it clear he doesn't want to elaborate, I must know that my letters are getting directly to him and that he isn't sharing them with other inmates. This is probably, by far, the most startling evidence of sociopathic behavior I've seen from a prisoner. Sociopaths use assumed identities all the time; they wear their own name like a hat.]

Bad flus are about. One here, now, is akin to sleeping sickness.
All I use is vitamins and try to get more sleep.

But
You are stressed (because lack of job, your current bad boy, and you don't like the cold) so sleep a little more if you can and take some good multi-vitamins (helps the immune system cope.)

The stress will get worse as t he economy is not improving anytime soon and the general news: Iraq, Iran, Afghan, North Korea, etc. is only going to get worse.

I'm the block clerk so when I bought the papers down this morning, a guy was talking about North Korea and their threatening nuclear war.

The co. had heard de rien.

I went up to chow.

As it was a football morning, I asked a couple of guys about North Korea. Both thought they had won in overtime. Welcome to my America.

Hope you feel better.

If you want serious, difficult in the USA when you are 40, clear the decks of your bad boy: he isn't going to change and you are wasting your time.

I find most americans to have serious characterological (?) defects which prevents them from maintaining any values I wish to have converse with.

I noticed it while abroad.

The women didn't know I was American. Their assumptions made me ill, so I quickly learned to avoid.

Since I've been back, what I noticed has gotten worse. If I win my federal appearl, I'm gone. Europe is a much more sympathetic place, particularly for anyone practising an art.

Europe--in spite of Hitler & Stalin--has managed to retain sme semblance of humanity.

But Western civiilzation, the West, is in great decline.

In the French countryside, I could literally monitor the decline as city ways took over and trust dissolved.

Sad.
Most dont' even know what has been lost, but that is how history functions.

My sagest political friend, an American who lives in the hills above Cannes has been providing me with info. about the decline, since I surfaced---not willingly--in 1997.

We used PGP, so we could talk freely and emailed ---similar to Twitter--very often.

He is from the old LSD crown and lived with his french lady on a catamaran for a number of years until he suffered a disabling injury.

He is a chemist and computer whiz.

I have friend like him all over the world, but must sit silently as they are shocked or frightened.

My going underground freaked a lot of people out and they just can't handle what went on.

From time to time, a book or money arrives in the mail: the wages of guilt.

I had a slew of older prominent friends: many are dead. I only pick up their deaths by reading the Trib. My closest Irish friend---A terrorist leader--suddenly disappeared. It took me two years to confirm his death.

When in Stockholm, even in a place with big windows it got dark by 2:30, so solstice is a blessing.

I was lucky, I had libraries, a novel to work on (on an old amstrad wp: look it up) and a woman I loved to hold and kiss who was a good cook and an entire city to explore.

I like scandies and they like me, so okay.

Get better.

Peace.