Rok w piekle, czyli o tym co ci się przyda w upadającym społeczeństwie. [ENG]

Data: 18.06.2020 19:44

Autor: radudzik

TLDR potrzebujesz broni, wsparcia grupy i dobrze by było umieć naprawiać rzeczy. O dziwo nie ma słowa o równości, tolerancji i prawach mniejszości.

Many in the precious metals community are eagerly anticipating a complete systemic collapse of the financial system because as “preppers”, they expect to not only survive, but to prosper in a SHTF scenario. We suspect however that the following MUST READ account of surviving the Bosnian war in the midst of a complete collapse of the grid & financial system will be eye-opening in just how difficult it is to survive a full-on Mad Max scenario, even if one has spent years preparing for it.

I am from Bosnia. Between 1992 and 1995, it was hell.

For one year, I lived and survived in a city with 6,000 people without water, electricity, gasoline, medical help, civil defense, distribution service, any kind of traditional service or centralized rule.

Money soon became worthless. We returned to an exchange. For a tin can of tushonka (think Soviet spam), you could have a woman.

Arms, ammunition, candles, lighters, antibiotics, gasoline, batteries and food. We fought for these things like animals.

In these situations, it all changes. Men become monsters.

Strength was in numbers. For a man living alone, getting killed and robbed would be just a matter of time, even if he was armed.

The following is my experience…

Our city was blockaded by the army; and for one year, life in the city turned into total crap. We had no army, no police. We only had armed groups; those armed protected their homes and families.

When it all started, some of us were better prepared. But most of the neighbors’ families had enough food only for a few days. Some had pistols; a few had AK-47s or shotguns.

After a month or two, gangs started operating, destroying everything. Hospitals, for example, turned into slaughterhouses. There was no more police. About 80 percent of the hospital staff were gone. I got lucky. My family at the time was fairly large (15 people in a large house, six pistols, three AKs), and we survived (most of us, at least).

The Americans dropped MREs every 10 days to help blockaded cities. This was never enough. Some — very few — had gardens. It took three months for the first rumors to spread of men dying from hunger and cold. We removed all the doors, the window frames from abandoned houses, ripped up the floors and burned the furniture for heat. Many died from diseases, especially from the water (two from my own family). We drank mostly rainwater, ate pigeons and even rats.

Money soon became worthless. We returned to an exchange. For a tin can of tushonka (think Soviet spam), you could have a woman. (It is hard to speak of it, but it is true.) Most of the women who sold themselves were desperate mothers.

Arms, ammunition, candles, lighters, antibiotics, gasoline, batteries and food. We fought for these things like animals. In these situations, it all changes. Men become monsters. It was disgusting.

Strength was in numbers. A man living alone getting killed and robbed would be just a matter of time, even if he was armed.

Today, me and my family are well-prepared, I am well-armed. I have experience.

It does not matter what will happen: an earthquake, a war, a tsunami, aliens, terrorists, economic collapse, uprising. The important part is that something will happen.

Here’s my experience: You can’t make it on your own. Don’t stay apart from your family; prepare together, choose reliable friends.

1. How to move safely in a city

The city was divided into communities along streets. Our street (15 to 20 homes) had patrols (five armed men every week) to watch for gangs and for our enemies.

All the exchanges occurred in the street. About 5 kilometers away was an entire street for trading, all well-organized; but going there was too dangerous because of the snipers. You could also get robbed by bandits. I only went there twice, when I needed something really rare (list of medicine, mainly antibiotics, of the French original of the texts).

Nobody used automobiles in the city: The streets were blocked by wreckage and by abandoned cars. Gasoline was very expensive. If one needed to go somewhere, that was done at night. Never travel alone or in groups that were too big — always two to three men. All armed, travel swift, in the shadows, cross streets through ruins, not along open streets.

There were many gangs 10 to 15 men strong, some as large as 50 men. But there were also many normal men, like you and me, fathers and grandfathers, who killed and robbed. There were no “good” and “bad” men. Most were in the middle and ready for the worst.

2. What about wood? Your home city is surrounded by woods; why did you burn doors and furniture?

There were not that many woods around the city. It was very beautiful — restaurants, cinemas, schools, even an airport. Every tree in the city and in the city park was cut down for fuel in the first two months.

Without electricity for cooking and heat, we burned anything that burned. Furniture, doors, flooring: That wood burns swiftly. We had no suburbs or suburban farms. The enemy was in the suburbs. We were surrounded. Even in the city you never knew who was the enemy at any given point.

3. What knowledge was useful to you in that period?

To imagine the situation a bit better, you should know it was practically a return to the Stone Age.

For example, I had a container of cooking gas. But I did not use it for heat. That would be too expensive! I attached a nozzle to it I made myself and used to fill lighters. Lighters were precious.

If a man brought an empty lighter, I would fill it; and he would give me a tin of food or a candle.

I was a paramedic. In these conditions, my knowledge was my wealth. Be curious and skilled. In these conditions, the ability to fix things is more valuable than gold.

Items and supplies will inevitably run out, but your skills will keep you fed.

I wish to say this: Learn to fix things, shoes or people.

My neighbor, for example, knew how to make kerosene for lamps. He never went hungry.

4. If you had three months to prepare now, what would you do?

Three months? Run away from the country? (joking)

Today, I know everything can collapse really fast. I have a stockpile of food, hygiene items, batteries — enough to last me for six months.

I live in a very secure flat and own a home with a shelter in a village 5 kilometers away. Another six-month supply there, too. That’s a small village; most people there are well-prepared. The war had taught them.

I have four weapons and 2,000 rounds for each.

I have a garden and have learned gardening. Also, I have a good instinct. You know, when everyone around you keeps telling you it’ll all be fine, but I know it will all collapse.

I have strength to do what I need to protect my family. Because when it all collapses, you must be ready to do “bad” things to keep your children alive and protect your family.

Surviving on your own is practically impossible. (That’s what I think.) Even you’re armed and ready, if you’re alone, you’ll die. I have seen that happen many times.

Families and groups, well-prepared, with skills and knowledge in various fields: That’s much better.

5. What should you stockpile?

That depends. If you plan to live by theft, all you need is weapons and ammo. Lots of ammo.

If not, more food, hygiene items, batteries, accumulators, little trading items (knives, lighters, flints, soap). Also, alcohol of a type that keeps well. The cheapest whiskey is a good trading item.

Many people died from insufficient hygiene. You’ll need simple items in great amounts. For example, garbage bags. Lots of them. And toilet papers. Non-reusable dishes and cups: You’ll need lots of them. I know that because we didn’t have any at all.

As for me, a supply of hygiene items is perhaps more important than food. You can shoot a pigeon. You can find a plant to eat. You can’t find or shoot any disinfectant.

Disinfectant, detergents, bleach, soap, gloves, masks.

First aid skills, washing wounds and burns. Perhaps you will find a doctor and will not be able to pay him.

Learn to use antibiotics. It’s good to have a stockpile of them.

You should choose the simplest weapons. I carry a Glock .45. I like it, but it’s a rare gun here. So I have two TT pistols, too. (Everyone has them and ammo is common.)

I don’t like Kalashnikov’s, but again, same story. Everyone has them; so do I.

You must own small, unnoticeable items. For example, a generator is good, but 1,000 BIC lighters are better. A generator will attract attention if there’s any trouble, but 1,000 lighters are compact, cheap and can always be traded.

We usually collected rainwater into four large barrels and then boiled it. There was a small river, but the water in it became very dirty very fast.

It’s also important to have containers for water: barrels and buckets.

6. Were gold and silver useful?

Yes. I personally traded all the gold coins in the house for ammunition.

Sometimes, we got our hands on money: dollars and Deutschmarks. We bought some things for them, but this was rare and prices were astronomical. For example, a can of beans cost $30 to $40. The local money quickly became worthless. Everything we needed we traded for through barter.

7. Was salt expensive?

Yes, but coffee and cigarettes were even more expensive. I had lots of alcohol and traded it without problems. Alcohol consumption grew over 10 times as compared to peacetime. Perhaps today, it’s more useful to keep a stock of cigarettes, lighters and batteries. They take up less space.

At this time, I was not a survivalist. We had no time to prepare — several days before the shit hit the fan. The politicians kept repeating over the TV that everything was going according to plan, there’s no reason to be concerned. When the sky fell on our heads, we took what we could.

8. Was it difficult to purchase firearms? What did you trade for arms and ammunition?

After the war, we had guns in every house. The police confiscated lots of guns at the beginning of the war. But most of them we hid. Now I have one legal gun that I have a license for. Under the law, that’s called a temporary collection. If there is unrest, the government will seize all the registered guns. Never forget that.

You know, there are many people who have one legal gun, but also illegal guns if that one gets seized. If you have good trade goods, you might be able to get a gun in a tough situation. But remember, the most difficult time is the first days, and perhaps you won’t have enough time to find a weapon to protect your family. To be disarmed in a time of chaos and panic is a bad idea.

In my case, there was a man who needed a car battery for his radio. He had shotguns. I traded the accumulator for both of them. Sometimes, I traded ammunition for food, and a few weeks later traded food for ammunition. Never did the trade at home, never in great amounts.

Few people knew how much and what I keep at home.

The most important thing is to keep as many things as possible in terms of space and money. Eventually, you’ll understand what is more valuable.

Correction: I’ll always value weapons and ammunition the most. Second? Maybe gas masks and filters.

9. What about security?

Our defenses were very primitive. Again, we weren’t ready, and we used what we could. The windows were shattered, and the roofs in a horrible state after the bombings. The windows were blocked — some with sandbags, others with rocks.

I blocked the fence gate with wreckage and garbage, and used a ladder to get across the wall. When I came home, I asked someone inside to pass over the ladder. We had a fellow on our street that completely barricaded himself in his house. He broke a hole in the wall, creating a passage for himself into the ruins of the neighbor’s house — a sort of secret entrance.

Maybe this would seem strange, but the most protected houses were looted and destroyed first. In my area of the city, there were beautiful houses with walls, dogs, alarms and barred windows. People attacked them first. Some held out; others didn’t. It all depended how many hands and guns they had inside.

I think defense is very important, but it must be carried out unobtrusively. If you are in a city and SHTF comes, you need a simple, non-flashy place, with lots of guns and ammo.

How much ammo? As much as possible.

Make your house as unattractive as you can.

Right now, I own a steel door, but that’s just against the first wave of chaos. After that passes, I will leave the city to rejoin a larger group of people, my friends and family.

There were some situations during the war. There’s no need for details, but we always had superior firepower and a brick wall on our side.

We also constantly kept someone watching the streets. Quality organization is paramount in case of gang attacks.

Shooting was constantly heard in the city.

Our perimeter was defended primitively. All the exits were barricaded and had little firing slits. Inside we had at least five family members ready for battle at any time and one man in the street, hidden in a shelter.

We stayed home through the day to avoid sniper fire.

At first, the weak perish. Then, the rest fight.

During the day, the streets were practically empty due to sniper fire. Defenses were oriented toward short-range combat alone. Many died if they went out to gather information, for example. It’s important to remember we had no information, no radio, no TV — only rumors and nothing else.

There was no organized army; every man fought. We had no choice. Everybody was armed, ready to defend themselves.

You should not wear quality items in the city; someone will murder you and take them. Don’t even carry a “pretty” long arm, it will attract attention.

Let me tell you something: If SHTF starts tomorrow, I’ll be humble. I’ll look like everyone else. Desperate, fearful. Maybe I’ll even shout and cry a little bit.

Pretty clothing is excluded altogether. I will not go out in my new tactical outfit to shout: “I have come! You’re doomed, bad guys!” No, I’ll stay aside, well-armed, well-prepared, waiting and evaluating my possibilities, with my best friend or brother.

Super-defenses, super-guns are meaningless. If people think they should steal your things, that you’re profitable, they will. It’s only a question of time and the amount of guns and hands.

10. How was the situation with toilets?

We used shovels and a patch of earth near the house. Does it seem dirty? It was. We washed with rainwater or in the river, but most of the time the latter was too dangerous. We had no toilet paper; and if we had any, I would have traded it away.

It was a “dirty” business.

Let me give you a piece of advice: You need guns and ammo first — and second, everything else. Literally everything! All depends on the space and money you have.

If you forget something, there will always be someone to trade with for it. But if you forget weapons and ammo, there will be no access to trading for you.

I don’t think big families are extra mouths. Big families means both more guns and strength — and from there, everyone prepares on his own.

11. How did people treat the sick and the injured?

Most injuries were from gunfire. Without a specialist and without equipment, if an injured man found a doctor somewhere, he had about a 30 percent chance of survival.

It ain’t the movie. People died. Many died from infections of superficial wounds. I had antibiotics for three to four uses — for the family, of course.

People died foolishly quite often. Simple diarrhea will kill you in a few days without medicine, with limited amounts of water.

There were many skin diseases and food poisonings… nothing to it.

Many used local plants and pure alcohol — enough for the short-term, but useless in the long term.

Hygiene is very important, as well as having as much medicine as possible — especially antibiotics.

#wspomnienia #survival #wojna

Data: 07.05.2020 17:52

Autor: aborygo

TOP 5 muzyków / zespołów, które NIE WPŁYNĘŁY na moje gusta muzyczne. 3/5 – zespół AIR MAYDAY. #muzykabezwplywu

Kapela, którą od samego początku miałem za średniaka, zrobiła w latach 80-tych i 90-tych dla heavy metalu to co umpa-metal (vide Korpiklaani) zrobił dla fińskiego ciężkiego grania, czyli uczynił je popularnym. Nagle, nie wiadomo skąd, wyroiła się cała masa pozerów w koszulkach i bluzach AIR MAYDAY. Mówili o AIR MAYDAY i tylko o nich. Byli wszędzie, na każdej rokotece, korytarzu szkolnym, czy w parku na winie. Jakakolwiek próba pogadania o innych kapelach, stylach i płytach była na nic, zawsze się musiało skończyć na jebanym AIR MAYDAY. BO TO NAJLEPSZA KAPELA i NIE MA LEPSZYCH! Lubili jeszcze czarny album Metaliki i to że Kurt Kombajn zdążył nagrać Smells Like Teen Spirit zanim został martwym. Na tym koniec. Serio, już wolałem obszczanych pancurów albo zgarbione grandżówy z nekrologiem na piersi. Kiedy, jako prawdziwie walczący o swoją tożsamość fan metalu, niszczyłem stopy w opinaczach i przegrzewałem jajca w wojskowym moro, to ci posuwali w białych adidasach i odprasowanych niebieskich dżinsach fraternizując, że łączą nas czarne koszulki. No kurła nie! Ten fajansiarski kościotrup nie miał nawet startu do grafiki z pierwszej płyty Sabbathów, czy kozackiego Indianina z Roots. Najlepsze jednak było zapuszczanie włosów. Kto zapuszczał na przełomie podstawówki i licbazy wie, że było to odważne i trudne posunięcie, niczym gejowski coming out w czasie rządów III Rzeszy. Większość ze skokowo powiększającej się wtedy fanbazy AIR MAYDAY podcinała je jak tylko zaczynały wystawać za ucho. Niby chcieli pokazać, że zapuszczają ale jak matka huknęła to znów było trzeba się podciąć "na grzybka". No beka straszna była przez tę klęskę pozerskiego urodzaju.

Ale co z muzyką? Moim zdaniem Running Wild, czy Ron James Dio zjadają MAYDAYów na śniadanie. Zresztą nawet Van Halen, przy całej swojej krindżowości wydawał mi się bardziej ciekawy muzycznie.

Do tej pory najciekawszym wydawnictwem AIR MAYDAY pozostaje dla mnie piwerko pod ich brandem, na które w UK bywają całkiem dobre promocje. Polecam!

#muzka #ironmaiden #heheszki #wspomnienia #muzykabezwplywu

Antoni Kępiński – Rzadki przykład człowieka

Data: 26.11.2019 11:48

Autor: FiligranowyGucio

"Symboliczne jest to, gdzie w klinice psychiatrii znajdował się gabinet Kępińskiego, w którym przyjmował pacjentów. To były podziemia, piwnice. Przez okno w gabinecie widać było tylko nogi przechodniów. Zajął pokój z grubymi, pancernymi drzwiami, z otworem do podawania posiłków, w którym za czasów austriackich przetrzymywano tych najciężej chorych, najbardziej agresywnych. (…) Zaczynał proces zdrowienia w miejscu, które było symbolem upodlenia tego pacjenta. (…)

Kochany, szanowany i podziwiany przez pacjentów. To z ich wspomnień dowiadujemy się najistotniejszych prawd: „otwierały się drzwi, pacjent wchodził, Kępiński mówił: cieszę się, że cię widzę; dobrze, że przyszłaś. Był bardzo serdeczny”. „Miałem szczęście być jego pacjentem przez kilka lat. Nie waham się użyć określenia „szczęście”, choć do jego gabinetu sprowadziła mnie choroba, a więc cierpienie… Był równorzędnym partnerem tych „podróży w głąb mojej duszy”. Ja czułem się jego przewodnikiem, bo to było moje wnętrze, nie jego. Poruszaliśmy się, jak by to była wyprawa grotołazów do niezbadanego, podziemnego labiryntu. Ja szedłem pierwszy i mówiłem, co widzę. Jednocześnie czułem się asekurowany przez postępującego za mną krok za krokiem profesora”.

#psychologia #terapia #zdrowie #ludzie #wspomnienia

Data: 03.11.2019 08:56

Autor: Widar

Wspominając dobrego chłopaka Kosmitologa- brakuje mi go mimo że wierzący jestem:

"Synek, prawdziwy Ogień i Moc to jest we Kosmosie- taki Prom kosmiczny to jest planetarnie przykładowo jak Lew Król Dźungli! Ty wiesz ile taki Prom na orbitę może wynieść!!! … Teraz to już takich nie robią :("

– na uspokojenie przegląda Almanach Rakiet i randomowe zdjęcia jakichś gównogalaktyk ze strony NASA

#lurker #kosmologia #wspomnienia

Data: 20.08.2019 20:49

Autor: Ijon_Tichy

Kiedyś z ciekawości poszedłem do teatru nowoczesnego, choć całkowicie daleko mi do takiej zdezintegrowanej estetyki i kiczu. Obejrzałem i nie musiałem natychmiast wykrzyczeć tym aktorom, że nie podoba mi się to co robią, że to kicz i banał. Poznałem, zrozumiałem i odszedłem.

Innym razem, będąc na spacerze z kolegą na studiach, przechodziłem we wsi obok jakiejś kaplicy i usłyszeliśmy śpiew. Z ciekawości weszliśmy do środka i okazało się że starsze panie ze wsi zebrały się na kółko różańcowe. Jest mi to całkowicie obce i nie kupuję tej katolickiej praktyki i formy, ale z szacunkiem usiadłem i przez jakiś czas obserwowałem, żeby poznać czyjś świat, kogoś rzeczywistość. I wcale nie czułem potrzeby wykrzyczeć im, że to dewocja, zabobon i w ogóle nie kupuję tego.

Można? Można.

W ten sposób "zasmakowałem" bardzo różnorodne światopoglądy, czyjeś sposoby rozumienia świata. Gdybym podchodził z uprzedzeniem, to nigdy bym nie zrozumiał, o co tym ludziom chodzi i trwałbym w takim narcystycznym przekonaniu o własnej nieomylności. Dzięki takiej postawie – obserwacji uczestniczącej, szacunku i szczerości – miałem możliwość poczuć świat czyimś spojrzeniem i uszanować je, nawet jeśli się nie czułem komfortowo w innej rzeczywistości.

Ale to może skrzywienie z racji mojego wykształcenia i konieczności praktyki we wcielaniu się w różne środowiska, również w czasie pisania pracy magisterskiej, która głównie opierała się o obserwację uczestniczącą, fenomenologię, badanie tekstów itp. Kiedyś o tym napiszę szerzej.

#rozmowy #polemika #rigcz #lurker #wspomnienia