About This Blog
June 16th, 2026 / µ
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Why Do I Write This Blog?
Well, thanks to an editor who made this spine-chilling statement years ago:
You need a social media presence!
That phrase can send shivers down the spine of someone who misses analog photography, still has a CD player, and reads books off-screen! However, years ago, an editor told me just that.
So against my nature, I decided to self-promote. I set up a Facebook account and started blogging. I blogged about my life, Paris, my yorkie; all of it became blogging subjects.
It was long ago when you could, without much ado, get people to read a blog about you because you had a Yorkie, lived in central Paris, and led a life some would define as good. I left that life behind in 2014.
But I realized the editor was right - social media presence is a must nowadays for any professional. However, it is up to you to find out how you want to do it. And sometimes, you need to fail miserably to find out what you should do.
So, when I was rewriting a novel some years ago - now a project on standby - I began blogging again to have a social media presence. With a touch of arrogance and a pinch of indifference, I threw myself into a world of lifestyle blogging, as it is called.
A waste of time and colossal failure would be an excellent way of describing my performance. The fact was, I had absolutely nothing to say about 10 Steps to Happiness, or Positive Affirmations That Will Change Your Life. So, I dumped the project and decided to be myself.
What is this blog about, then?
Well, I wanted to expose myself in a way that did not generate the same level of self-loathing as lifestyle blogging had done from time to time. If I had to have a social media presence, I wanted to write about things I cared about and knew something about, such as The Lost Generation; relations, operations, and people of the SOE and OSS; narratology; my favorite places, stories, and people.
My specific World War 2 interest is Kai Winkelhorn (my grandmother’s cousin), the London crowd, his activities, and heroism during World War 2 when too many stood by and did nothing or willingly joined the dehumanizing, murderous, sadistic, and true evil Nazism was and is, and got away with it.
(Kai Winkelhorn (on the left, with the cigarette) & Flemming Juncker (on the right) Frihedsmuseets fotoarkiv (link on photo)
So, Why Stalking?
My sad tale of gang-stalking – ten years, two countries, and five addresses was what drew online attention, and this attention seemed to come with an added benefit:
The fact that I went public about my stalking situation seemed to ruin the monsters’ setup somewhat. Suddenly, their actions were exposed, and their libel contested in a way they could do nothing about. The story was out there, getting attention. And these are not people who are used to resistance. They are used to doing whatever they want - rob, libel, humiliate, and physically violate - and nobody is stopping them.
The Danish police force still ignores me. Ignoring crimes against women is their thing, it seems. But pulling a quasi-Sheherazade worked.
“I suppose at one time in my life I might have had any number of stories, but now there is no other. This is the only story I will be able to tell.”
The sad fact right now is that I may know how to deal with groups of monsters and their criminal manhunts, but other Danish women are in danger now. See, the monsters, in all their disillusion and frustration, made it clear that the next target would be someone younger and hotter. Evidently, they were tired of tormenting my old self. And given that they know they can get away with everything they do, including rape and other sexual violations, it means that somewhere out there, there’s a young, and most likely single and beautiful Danish woman being tormented by people with links to the Danish police force, whose only way out of this nightmare is to commit suicide.
On that depressing note, thanks for reading. I hope you found it valuable and worth your time. Until next time, remember to get your facts straight!
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