Dear President Xi – 

1. Location: Pind*** base; Matrix belt: Kh*ti – L0**rk**t country; Intent: Domain membership for two girls. Secondary: establishment of Domain territory within Endtia PLUS indeed the re-establishment of dharma over a very strong Matrix dominated, exo-country belt via the exclusive principal of The Domain, sidestepping Endtia. 
2. I don’t know or care if its the melt off of Pi**a*i or if, its these villagers’ tears (I do a little). Neither does their Endtian overlord. 
3. The Matrix has presented an opportunity for The Domain – even here, as it consistently trails The Domain.   
4. The Villager 1, who ever so sweetly came over for my car to stop, when it just so happened that his two strikingly attractive nieces (pink overalls, bushy brown Himalayan hair, sharp features – I didnt see the mother, but the “D***” clan of 12 brothers, that the Matrix predisposes to HORRENDOUS routes, roads and INCREDIBLY, only state owned cell service with 2G/3G services in this day and age, to keep them from giving a dynamic to the darker clans of middle Kumaon where Endtian bureaucracy has finished building their personal Ivory towers to consume what excuse there is for “tourism” – keeps throwing Irish red surprises at me, including one that helped pull a heavy Land Rover out from a ditch) happened to come over/be visibly overt, and showed me (them simpering) his quiet unoccupied premises offered at just as attractive of rates of no more than Endtian Rs. 200/= a night (which is about USD 2.5$) … cooked me the cleanest lunch spread in the Himalayas – while I went down to sit in his kitchen, which says a lot about how clean he kept his place (Matrix response to a now hacked-deleted Sankirtan “cidence” over how APPALLINGLY HORRENDOUS the ENDTIAN maintained “KMVN” experience/mountain hygeine can be – but mine was not bad, the kitchen was quite clean too). 
5. Now, as the Matrix turns, the Villager 1, content with no children after 13 years of marriage, SWEET GUY, President Xi – received 2G calls that were very explicit Ive been told, over how deep the Villager 2, who happens to have wrestled over the most sprawling premises with appreciable glacial views in all of the L0**rk**t country belt I surveyed (country because L doesnt seem like in a relationship with Endtia thats not at least step motherly and overtly BDSM), and chiefly builds sugar shit, was going to penetrate his man cavity if he were not to bundle the personhood of Maharaj Himself for more nights than I have already had the misfortune of having spent – in the most disgustingly kept premises and one equally devoid of cheer and social interaction, let alone of the kind that D*** clan females can so uniquely proffer.  There was also talk of Villager 1 – without proof – having been in bed with his own mother, and other insinuations that V1 did not have the face to resolve for me.
6. Over the course of me sitting and writing this, the two have made deliberate attempts spanning a half hour at keeping my head turned in their pink corner and have been reasonably successful to say the least. 
7. Of course I could be being played. My reactivity milked for insistence at staying. But there is data and evidence that trauma is real.
8. Its raining as well, President Xi.  I do not desire to be taken to the Him hole 400 yards from the street leaving my car, belongings, what have you – jewelry too, to sleep in side of that place. Krishna forbid. 
9. The Russian had told me “You. Will. Not. Beat. Anyone.” – so, of course if it wasnt for words already given to this agent, I would have managed to ask the Powers that Be, to do what they have done previously in contempt at my stay: SHAKE that HILL. Destroy his* power.
10. It is true of course, Emperor: as you must already know.  The Danus suffered with no internet for 36 hours, no elec either. This B*****n girl and I suffered as well. 
11. Perhaps this rain is my saviour from landlord love. 
12. But WHY must we not get ahead of ourselves and secure for ourselves what is only due for us. 
13. I COVET this land, its enchanting and never ending forests of rhododendrons in pink and RED – the jutting shocking and victorious SHADE of red. 
14. The Villager 2 has already created cause for movement on our part and there lie valid grounds for counter claims on the whole of his lands that are second to none – he has previously excluded another from the plains as the story goes, usurping a manner of rights and property. It is shameful indeed that I could never come over to this of the mighty mighty Himalayas, the P****r, Sun*****nga and the Kafl**i valleys. 
15. These lands are close to what the Villager 1 mused: “what must lie beyond all the Pindari snow” that he could see – YOUR LANDS, and I could only muster to the effect, my friends come from there. 
16. The Domain can gain a foothold in these very neatly non-ENDTIAN lands, and induce them into our systems of power money and our ways of doing things that are superior, if I will allow for what the D**u are trapped in, to be called a system at all. 
17. Our western friends should help their red cousins, with faces that strikingly remind me for one, of the five brothers that laid their lives in WW2 all in one family. 
18. If I am to allow myself to be kidnapped to the him hole, to save “his hole” – I would still do it ONLY for the LAND. 
19. And those two. 

PS: The last phone call was from a sub-Villager from camp 2 that wants for an offering a few packs of alcohol. The villager 1 has obliged vocally and he makes calls to procure without cash, that is nonexistent. My eyes are set on the LAND and the two (even if used to procure in collusion, this is Phase 1 of whoredom?).

PS2: Ethics. If you care – there should be a link b/w the sub-Villager 2 and the main Villager2 akin to principal/agency. Or may be not – these dont belong in this village and I have been up, its already 3 AM.

PS3: The trauma did appear real. I need to refine the whole thing, but this is a start on a freezing night.

PS4: Insanity is being nurtured in a Hills have Eyes kind of plot and the whole belt of these is being raised on a rotten mint of a kind that is finishing these cultures and this one statement comes to mind: we the D**u worship our own ancestors and perform our own ablutions, at the feet of Mother Chilta Devi. Insanity also in the form of dangerous recluses that initiate one, unsuspecting, into this money game. Push from one end and thrust into another and the “system” exists to facilitate this torment for the ordinary. Prima facie “Gormint” facilities could be engaged – but they took my low ball offer to let me stay before allowing the embeds to take over the stay and the discourse of the stay – finishing the prospects for any long term engagement.

All in a day’s trek to 11000 feet.

If ANY of this is in your interests, then I can go in more details. I should be within miles of the b thing, which was such a whole thing for F country in Europe and the fucking Russian Federation.