Miraculously, I wasn't injured at all, and only the bicycle chain came out, and I had to place it back.

DESCRIPTION: 1-st attacker was a white male near 20-23 years old, whom I can positively identify (if not mistaken) as the "guy with the dog" (see below), who was involved in several other incidents. I think also that it was he, who 2 days ago, when I was walking on Ponsard str., near same place, where I was hit by a car, silently approached me from behind, and pushed me with his thigh. He's a bit higher then me, with a bit long face; strong, with a bit long nose, Next 2 attackers: a white and a black male 17-19 y.o., whose faces I did not see well. However, I suggest that one of them, a white male, is the same guy whom I met during the incident with the canister (read below). Last 2 attackers: 2 black males, 17-19 y.o. One, who actually attacked me this time, and could seriously injure or even kill me, and also spike out a death threat: a handsome boy with a round face, and "normal" head shape, straight nose, big eyes; he's not tall, and not short, around my height or bit lower. I saw him few times sitting with my neighbors' son from the 1-st floor, as well as at the balcony of the neighbor social house. However, I never spoke with him, and never deal with him in any way. His companion, who attacked me in the Old Port several times, aiming his bike into me: a short boy, looking 15 y.o., but probably 17 or even 18 y.o., with a "abnormal" face (ugly, long steeking nose, long face with a long beard…), and a body of a child. The 1-st (a "Don-Kichote"), is always bare-head, but his "Sancha-Pancho" is always wearing a special long hat.



ABOUT SOME OTHER INCIDENTS
 
It is extremely important to mention that before 2005 I faced no accidents or incidents, no attacks or physical injuries - in a result of such events. (However, it was an only exclusion. Several times cars and small tractors that execute jobs for municipal snow removal, etc., almost hit me, 2 times - at sidewalks). I was walking at any time (including nighttime) in different parts of the city (including Berri, St.-Lawrence, and other "dangerous" places), and can not recall even a minuscule confrontation. 

In April or March, 2005 (when I (with my family) was still residing on Aylmer), around noon I was standing at a bus stop on the corner of Park and Milton. Suddenly, a motorcycle appeared from Milton's side, running on the pavement, violently turned left, and hit me. I managed somehow to grab the driver and hang on his motor device, and we both fell (I - on top). I don't know if he was injured, but he stood up and attacked me physically, screaming that he's going to kill me, and I jumped into a bus, escaping further troubles. For almost 1 year after this incident my right shoulder was painful. 

Near the end of 2005, a car slightly hit me at the corner of Milton and Aylmer streets. At that time, I was going home from a convenience store (Dépanneur). The driver was mad at me for "crossing the street as a tortilla", and "playing on driver's nerves". Yes, I was indeed moving slowly, but I had tendon ligaments sprained by that time (which my medical history can prove). The driver virtuously tagged his vehicle exactly just for hitting me slightly, and my bones were not broken, but I had pain for around 2 or more months.  

Next time the same driver near killed me on the corner of Notre Dame

Street and La Lima when I was crossing on green on rolling blades (December 2006). I couldn't memorize car's plate license number, but driver's face engraved in my memory. Starting from April 2008, I found 2 short notes in my agenda about "almost accidents" - when I was crossing different streets on green, with partially catch car's number. It is possible that it was the same car. 

2006, October, 20. Coming home (on bike) from Bord de Lac, around midnight or later, I had to pass under a railway bridge against (a bit more to the West) Atwater Market. In this very moment a noisy train was passing by. The bicycle tray goes abruptly down here, and it is not so simple to stop your bike here in an emergency situation. However, on one lane was standing a man in the darkness, wearing all black, and on the other lane: his very big black dog. I was ringing the bell, but because of the noisy train its sound was suffocated. The dog definitely saw me and could hear the bell, but the owner of the animal, a young Brut, was ordering the dog to stay stief. Miraculously, I managed to pass them without an incident, but later the same guy and his dog appeared in several similar situations, and once he attacked me with a stick, also lashing his dog on me.

Then, an incident occurred, when in May 2007 I made photos of the burned church at Courcelle.

Between 5 and 12 of May, 2007, a car went to the side walk, and could easily hit me, if not my reaction.

The same day, when on rolling blades I was coming back home from the other side of the canal, someone splashed oil on my way, and I fell down, badly injuring my hand. I probably could avoid the injury if not that incident with the car, traumatic for my tender ligaments.

The same day, earlier, 2 policemen called from downstairs, but did not appear.

End of May, 2007. Oil was splashed on the pandas, by which I entered the bicycle trays (near the canal). I fell with my bike.

In the end of September, 2007, I was attacked by two individuals, whom I once met before, when was bicycling with one of my friends, Yuri Belyanski (they approached us at the corner of Berri and St.-Antoine, and I gave a signal to my friend to leave. He did not share my concern, and, contrary to my desire, demonstratively refused to move. So, I left alone, directing myself to the Old Port, and when glanced back, saw that these two individuals immediately lost their interest, and also left, as if I was an object of their interest, not my friend. No word was spoken by me; no contact with those two was made). In the end of September they attacked me near the old stone railway bridge at Chemin Glen, blocking my way and forcing me to defend myself. It was a short fierce fight, and miraculously I managed to knock one of them down, while the other one escaped. By their apparition they looked as homeless men. Several days later they ran after me near the corner of Côte-des-Neiges and Sherbrook, but I found a refuge in a bus. And again, if not a bruise on my right hand, and a new slight trauma to my tender ligaments as a result of this fight, I could react more adequately and escape another deadly incident few days later…

Tuesday, October the 2nd, 2007, on my bike, I was going home, to Augustin-Cantin in Pointe- St-Charles, from my mother, who's residing at Lemieux, near Côte-Ste-Catherine. Apparently around 21:10 (I had no watch on my wrist), I was hit by a new looking white car 988 PPH (Quebec plate), while crossing a small street, which Decarie cuts off here. It is hard to believe that the driver did not see me in front of his car moving at caterpillar's speed. Inhumanity penetrated hearts of Montreallers deeply. Many cars passed by on Decarie, and no driver stopped his vehicle in response of my spectacular fly when the cat hit me. Among other cars there was a police car that did not stop either. Both of my legs were badly injured, but bones were not broken. Post-traumatic thrombosis could kill me if a thrombus traveled through blood vessels to my heart. Almost 3 months I stayed in bed, with no ability to move around. I also had some bad complications after the injury.     

2008, April 23. Closer to midnight, I was going home after my routine bike trip to Lachine, and had to pass under the bridge at Charlevoix. A big container from "spring water" was cowardly placed into a shadow, and covered almost the whole width of the lane; plus, this canister was filled by water, with its upper side broken in such a way that a sticking triangle of solid plastics was as sharp as a knife. In the moment, when I descended under the bridge, a bicyclist appeared from nowhere, and rushed towards me with a considerable speed. Besides this, I did not see special flashing markers on an abutment of a low betony wall, and just intuitively avoided a collision. And the behavior of the bicyclist that was approaching was also somehow suspicious and unusual. Plus, the road was all wet, and lamps were down, so, I had 90% from 100% to kill myself. Luckily, I managed to escape 3 collisions: with the wall, canister, and bicyclist, and safely reached the top of the hill. 

However, I then decided to come back, and inspect the place (I did not know yet that an unknown object was a canister). I found the canister, examined sharp edges of the hole in it, and came to a conclusion that it was filled with water from the canal, and probably just few minutes ago. It was quite heavy. From bike, it was impossible to judge what it was, and for just a microsecond I had a temptation to "step" on it: to cross it over on bike, as it looked from my high position and in darkness as a completely flat object. If I would do so, it could be disastrous. In addition, I found a black garbage bag, popped over the edge of the wall, in purpose to cover self-luminous lines-markers. Standing below I noticed two 17-18 y.o. girls on the bridge, who were looking down. When they understood that I'm seeing them, they immediately left, purposefully loudly discussing meaningless things. I secretly followed them, and saw that the bicyclist whom I met under the bridge, joint them further on Charlevoix.        

Saturday, June 07, 2008, around 9.15 a.m. I was walking on sidewalk along boulevard Pie IX, pushing my bike beside me, when a car violently turned through this sidewalk from the road to a small parking lot, and almost hit me. Trying to save both myself and the bike, I fell, painfully hurting my body. In this very moment, a police car was very slowly passing by, but did not stop in response of what happened.

When I got up, the driver attacked me verbally, accusing me of "almost hitting his car". He expressed no remorse or regret, and didn't ask me if I need medical help. It is excluded that he could have not seen me, and still - turned directly on me. Speaking offensively, he didn't spite out his tirade peacefully, but was shouting at me. It is important to add that the car was approaching from behind, and I couldn't see its' turn, just intuitively feeling something, and so escaped death or broken bones. It was a bright day. There were no parked cars that could distort driver's vision. He didn't have to cross any lanes. He could see me very clearly, ahead, in advance, and still, ran directly at me. Before reaching the place where the incident happened, I noticed the same car at several intersections, as if its driver was following me.

2 weeks later the same man (same driver) attacked me with a knife near his home. Saturday, June 14, around 12.25 p.m., I was walking (without my bike) along Pie IX, direction South (towards Sherbrook), when the same car drove to the sidewalk, and completely blocked me way in front of me. Besides the driver, I saw other people in the car.

Because the car blocked my way on the pavement, I couldn't move forward without stepping aside on the road. Having a dense traffic along Pie IX as an obstacle, I was forced to stop for a while. When there were no cars on the road, I passed the car directing myself further. However, the driver jumped after me, and attacked me with his fists. I must stress that I didn't approach him, and it was him who approached me from behind. I didn't even try to hit him in response, and was only defending myself by putting hand blokes against his attack. Another man, his friend or relative, came out of the car, and stopped the driver from further attacks. Otherwise he could have caused harm to his own body - or mine. But when his attack was over, I found a deep scar on my left hand, non-doubtfully left by a knife. If he had managed to punch me with the knife in one of the vital organs, I could have seriously been injured or killed.

I believe that he was somehow aware that I'm approaching (he might know this from surveillance cameras' images or his friends in one of the enforcement agencies), both on June 07 and 14, and deliberately brought a full car of people - probably his family members - who would testify in his favor anyway. On June 07 I had no intentions to appeal the police: there were no serious injuries, just few tiny scratches, and the conflict was over. However, I described the confrontation on June 07 in my e-mails to friends, and can attach these e-mails if needed. After the second incident I made a declaration to police in writing, and sent it by mail to police station at Park-Prince Arthur. Since then, I never heard from police. However, I did not insist on a criminal investigation because of 2 reasons:

a) Driver that near killed me by his vehicle, and a week later attacked me with a knife spoke and behaved as an ex-judge or a former police officer, and if so: he is impunitive;
b) He had a full car of "eyewitnesses" that will probably testify on his behalf, so, my efforts to bring him to justice would be in vein.

2 times I saw his car, and the car that hit me October the 2nd, 2007 (988 PPH) side-aside in 2 different parking places.

2008, Saturday, Oct. 18. My wife and daughters left for 2 days, and when, after accompanying them at 6.30 in the morning, I came home, the door wasn't locked, and the biggest lights were on in all rooms, including locker, kitchen and bathroom. Besides, the modem was also on, while no of our computers was turned on. When I called on one of my family member's cellular phone, my wife told that she remembers clearly that locked the door when we left all together. Saturday, October 18, my home phone stopped working. I called Rogers and Bell, but they could not find the reason. Quarter to 7 p.m. I saw through the window that 3-rd brother of my 2 neighbors (2 brothers, from app. N 6) is moving in to live with his brothers. Around 19.12, when I was standing beside the backdoor, my ears catch an alarming noise of breaking window glass. I jumped out to the balcony without shoes, in "bare socks", and saw a young (16-18 y.o.) male, who evidently smashed my neighbors' (from the 2nd floor (app. N 3) window. The neighbor that lived "under me" - she also went out. The guy ran downstairs, and jumped over the fences to the neighbor yard of the "social" house. He was not tall and not short, just like my neighbors' from app. N 2 son, or 1 of his friends (a black male). And, by the way, teenagers from the neighbor yard were practicing jumping over the fences for several days just before this incident. I know that the guy from app. N 3 has problems with police, but he was always polite with me, and I believe that he's not a bad person, just maybe just was dragged into a bad company.    

At approximately 19.20, policemen already appeared at my balcony, with a strong light, examining everything around. Then they descended to the second floor, and were moving there and inside the N 3 app. around an hour. Then they left in a police car 15-11. At 19.20 the guy from app. N 3 (rumors circulated that he's in the police custody) appeared himself, accompanied by the policemen. When everything calmed down, I went out to my balcony to examine my bike, and discovered that the front wheel is loosing air. Next day I pumped it 2 times, but in 1-1.5 hours the air left the tire. Later I found out that a tiny metal thing to clip papers together (trombonne in French) was smartly inserted into it by someone.   

I must stress that I am omitting dozens of other events, without adding them to my list of attacks or incidents just because 1) I gave enough examples, and 2) they are doubtful. For instant, on the 15 of July, 2009, I was accessing bicycle trays from the same pandas as always, when a girl on her bike appeared from nowhere, and was sitting on my back, and provoked me to fall (I scratched one of my elbows badly enough). But because I wasn't sure that she wanted me to have an accident, I don't list this event. It is also possible that she touched the back wheel of my bike with the front wheel of hers, and that's why I fell, but, again, I am not sure…

Another example is one of the omitted events - besides attacks and incidents.

15 March, 2009. Around 23.20, after a loud click all electrical outlets in the salon and both bedrooms stopped to function. This happened just after 5 min. after I turned out my main computer: otherwise, I think, the computer was finished. Since we moved in this apartment, 3 computers burned, and I believe - because of the apartment's electrical system problems. It happened when I was talking on the phone with Yuri Belyanski, and was of course disconnected (the phone works from electricity).

16 March, 2009. Concierge arrived, and announced that the problem is much more serious then we're suggested, and that he's going to call an electrician. However, we've found out that other neighbors before us had the same problem: because of a low quality interrupters that were installed in this house. A professional team of electricians arrived after few days (while we were sitting without electricity), and took out a device, which design and look was not matching the rest of the panel as a whole. Obviously, it was alien to this panel. Immediately, everything started to work just fine, without any flashing of the light, or cutting out the current from the computers that occurs from time to time. During next week I demanded to live us alone, and not to install any other interrupter on the place of the old one, but they insisted that this is not allowed. However, when they came, they brought a differently looking device, radically distinguishing from the old one.

2009 March 17, a letter from Municipal Office of d'habitation de Montreal stressed that we must provide them with a copy of the key. The letter did not mention about what key they're writing: a key from the front door, or a key from the back door. It is a fact that when we moved to the present apartment, we've changed the front door's lock, leaving the back door lock untouched, and gave the municipal office a copy from the front door's key. Obviously, they had to possess a copy of the key from the back door by definition, because it is an original lock. My wife went to municipal office of d'habitation de Montreal, and explained there that gave them a copy of the key instantly after we moved in here, and that a key from the back door: it is "theirs" key. They promised "to find" our key, and to inform us on that subject. However, they never informed us if they've found the key. My wife also called them by phone, and asked about the same, but didn't receive any answer. She asked them - by the way - what key have been lost: from the front, or the back door, and, again, they did not answer. Later I called them myself, asking same questions, and demanded an answer in writing, but they never, since March, responded. The question is: if the key is not by them, then by whom? If is also logical that they know, who possess our key, and that's why they keep silent.

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