Marvs blog

·        We need to be prepared to eat less food, and even if it’s disgusting.

·        We must use other kinds of transport, like mopeds or snow scooters.

·        We need warm clothes.

·        We must cooperate and share our supplies.

·        We must have many contacts with valuable people.

·        We must be prepared physically.

·        We must be prepared to steal food.

Me and my mother no longer live in Enköping anymore, Liljeholmen is now our home. I miss my friends already, but on the other hand, I know many people here and I finally got meet my old friend named Achmed Muhjaki. He has always been my best friend. He's not like my friends in Enköping. They like to steal and party and do bad stuff, but Achmed likes to just hang out, play video games or taking a bicycle ride. I really like him as a friend. It was his family that helped me and my mother to get an apartment, and were we could get some food. I really believe that things will work out really good here.

Now I'm going to play Viva Pinata with Achmed :)

Peace out!

We have figured out that it's our city that has been most affected by the oil crises. So my mother and I have decided to move Liljeholmen, Stockholm. We heard that they have more control on the crises there. They have some kind of a system for transporting people and have busses that are run by biogas. We also chose Liljeholmen because I have many friends there and we know a place where we can stay.
       

Everything is going really bad right now. I have tried to steal food, oil and bikes, but I have failed every single time... Some of my friends are really successful, but I'm the exact opposite. I find it much harder to steal now when I don't have a snow scooter. The people that I try to steal from will always catch me. I don't feel lucky at all.

My friend Filip recorded when I tried to steal a bike. Unfortunately, the owner caught me and I got pretty hurt.

I thought Abdi was a good friend but yesterday he and his pals stole my gang's snow scooters! They escaped the country with Mohammed Haakmud's boat, so now the scooters are gone forever. My friends are furious and they want to kill Abdi but it's almost impossible to find them.

This is a picture of Haakmud and his fucking boat...

So now we are screwed and there is now way to use any kind of transport except for snow scooters. That ain't just it, my mom is also running out of cash so the life is right now not how I wanted it to be. My idea of stealing food is much harder now when I don't have any transport...

This week, I and my buddies have sold a lot of stolen moped parts. We go out with our scooters at night and steal parts from random people's mopeds. So far the business is going very well, and we can afford to pay Abdi and his gang for the gas. 

But there is a problem...

My mother just lost her job as a nurse, because the hospital was forced to fire some of the employees so they could afford the gas to their ambulance. There were several fired, around fifteen lost their jobs today. So my mom is not the happiest person right now.

So now she doesn't get paid, and that's not so good now when the prices of everything are rising.  We don't have enough savings to last for a month, even though how hard I work.

When our food runs out, I have no choice but to steal food for my family... I'm tired of stealing.

Every one of us has a snow scooter now. We found a closed factory that had loads of them, so we all took one each. But we still have a big problem. We have all run out of gas and we're just tired to steal all the time. So this is our next problem that we really must solve.

Today we met a few old friends who had traveled from Somalia. I had a really long chat with one of them named Abdi Mustafa Muhammedsson. We were very good friends a few years ago when he lived here, but he had to go back to his home country.

Here is a picture of Abdi:

He told a lot of interesting stuff that he had been through since the oil crisis. He told me that he and his friends had hijacked a large ship full of oil and that they had loads of oil with them here to Sweden. I told him that we were in a really big need of gas for our scooters and he said that we could pay them 3 dollars/gallon just because they we were very good friends. I have always liked Abdi, I really know that I can trust him. 

So things are going good right now

I woke up this morning and looked out. There was a half metre of snow!! 



I called Filip and we decided that the whole gang should meet at his place and discuss the snow problems. I took the bus and when I arrived everybody were already there. We started to talk about how we should do now when we can't ride our mopeds. Filip came up with a good idea that we should sell our mopeds and buy snow scooters instead.      

Four weeks has passed and it's just getting worse. The oil price is up at 21.13 SEK/liter so me and my moped gang can't afford to buy gas to our mopeds and that sucks. We've heard from a friend that he and his pals stole their gas and we thought that we should try to do the same. 

I went to the gas station with my gang and there we saw a fat truck driver. We beat up the fat guy and stole as much gas as we could. Then we used the gas to fill our mopeds and drove on the back wheel away from there. Later someone told me that the police arrived to the crime scene and they started to take finger prints and DNA samples. The fat guy described how the youngsters looked like and had a loooooong conversation with him. So now the cops maybe know who we are. 

We decided to hide at Filip's place and smoke some weed. The weed made us very high and we started to fight and do other sick stuff. So when I woke up I laid in a bush with all of my other friends. I was the first one to wake up and my headache was very painful. After a while I heard sirens screaming from a long distance and I tried to wake up my friends, but it wasn't so easy. A few seconds later they all stood up like drunk hobos. I yelled "Run!" and we ran home to me and here we are, having the police after us...

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Two days has passed since we ran away from the cops and I haven't stepped outside of my house at all. I'm so scared and my mother is getting very suspicious. I don't feel like telling her about either that we robbed a fat guy, smoked weed or that we are chased by the cops, she would just panic and get out of control. My friends are a little bit more calmed then I am, they don't really take this shit seriously. They've called me a few times, they told me that I should follow them to Gånsta and drink some booze. But I really don't want to, because we would just get into trouble again, although I really want to get out of this house. 

Should I stay or should I go?

It feels like if my mind is being controlled by my fear because there are a lot of other things that happens right now. Ever since the gas price increased many people are going mad and some people are stuck in their homes because they can't afford any gas. I have heard that we aren't the only ones who robbed in need of gas. People are demonstration violently, vandalizing and stealing if they must.

Today I walked down the street on my way to the grocery store. Then I met an old ginger named Victor Martola. His car was out of gas and he couldn't afford a refill. I thought that the ginger must have been very poor. He just said that I should go away to the gas station and check the new gas prices. 



So I went off to check it out. When I got there I became stunned. The price was 20.79 SEK/Liter! (11,43 dollars/gal) First I thought it was a joke, but then I realized that it was true. I went away to another gas station and the price was almost the same, I was shocked...

I went home to my mom and told her about the new prices. For a while she didn't answer, but after a long sigh she said "I know baby... I know. I don't think that we can afford the gas for your moped anymore. I hope that you understand. Let's just hope that it will be over soon." I said that it was okay and then she hugged me.

What the hell am I going to do without my moped?