Life As Immigrant At The Notorious Pantanella In Via Casilina Rome

Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh.Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh.

Roma Novembre 1990 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan, Bangladesh, Africani tra cui (Joel Savage) Panoramica della Pantanella. Rome

As a child growing up in a strongly religious family, I was thought that everything which is opposite to the teachings of the Holy Bible, including laziness is a sin. I tried my best to live a clean life. We were thought to believe that Israel, Jerusalem, and other Biblical countries were all in heaven, without a slight knowledge those countries were on the same earth we are living today.

When I left my family looking for a job, I tried to be sincere and prevented doing anything wrong which could land me in jail. I read that jail changes people’s attitude to be good or worse. But I wasn’t interested to know the positive or negative influences of jail on people. My only interest is never to be there because it’s not the right place for me.

In the year 1990, from Lagos, Nigeria, I made a transit in Rome, on my way to German. In Rome, I was detained at the Fiumicino airport. The Italian immigration regularly does that to many foreigners, especially Africans. Like a tourist, I walked around the airport lounge without a room to sleep and food for three days. On the third, I was really starving, so I approached one of the immigration officials and said to him that I am hungry. He looked at my face and asked me “Am I your father?” Then he walked away.

Without knowing what the officials have in store for me, I handed over an application for asylum as a journalist and it worked, because I have some few publications over my profession on me. On the fourth day, from nowhere came one of the immigration officers, he said to me: “Your application has been accepted, today the police will come to take you to Rome.” I was shocked beyond expression.

Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh.Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh.

Roma 31 gennaio 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh. Le forze dell’Ordine sgombrano la Pantanella. Rome, January 31, 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh. The Police evacuate the Pantanella.

 The good Samaritan didn’t only deliver the unexpected message, but he pulled out from his pocket a number of notes and said to me: “I don’t want my colleagues to see me giving you money, buy some food to eat at the airport.” I didn’t take the money. I told him: “This important information you have given to me has taken all the hunger away, thank you.” He walked away with his money.

On the fourth day, the police came, just as the officer told me and took me in a police car to the city, Rome, and left me there to fight for my survival. Without anywhere to sleep, I passed all my nights at the Central Train Station. Among other Africans, we watched a big television screen during the day to forget our misery, then in the night, I go to sleep at my hiding place. The police and the workers at the train station never discovered the place I slept.

After some time, I discovered places where I could eat every day without paying for food. I could take my bath and take some clothes. One of such places was at ‘Via Dandolo.’ Daniela, the head of the Caritas (Charity) at Via Dandolo, was a very good woman, but one of her female workers was a very bad woman. A thief. Since we had no address, our letters passed through the Caritas at Via Dandola and this woman took the opportunity to steal money from our letters.

I caught her twice, so I wasn’t surprised when I lost the 10 pounds a friend sent me from England, but I didn’t tell Daniela about it. Through the Caritas, I had my initial lessons and attended classes to learn the Italian. I was one of the best immigrants who could write and speak the language fluently, yet my life was miserable because I was still sleeping at the train station.

In Rome, I was robbed, admitted and operated at a hospital, but the nurse refused to touch me, because of my color, thus; every morning when on duty, she calls someone to attend to me, but she had time for every Italian patient at the hospital. I was once sitting in the hospital’s garden after the operation, when an Italian old man, one of the patients came close to me, looked at my face and said to me: “Marocchino motaccizoa.” – an insult, after mistakenly taken me as a Moroccan. I didn’t say a word.

Then all of a sudden, as if it was announced on the radio, all the immigrants in Rome, without accommodation, discovered an abandoned Pasta factory called ‘Pantanella.’ Pantanella is notoriously known for all criminal activities, including drug peddling and crime, similar to drug cartel zones of Mexico. One needs strength, courage, heart and braveness to survive at that place. Italians think they are brave, but many of them dare to pass Via Casilina, the street Pantanella is located in the night.

That was the place I lived and worked as a toilet cleaner for thousands of immigrants, using six containers as toilets, to raise money to feed. I was employed by the Muslim head at the place. It’s terrible and frightening to live at Pantenella. It wasn’t a prison, but the place, I think was tough like Alcatraz, because of the criminal activities many illegal immigrants engaged in feeding.

 

Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh.Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh.

Roma 31 gennaio 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh. Le forze dell’Ordine sgombrano la Pantanella. Scoppia un incendio durante lo sgombero Rome, January 31, 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh. The Police evacuate the Pantanella.A fire during the evacuation

The abandoned factory accommodated both soft and hardened criminals from various countries, including Pakistan, Sri Lanka, Bangladesh, Africa etc. I lived in Pantanella for four months, and the Italian government tired of the crimes going on in that abandoned Pasta factory ejected all the foreigners.

But the Italian government did something great for the African immigrants. Something we weren’t expecting. The government paid for two weeks stay in a hotel for all the Africans, with the ultimatum that before the two weeks expired, we should find a place on our own to live.

Through a very good sympathetic woman called Nana, (she died in Rome a few years ago) I got a job as a houseboy to serve one journalist called Claudio Lavazza, working at television station TG2, belonging to the former Italian Prime Minister, Sylvio Berlusconi. He provided me accommodation and paid me well. Besides, he gave me the new version of Fiat Cinque Cento (500) to drive. It may be likely that I was the first black man in the entire Italy to drive the new Fiat Cinque Cento when it freshly came out. I met other journalist friends of Claudio, including Michele Cucuzza.

After three years, I said goodbye to Rome and returned to Africa. I married and returned to Europe once again but this time choosing Amsterdam. ‘Overseas Chronicle: The Rome and Amsterdam Experience’ is a book once started you’ll find it hard to put away, because of the shocking intriguing stories in the book. Find out more of what happened to me in Rome and later in Holland, which led me to detention in Amsterdam.

 

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Tourism: Step Into The Paradise Taste Of Tropical Fruits In Ghana

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Home sweet home: Joel Savage enjoys the sweet juicy water of fresh coconut.

The axiom, “All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy” might have originally been conceived by a domestic idealist, who knows the truth. Working hard without a break can affect your health. The impact can take its toll on you.

This is the reason I decided to visit my mother at the age of 80, in Ghana, after five years. Seeing her grey hair, but strong and healthy, boosted my happiness. In my daily prayers I always ask God to give her long life, to enjoy her fruits of labour, and it seems He has answered my prayers.

My mother after losing her husband at the age of 44, in 1976, (The Writer Died) https://goo.gl/hLBqj4, left with eight children, without any support, took the responsibility alone to make sure that we were fed, clothed, accommodated and educated.

In Ghana, I visited many places including the Cape Coast castle, in the central region of Ghana and some villages, such as ‘Akatechiwa’ which has intriguing story leading to the village’s name. I will be sharing all the interesting articles pertaining my visit with you very soon on social media.

Apart from my adventure and exploration, I enjoyed the fresh tropical fruits, such as coconut, mango, sweet apple etc. Many in foreign countries, such as Europeans and Americans may have the experience of tasting juicy canned tropical fruits, but nothing compares to the original fresh taste of tropical fruits taken moments from the trees in Ghana or Africa generally.

Many Europeans and Americans yearly make a trip to Ghana to explore its ancient castles and forts and some have settled finally in the country, saying good bye to Europe and America. Don’t let the foreign media deceive you. Be part of those visiting Ghana.

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The Coconut tree: I know that there are thousands of readers interested in non-fiction genre of books, thus; one of my goals is to share my non-fiction books through diversity of culture. My utterly and compelling collections are destined to capture the reader’s attention and interest, to learn about other people’s culture and heritage.

My books are in the categories of travel, immigration, health and entertainment. The personal account of the stories reflect on the places I visited in Africa, such as Ghana, Guinea, Nigeria, Ivory Coast, Sierra Leone, Togo, Benin and Gambia. And in Europe, it’s about life in Barcelona, Spain, Aahus, Denmark, England, Amsterdam, Holland, Rome, Italy and Antwerp, Belgium.

The African stories act like a guide to European and Americans tourists. The books will teach you how to avoid being a victim to thieves, armed robbers and immigration crooks, that prey on nationals and foreigners, while the Europeans stories teach Africans how to survive in Europe, without papers and crime.

How I Met Professor Johan Van Dongen: The Dutch Scientist Who Revealed Aids And Ebola Were Medical Crimes Against Africa

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Since I share every article I write on social media platforms, I have got a number of readers, writers and authors interested in my articles, but I had no idea that there is a Dutch scientist, who reads every article I shared on LinkedIn’s social platform.

Just as a man’s desire and character show who he is, my articles revealed my identity to Professor Johan Van Dongen. He realized that not only that I’m fearless but also honest and sincere writer, who is ready to die, far as truth is concerned.

Since we have something in common and has that fearless character, he perceived that I was the right person to collaborate with to warn African leaders over the misuse of Africans, as Guinea pigs, to test drugs manufactured in Europe and America.

The conscience holds many individuals back from committing crime and as a scientist, he has the power to join the empire of deceitful scientists to plague Africans with diseases, but he chose to remain neutral.  His research dated back as far as 1972, revealed Aids and Ebola were laboratory engineered or man-made viruses.

Set to reveal those medical crimes to the world, he first published his books in his native language, Dutch, in Holland. The books were successful but the Dutch Government felt he was a betrayer or whistle blower, thus; they embarked to make his life miserable. He was fired as a lecturer at the university and faced many legal actions at the court.

Out of the blue, Professor Dongen introduced himself to me on LinkedIn’s social platform. I secretly started digging into the background of this man, since I don’t trust anybody in a country called Belgium; unless the members of the Jehovah Witness, because I worship with them every week, even though I’m not yet a full member (Not baptized.)

Professor Dongen, had already contacted some few Africans, including journalists, on those medical crime issues, to help disseminate the news and warnings to African leaders, but he was totally disappointed, because of fear. Yes! Africans pull knives and cut their brothers throat in wars and ethnic conflicts, but believe me, many are very coward indeed.

One can witness the cowardliness of an African in Europe, when an African is murdered or manhandled by the police. They will group somewhere to discuss about demonstration. When the time of demonstration comes, you will never see those you sat down with couple of hours ago, leaving one or two people at the demonstration ground to be a scapegoat.

I don’t blame them, food is very delicious, so nobody wants to miss his favourite dish. Fortunately, my scripture reminds me that: “Man shall not live by bread alone, so many times I read the Bible, to feed my life spiritually, to be able to stand any force or wickedness that comes my way.

This is the reason when the police in Holland, forgets to feed me the whole day, while behind bars for six days, I didn’t demonstrate. I was able to sleep peacefully without food for the next day. In the morning when I was served breakfast in my tiny cell, I asked the police officer: “Why I wasn’t given any food the whole day yesterday till this morning?”

My question changed his countenance and he thought I was joking. “What did you just said?” He asked. I repeated what I said. Confused and downhearted, he went and did his investigations and finds out that I was speaking the truth. He apologized and said to me: “You were too quiet, so we don’t know there was someone in there.”

The mistake they did touched them emotionally to the extent that, they gave my passport back to me and asked me to go home. Believe me, the Dutch police doesn’t free an illegal immigrant. This sounds like a tale, but the police in Amsterdam can confirm this story, above all this interesting story can be read in my third book: Overseas Chronicle-The Rome And Amsterdam Esperience.

After reading much about Professor Johan, satisfied and knowing that he is a genuine person, I responded to his invitation. He posted his two books, one captioned “Aids De Grootste Misdaad In De Medische Geschiedenis”- Translated ‘Aids The Greatest Crime in Medical History.’

As our friendship grew stronger, I realized the man’s clean heart, conscience and love for mankind. I wasn’t surprised to read that he invented artificial rat to perform his experiments, to prevent animal cruelty. This exceptional good conscience is hard to find among some of the wolf-scientists in sheep’s clothing.

It wasn’t long we decided to translate his books to English version. Translating Netherlands to English and all the scientific theory works, proved to be a very tough job. We did our best. Whether the translation was good or not, our message is to let the world, including Africa, know that Aids and Ebola were indeed medical crimes against Africa.

African leaders have disappointed us more than the ignorant Africans that claim Aids and Ebola are curses from God. The fear of dealing with Aids and Ebola crisis alone, when they confront Europe and America haunts them, thus; they chose to remain silent. But the truth is, that silence is seen by Europe and America as lack of intelligence and cowardliness.

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Overseas Chronicle-The Rome & Amsterdam Experience: One Man’s Encounter as an Illegal Immigrant

 

The struggle of an illegal immigrant in Europe

Author Joel Savage explores the struggles of being an illegal immigrant in Europe in his book, Overseas Chronicle: The Rome and Amsterdam Experience. In his third memoir, Savage documents his travels from Rome to Amsterdam.

Author Joel Savage explores the struggles of being an illegal immigrant in Europe in his book, Overseas Chronicle: The Rome and Amsterdam Experience. In his third memoir, Savage documents his travels from Rome to Amsterdam.

Surviving encounters with the Mafia and sleeping in abandoned factories, including Pantanella, and the central train station in Rome, Savage decided to move camp to Amsterdam, hoping for a better life. Instead, he realized the hard immigration policies and liberal abuse of drugs and alcohol  had taken a toll on the immigrants in Amsterdam and he wanted no part of it.

Hoping to obtain documentation to rid him of his immigrant status, Savage ended up in many difficult situations, one of which included being arrested and put behind bars. In this passionately written book, the reader gains insight into the pain and agony of being an outsider stuck in a foreign country when all one wants is to be a part of it. Joel Savage’s novel is a must‐read for those hungry for a cultural experience.

Savage was born in Ghana before becoming a citizen of Sierra Leone. His father influenced him at an early age to pursue journalism, and since then he has written for numerous newspapers in Ghana and Belgium.

He currently lives in Belgium with his wife and three children. He freelances for newspapers, magazines, and television and is a member of the Flemish Journalism Association in Belgium.

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Foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man is homeless.

 

Life is very tough

A homeless woman, God only knows how she feels

In the Bible, Jesus spoke in parables, using stories and illustrations to speak to his followers. He once said, “The foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head.” His teachings and parables may be rejected by non-believers or atheists, yet his teachings reflect on our lives today.

Do you know that in 2005, a global survey by the United Nations, estimated over 100 million people were homeless worldwide and as many as 1 billion people lacked adequate housing?  In Europe alone, there are 3 million homeless people, while Columbia registers 9.5 million and 24.4 million in Nigeria. There are also hundreds of homeless people in Canada, Australia and the United States of America.

There are certain factors contributing to homelessness. Physical disabilities, depression, mental illness, drug abuse, broken homes, domestic problems and lack of employment, are some of the causes leading to homelessness. At times one may be free from the mentioned problems, but certain factors can push someone to live on the street.

That’s my story. As illegal immigrant in Europe, trying to survive, I slept at rough places in Rome, including the central train station and an old abandoned Pasta factory called ‘Pantanella.’ One crossing the street or seeing a homeless person might wrongly judge the victim, but problems too tough to handle often push them to be homeless.

Like many Africans, my dream was to make it big in Europe, by going to school and take the opportunity to integrate, but soon I realized that not all that glitter is gold. To avoid being a drug addict or a thief, I took the situation as life challenges to educate and shape my life positively. While I saw friends taken over by drugs and some of them immediately going back to Africa, I remained in Rome and fought those life obstacles squarely.

Today, the man who was once sleeping at the central train station in Rome now lives with his wife and children in Europe as European citizens. On immigration issues, I consider my books to be special because they are emotional, inspiring, adventurous and educative.  ‘Overseas Chronicle,’ is a book I will recommend to every reader who loves books in the genre of non-fiction. It’s a  book that captures a reader’s attention to figure it out if the contents really took place or just an exaggeration.

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Road Of Agony: A Novel By Joel Savage

In the last week of January 1976, my father died mysteriously, leaving behind his wife and eight children. I was just nineteen but matured enough to realise that I had a big responsibility lying on my shoulders, as the eldest son of my parents.

Shortly after completing my secondary school, the desire to continue my education wasn’t there any longer. Instead, I chose to travel and work, hoping that could help the welfare of my family. I travelled extensively, experiencing bullies, corruption, beatings and lockup.

Road of Agony

In West Africa, I covered Republic of Togo, Republic of Benin, Nigeria, Republic of Guinea, Ivory Coast, and Sierra Leone. Some of these countries I visited had its own sad story and bitter experience. After kidnap, beatings and incarceration, I made it to Barcelona, Spain, to meet another hostile life challenges.

My story is just not a story about me, but also about the bad attitude, vicious character, mercilessness, and wickedness of other people I encountered on the road of agony. I count myself to be one of the luckiest person living in this world today, fortunate enough to unfold this true story.

Excerpt

Obanko told Monk that he wanted to take Babatunde to the Pakistan restaurant for some food because he didn’t have much money on him. Babatunde excused Monk and he left the bar with Obanko to the restaurant. They were eating when the police burst into the restaurant with machine guns. It was the most frightening scene Babatunde had ever seen in his life.

Everyone was asked to put their hands on their heads and they conducted a very thorough search on everybody in the restaurant. Nothing suspicious was found on anyone. However, there was one African who didn’t want to cooperate with the police. He refused to do whatever he was told to do. Due to that, he was manhandled by one of the police officers.

From his speech and behaviour, it was obvious that the police had tormented him for a very long time and that he thought he has had enough of it. That, probably, was the reason he acted that way.He was dragged from the restaurant and pinned against a wall. His mouth was forcefully opened when he refused the order to do so.

With anger, he stretched his neck close to the face of the policeman and opened his mouth with screaming and the policeman gave him a dirty slap across the face. But at the end, nothing suspicious was found in his mouth, so he was set free.

As soon as the police left the scene, Babatunde bombarded Obanko with a series of questions. He asked him about the reason for that operation. Obanko told him that when the police suspect something or acting on a tip off, they always acted like that. The police came to the restaurant because many drug pushers use that place for business transactions.

The police told someone to jump thrice with open legs. The reason they did that was that if drug was hidden in his anus, it would fall on the ground.

“How did the police know that some drug pushers put stuffs in their anus?” asked Babatunde.

“Do you know how many times they have done that to me? I can’t tell you because it’s too numerous to count. Even though they get nothing from me any time they subjected me to this kind of punishment, yet they have caught many pushers in that way. This is Barcelona. Welcome to Barcelona,” said Obanko. He paused for a while and began again.

“Some of the friends we eat and drink with are informants to the police. In Spain, we called such people ‘Chibato.’ Just imagine, how can the police know that something is hidden at that part of the body? It is because of the ‘Chibatoes’.”

“The police are not stupid. They are specially trained for that,” said Babatunde.

“What I mean is before they knew that stuffs could be hidden there, one of the ‘Chibatoes’ informed the police about that. Anyway, let’s go to the Piazza to have a drink,” said Obanko.

“Wait a minute, do you still feel like drinking again despite wobbling on the way to the restaurant?” asked Babatunde.

“For your sake, I’m not taking ‘vino’ (wine) today. We shall take just beer, which has less percentage of alcohol.” At the Piazza, he ordered for two bottles of beer. While waiting for the waitress, he began telling Babatunde his experience in Barcelona.

“I came here four years ago; now, this is what I looked like. I never thought I would ever sell drugs for a living. I don’t want to lie to you. This is Barcelona. Welcome to Barcelona.”

He took a lighter from his breast pocket and lit a cigarette. Babatunde saw a long scar at the lower part of his chin and he asked him how he got it. “It’s a long story but if you want to know, I will tell you. “A junkie bought some ‘sand’ from me. I hope you know what I mean by ‘sand’? It’s cocaine. To avoid calling that name openly in the public, we call it ‘sand’.

Everyone knows about this. The junkie had no money on him. He knew that if he told me the truth, I was not going to give the ‘sand’ to him. “He put his hand in his pocket pretending to pay me; then, he slashed me with a sharp pen knife and escaped. As I lay bleeding, a tenant saw me through his window and called the police to the scene. An ambulance came for me to the hospital. I received a dozen of stitches and I was discharged the same day.”

“What did you tell the police when they questioned you?” asked Babatunde.

“I didn’t tell them the truth. I told them that I was robbed and beaten. I’m not sure if they believe me or not. However, that is a common thing in Barcelona. Everyday, minute, and second, thieves snatch away tourist bags and cameras. Sometimes when they want to save their belongings, they pay the price for it. Some are badly hurt,” said Obanko.

The Author

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Joel Savage is a second child of eight children. He was born in Cape Coast, in the central region of Ghana, on January 19, 1957. Following the footsteps of his father, a veteran journalist, Joel starts writing at a very tender age. Growing up in an environment he sees hard living and the struggling of people, in their normal daily lives, gingers his flair to choose writing on events of reality.

Joel studied at both Ebenezer Secondary School and Accra High School in Accra, Ghana, and later studied at the Ghana Institute of Journalism. Freelancing, he wrote for the Daily Graphic, Ghanaian Times and The Weekly Spectator in Accra, Ghana.

Joel calls his sorrowful, brutal, inhuman and lucid account of surviving a kidnap by armed robbers, as  the ‘Road Of Agony.’ The author lives in Belgium with his wife and three children.

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Prescription And Advice To Cure Aids

“First, some attention will be given to things that should absolutely be avoided. Below are described  medications, actions, and nutrients that are absolutely forbidden for HIV/AIDS-patients.” – Micro-Surgeon Johan Van Dongen.

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Micro-Surgeon Professor Johan Van Dongen.

Things that are absolutely forbidden

One should be very careful with radiation methodologies and the application of cortisol. If possible, they should be avoided.

There should not be any loss of blood in whatever form. Surgical operations should be avoided. Certain medicinal drugs that attack the immune system of the body should be avoided. Antibiotics should not be given or taken because they induce the production of HIV.

Nutrients that cause diarrhea should be avoided and also food substances that may irritate the stomach/ and or the intestines.

Things that should be done while treating HIV/AIDS

FIRST

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– Reducing the level of cortisol in the blood

– Using the substances that ameliorate the situation for HIV in the body and that

strengthen the nervous system. These substances are: Hypericin, Tryptophan and

Diphenylhydantoin

– Using exclusively the following antidotes: Zinc, Lidocaine, Procaine , Nifedipin,

Cimetidine, opiates like Methadon, Naltrexone peptide T. and Thalidomide

(Softenon).

– Individual prescription, according to the need of: Suramin, Ketacoazol and Rifabutin.

SECOND

Increase the level of sex hormones by:

  1. a) Maintaining and bringing balance in the sensory perceptions
  2. b) Using Vitamin E (Spondyvit, Sanavitan).
  3. c) Make use of dehydro-epiandrostreron DHEA, Testosteron , Megestrolacetate,
  4. d) Oestrogen, RU 486 and Trichosantin.

THIRD

Improve or renew the function of the thymus by providing thymus stimulating medication like Thym-Uvocal, Thymoject, TP-1 Serono, Thymopentin, Timunox. Also provide extracts of Arborvitae, Inosinptranobex (Inosin, Delimmum, Isoprinosin), Diethylthiocarbamate (Imuthiol, Disulfiram, Antabus), Tuftsin, Tacridin

FOURTH

Improve the interferon mechanism with Kemron (see reference).

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Give the patients antibodies to fight infections by providing intravenous injections with gammaglobulins, called IgA, IgD, IgE, IgF and IgM

SIXTH

Bring HIV under control by providing: Dextran-sulphate; Sklerogamma, Asuro, Bicibon, which is available in see products, fish, crustaceans, alges and cartilage extracts; AL 721 (Essentiale Forte, Lipostabil 300, Ovothin 120; the yolk of an egg, nuts, lecithin, seed oil) and HPA-23.

In addition Johan Van Dongen provides some recommendations as how to treat a number of opportunistic infections that usually go hand in hand with HIV/AIDS:

– Candidiasis: Use Phaseoline, Ketaconazol (Nizoral)(, Amphotericin- B (Moronal);

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– Cytomegalovirus infection: Ribavirin, Foascarnet, HPMMPC (Stals).

– Eppstein-bar-virus infection : Procaine, Lidocaine. Gargling three times a day with

sunflower oil.

– Pneumocystis carinii pneumonia: TMS and pentamidine.

– Kaposi sarcoma Inducing an electrical current to the water while bathing.

– Toxoplasmosis: TMS

– Cryptococcosis: Amphothericin B (Moronal)

– Isoporosis: Ketaconazol (Nizoral), Fluconazol, TMS

– Herpes simplex, type 1 and 2: Ointment or injections with Zovirax.

– Tuberculosis : Rifabutin

Treatment of infected patients should be adapted to the symptoms and clinical results. Following medicaments can be made available rather easily and are useful as a basic therapy for almost all aids patients and seropositive.

– 3x 1 tablet Hypericin (Hyperforat, Psychotonine, Aristoforat, Esbericum);

– 3 x 1 tablet Zinkorotrat;

– 3x 1 tablet Thym-Uvocal;

– 2 x 1 tablet Pentosanpolysulfat SP54:

– 1 x tablet Spondyvit

– For men: 3 x 1 tablet Andriol

-For women: 1 x 1 capsule of Oestrofeminal

A Book By Author Joel Savage, Sharing The Experience Of How To Take Care Of An Aids Patient Without Any Fear Of Health Hazard.

Aids Doesn’t Discriminate, So Why Do We?

Thousands of people living with HIV/AIDS face discrimination daily at many places, including working place. When you love a person dearly, there wouldn’t be any room for discrimination in whatever situation you may find the person.

The fact that many fail to realize that aids patients are normal human beings who are sick and therefore need love, care, and respect in the community they live, shows the cruelty of this world. Love conquers all, but where is the love for HIV and AIDS patients?

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Dedicated to  HIV/AIDS victims worldwide, Aids Doesn’t Discriminate, So Why Do We? Is a book that eliminates the fears of caring for such patients and brings the human side to the forefront.

The Author

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Joel Savage is a freelance writer, who enjoys the challenges of creativity and adventure. The son of a prolific journalist, Joel follows his father’s footsteps and starts writing at a very tender age. Joel considers his work as a pure genre of creative nonfiction .

He was born in Cape Coast, in the Central Region of Ghana, on January 19, 1957. Joel had his secondary school education at both Ebenezer Secondary School and Accra High School. He later studied at Ghana Institute of Journalism in Accra, Ghana. In 1985 he naturalized as a Sierra Leonean and of Belgium in 2008.

Joel wrote feature articles as a freelance writer for the Daily Graphic, the Ghanaian Times, and the Weekly Spectator in Accra for a certain period. Accredited card-holding member of Flemish Journalists Association, he lives in Antwerp, Belgium, with his wife and three children.

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