(According to European conventional medicine, a so-called psychotic experience with delusions of persecution…)
The application: The trip to and in Tokyo (written in June 2015)
DE (not available in EN yet)
A detailed travel and background report
Dear Sir or Madam,
Thank you for the phone call and for your email of May 14, 2015, with your instructions on how to submit an application.
At this point, however, I would first like to thank you and everyone involved for the many supportive phone calls I was able to have with you from Tokyo and Switzerland.
I will now explain why I had to cut my trip short so abruptly and return to Switzerland immediately. Please excuse the fact that my application is very detailed.
Everything I write in this application is entirely true; exactly as I experienced the trip and the associated difficulties and events, which ultimately forced me to begin my return journey immediately without
waiting for a return flight with your company.
I hope for your understanding and patience regarding the potentially above-average time you may need to spend processing my application.
I. Perspective and Justification of the Treating Physicians:
The doctors at the Psychiatric University Clinic in Zurich assume an exacerbation of my alleged mental illness, i.e., my alleged schizoaffective disorder.
They suspect that my experiences regarding persecution by a well-known organization, classified as a dangerous sect in Switzerland, are merely figments of my imagination.
These poisonings, they claim, were simply states of exhaustion. The significant thoughts of being bugged and persecuted, which I have experienced from my neighbors, who allegedly also belong to this organization, for about a year since they moved in, even before my major trip, are unfortunately also considered significant consequences of a mental illness.
II. Beginning of the Report from My Perspective:
The flight with Turkish Airlines via Istanbul to Tokyo, departing on May 30, 2015, at 7:40 a.m., was regular and offered good service. However, I encountered personal difficulties from Istanbul onward, as I had a strong feeling of being followed.
During the flight from Zurich to Istanbul, I had no such fears, and there were no signs or unusual behaviors from anyone that would have given me cause for concern.
Specifically, after about three to four hours of the flight, I felt like I was being followed, that is, in the area where I was seated. I can tell you exactly where these people were sitting in my immediate vicinity, even though I had never consciously encountered them before.
A surveillance team, or rather a couple, sat two seats to my right and placed their personal belongings on top of mine.
Further along, a man sat two rows behind me, one seat to my left, staring straight ahead. I assumed he was one of the organization’s so-called “thought monitors.”
I felt sorry for him because I could see how intensely focused he must be. Perhaps he had a fear of flying or some other disorder.
In any case, he seemed odd to me. Another surveillance team was sitting in the same row, far left by the window. He was observing me indirectly with his gaze, turned towards me. Perhaps he was gay; I couldn’t say. Or perhaps he was simply moved by my loud outbursts, which I deliberately made only briefly after about six hours of flying, because I didn’t want to draw negative attention to myself and upset the other passengers. Don’t worry, they were just simple, interpretive remarks about these people who made me feel like I was being watched. Some of them visibly grimaced. They made
no attempt to engage me in conversation.
I deliberately sat next to someone else once, an older Japanese man, probably around 60 years old. This happened quite naturally as I was returning to my seat from the restroom. I immediately struck up a conversation with him; he told me about his job and about the
city of Osaka, where he and his family lived. He also gave me a general overview of the economic and technological boom in his country. We ate the meal that had been served, conversing in English and greeting and saying goodbye in Japanese. It was an uplifting experience; I felt honored. My entourage had to acknowledge that I was capable of having a pleasant conversation with an open-minded Japanese person, even on the plane. That was, after all, one of my main reasons for wanting to go to Japan: I wanted to connect with Japanese artists.
I remain fully convinced that my surveillance team desperately wanted me to cooperate with them, especially in Japan, in Tokyo, where this organization and the Japanese mafia are apparently very active, something I simply didn’t know before my trip.
If you are interested in the further contents of my request, I would be happy to send it to you
(available in paper form, approximately 14 A4 pages in total).
Thank you for your interest.
Beat Canonica
Link1: EDA – Information on Japan
Link2: Japanese Embassy in Switzerland
Link3: REGA
Link4: Psychiatric University Hospital Zurich
(Note: My request was granted, and the return travel costs were reimbursed by REGA.)