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Return-Path: <n170823s@ls1.pwh-r1.com> Delivered-To: info@nvqlevel2.com Received: from ls1.pwh-r1.com by ls1.pwh-r1.com with LMTP id 4JZNE4+5hmjSsCIAXQPLDw (envelope-from <n170823s@ls1.pwh-r1.com>) for <info@nvqlevel2.com>; Mon, 28 Jul 2025 05:13:11 +0530 Return-path: <n170823s@ls1.pwh-r1.com> Envelope-to: info@nvqlevel2.com Delivery-date: Mon, 28 Jul 2025 05:13:11 +0530 Received: from n170823s by ls1.pwh-r1.com with local (Exim 4.98.2) (envelope-from <n170823s@ls1.pwh-r1.com>) id 1ugB1K-00000009YrY-1siY for info@nvqlevel2.com; Mon, 28 Jul 2025 05:13:10 +0530 X-Additional-Path-Header: /home/n170823s/public_html/nvqlevel2.com To: info@nvqlevel2.com Subject: NVQlevel2 "59024" Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2025 23:43:07 +0000 From: NVQlevel2 <wordpress@nvqlevel2.com> Reply-To: rio@coldwater.fun Message-ID: <C4R92X9gQuYUOxYQxVFDhDJaTcpjT6yNLQWnpUS4TU@nvqlevel2.com> X-Mailer: PHPMailer 6.9.3 (https://github.com/PHPMailer/PHPMailer) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=UTF-8 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit From: GonzaloVal <rio@coldwater.fun> Subject: 59024 Phone: 83479646955 Message Body: I don’t really know who’s going to read this. Honestly, I’m not expecting much. But I have to write it down, because keeping it inside is getting too heavy. My name doesn’t matter. I’m a student at Bright Future International School in Riyadh. When I first arrived, everything seemed normal — uniforms, schedules, making friends. A bit boring, but safe. After a couple of months, I realized something was seriously wrong. It started small. I’d notice myself thinking in phrases that didn’t feel like mine. Then it was emotions — sudden bursts of anger, then complete emptiness, with no reason at all. Like a switch flips. Then I come back, and everything feels off. At first I thought it was stress. New place, new people. But it’s not stress. It’s directed interference. It’s done by real people — military tech teams and intelligence handlers in Saudi Arabia. I know how that sounds. But once it starts happening every day, you stop caring how it sounds. There are moments when I say something in class and I feel like I’m not the one saying it. I walk past certain areas — like the far hallway near the sports building — and I get this tightness in my chest, like something’s pushing down from above. Not fear — just pressure. I can’t tell anyone. Who would believe me? The school counselor thinks everything is a phase. If I told my family, they’d worry themselves sick or think I’m losing it. If I had known this country lets things like this happen to students, I would’ve never come. I regret it every day. But I’m stuck here for now. I’m not crazy. I just know what’s being done to me. And writing this is the only thing that still feels like mine. This is my truth. That’s all I can say. -- This e-mail was sent from a contact form on NVQlevel2 ([site-url])
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