Saturday, May 31, 2014
Friday, May 23, 2014
PROTESTS # 251-300 MAY 23, 2014- AUGUST 07, 2014
PROTEST#
300…HARASSMENT IN WORDS: YOU ARE A FUCKING EMPLOYEE…HARASSMENT WITHOUT WORDS:
WEB PAGES MOCKERY
August 07, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
While the security guard share my web pages to make me feel stupid I'll
have a photo to share with my followers. I already have enough of them in my
album, I do not need more. Today, this repeated action shows me that the
endless harassment will be forever and my posts will have as protagonist the
Security team.
Around 4:17 PM suddenly I heard a man behind me saying: "You're
a fucking employee" he passed by my side very quickly and then
ran to the Bank building preventing me to see his face. When he took the
revolving door I could see a short, heavy, old man with white hair, wearing
dark glasses.
Whenever I feel harassed, I will document the protest so the world can
understand why I call this nightmare: BANK OF AMERICA MY KILLER.
PROTEST# 299… "SILENCE DOES NOT MEAN THAT NOTHING THERE IS TO
SAY” August 06, 2014 from 10:27 AM to 6:34 PM
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
PROTEST#
298… THE SECURITY GUARD HAD THE NERVE TO COME TO ME WITH HIS CYNICAL FACE…
August 5, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
This is the first time that I had to scream to prevent the security
guard approaches to me and claim for a picture I took it.
GET AWAY FROM ME! STAY AWAY FROM MY SIDE!
I couldn't believe it that this is the fourth time in a week that
Bank of America's security team made another meeting to sabotage my protests
and harassing me
The despair angered me when I saw the police who on June 12, 2014 held a
meeting with the security guard to mockery at me. On this occasion they used
the police’s hat to hide the cell phone and circulated it. The purpose was to prevent
me be aware of their miserable games.
When the wretched action of today took place I just took pictures of
them, this was my immediate reaction to let them know I understood their
messages. The security guard attempted to talk to me about a picture but I
refused to do so.The repeated action had impacted me too much that I felt sick,
it raised my blood pressure. I was on tears and I couldn't continue my protest.
I left at 4:00PM
A MESSAGE TO BANK OF AMERICA:
Please stop using your security team to harass me. I've complied
with your orders of not going to the public sidewalk since you told me it is
bank’s property. I'm dying between two barriers near the edge of a street with
traffic. My protests are time life time; and I will be by your side
until my death.
PROTEST#
297…FORCED TO REDUCE POSTS’ INFO
August 4, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
…NO MORE
ENTERTAINMENT FOR BANK’S SECURITY OFFICERS
…THERE ARE ENOUGH
STORIES TO ENJOY, LAUGH AND MOCKERY
Today one of the Bank security officers was appointed to work on his
cell phone the whole shift, around 5 hours. I was surprised to see a person
wearing security uniform spend so much time in front of me using social media.
The Bank must pay very well to make me feel a fool. I've already
accustomed to tricks that security officers made to deceive me even when they
hide the cell inside a police’s cap to circulate, as I've already seen it
before.
By my previous posts #295 and # 296 the
world can judge my decision to prevent being a protagonist of gossip and others
enjoy my pain.
I just want to say to all those who know me and those who have
never seen me, that I live miserable, I have no money, or job neither
peace of mind but I have dignity, honesty, morality and over all I am a woman
of word. My physical appearance is just a character that allows me to see life
and death in a visible form.
PROTEST#
296 …RETURNING THE PSYCHOLOGICAL TORTURE FROM BANK OF AMERICA
August 1, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
ONE BUTTON IS ENOUGH SAMPLES TO THE SHIRT
Today I was convinced that Bank of America returned to the strategy of
using paid people to sabotage my protests. The game begins when the guard
invites his security team to open my web pages. While they look my pages or
swap cell phones, they look at me and laugh. This activity ends in gossip,
mockery and has been a daily routine.
Most of the time I just let this unprofessional action goes. I express
my frustration filling my unpublished story with images that say more than
words. These photos are samples from the documentary.
...SECURITY GUARD
HOLDING THE POLICEMAN’S HAT TO CIRCULATE THE PHONE
PROTEST # 295...ANOTHER DAY THAT I WAS LABELED AS STUPID AND
MY WEB PAGES WERE AN ENTERTAINMENT
July 31, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
HE WHO LAUGHS LAST LAUGHS BEST…
A gossip party of today has increased the pages of my most MISERABLE chapter
of my forthcoming book. The gathering was over at 2:30 PM but being an
immobilized observer made the rest of my day more MISERABLE than
it was.
PROTEST # 294… SOME VISITORS I PREFER NOT TO KNOW WHO THEY ARE
York, July 30, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
When visitors come to me to ask for a flyer of my case or take a
picture, I please them without asking who they are or where they come from.
When they ask me about what happened with Bank of America, I suggest reading
the poster of my body or visiting my website. At noon, a young woman asked me
information about my case with the bank. She expressed to me her interest on
bank’s issues. I gave her a flyer.
Later, a Colombian well educated man and his daughter talked with me for
long time. The conversation became interesting; they gave me support and
strength to continue demanding justice.
Minutes later a woman approached to me asking what happened with Bank of
America. I asked her to read the poster of my body. She did it. It seemed that
my story had impacted her. I offered a flyer with my information, immediately
she refused to take it saying she could not because she was an employee of Bank
of America. Her contempt bothered me; my story might stay longer in her mind
than a simple paper in her hand.
PROTEST # 293…AROUND MY BARRIERS
July 29, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Sometimes I feel that the street for me is like a large piece of paper
that gives me the opportunity to write what I see and perceive. At the same
time my protest is an expression of frustration for people. Just an insect that
comes to my costume give me inspiration. A baby left on a hot pavement while
Dad is looking for a taxi hold my breath. An order of food left on a dirty
floor produce me nausea.
The people who work with enthusiasm and honesty always motivated me.
Today a group of people promoting energy drinks caught my attention. They were
very organized and polite. One of the guys came to me and gave me a free
sample. These drinks support Mental Sharpness and Physical Energy but I feel
that my sedentary routine does not require it.
PROTEST # 292 …TODAY I WAS SURPRISED WITH PEOPLE DOING
BUSINESS IN THE STREETS
July 28, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
I became friends with a man who sells bus tours in Times Square. He is
from Africa and speaks four languages: Arabic, French, English and Spanish. He
has 2 masters degrees and came to the United States trying to do another
master.
Today I was in shock when he informed me how other coworkers deceive and
steal money from tourists when they pay by cash and don't speak English. On
several occasions he had helped tourists to solve problems when they find out
that the tour was not what they paid for.
Other dishonest people are those who sell bracelets for good luck. He
was surprised when a man pulled out from a tourist wallet $20.00, then he put
another bracelet in the other hand and pulled out another extra $20.00. Two
cheap bracelets came out for $40.00.
PROTEST # 291…9 LONG HOURS OF A LONG DAY…ACTION…EMOTIONS… SURPRISES
July 25, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
A large protest, police, police vehicles, ambulances, helicopters,
tourists, and people on the street were all I saw during the day. I usually use
my protest time to advance in my blogs, today I had no concentration. Very
often I was interrupted.
In the afternoon I received cold drinks from my supporters. I was
surprised by two of them I met last year, they were happy to see me. One was a
Colombian man who bought my book and he was amazed with the story. At
9:00 PM I was still traveling on the train.
PROTEST # 290 …MY FIRST ANNIVERSARY AT THE
TOWER OF BANK OF AMERICA
July 24, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
149 protests/posts....a place where I had police barriers to sabotage my
protest and people to make more difficult my life than it already is. Other
situations were involved when my protests took place: security guards and
police intimidation, harassment and disrespect. I have been deceived by
managers and employees of the bank. I've known people that still faithful
followers and others who simply enjoy seeing me miserable. Life in the street
gives me another type of feelings and most of them involve my heart.
From 2009 to 2010 I made 69 protests in New Jersey and 2 in
Washington DC by the White House. On March 2011 I tried to rebuild my
professional life working at TD bank but my efforts collapsed when the
attorneys of bank of America involved my new job in violation of an agreement
made in court of not contact my employment if I provide information where I was
working.
In each State, I have had remarkable protests. On December 24,
2014 I went to Washington DC to make my protest
#4. I was motivated by a festive message that President Obama sent to
the families of soldiers serving overseas. I decided to spend Christmas Eve by
the White House. I wear my original white ghost costume. The streets were
covered with snow. I stood at the top of large accumulation stacked beside the
sidewalk. My protest drew the attention of many tourists whom took pictures
with me. The kids enjoyed me thinking I was a snowman alive.
In the afternoon I felt my feet and hands frozen. It was difficult for
me to hold a large poster I had. The cold temperatures froze my body and
I fell into the snow. An ambulance arrived and paramedics picked me up.
One of them wanted to rip off my costume to give me medical assistance. I
begged to them not to do so. My mask was removed and I lost it. Finally
they let me stay inside the ambulance until I got warmed up. On October 19,
2010 exactly a year of my last day of employment at the bank I made protest#
44 the most devilish. The manager who ruined my life at the bank
came to see me. I was horrified, I thought never see that woman again.
In New York, the most miserable protests are on the first
page of my blog.. 70 protests were made in different offices
of Bank of America. Today I was impressed by a young girl who suddenly appeared
in front of me to read my body's poster. Also the sun reflecting surprised me
when I saw my poster inside the bank.
PROTEST # 289…SPECIAL THANKS TO MY FAITHFUL L VISITORS WHO
BRING ME COLD DRINKS... ANOTHER DEVASTATED DAY
July 23, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today is one of the three most special events that have happened in my
life, and this is the second year that let it go unattended.
To my loved ones: never feel that I've forgotten you, in this
unwanted separation, my heart is close to you. Please love me and pray for me
at this time of my life that is when I need it most.
PROTEST # 288 …I LEARNED HOW TO READ BODY LANGUAGE WHEN
THE WORDS ARE NOT SPOKEN OR HEARD.
July 22, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today upon my arrival at Bank of America, the police officer on duty
gave me a strange look; he seemed surprised to see me. He made a phone call and
minutes later another officer appeared. After a meeting, the new officer
approached to me to read my poster. He returned to his partner and had another
conversation. Using a cellular they reviewed web pages. Nobody told me
anything; I assumed that my blog was my business card.
A boy gave me an umbrella, this generous gift I decorated with evil
words: "Bank of America my killer”. I waited for
someone from Bank’s security to take a picture of my umbrella as they always do
when they feel that the name of Bank of America has been
attacked, but they did not.
PROTEST# 287...MY PROTEST ATTRACTS PEOPLE ALL AGES…INCLUDING
FLIES
July 21, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today was a sunny and quiet day. The noises from ambulances and police’s
cars on emergency were less than other days. This compensated my stressful
weekend and the obstacles I found on my way to the Bank.
A group of teenagers stood in front of me. They were attracted by my
posters and began to read it with a sad face. One of the girls observed I had a
new bottle of water and asked me if I was fasting for not drinking it. Other
girl asked me if I was Muslim. Their innocent questions touched my heart and I
asked them permission to take a picture. A fly was halted by my body’s poster.
I refused to kill it. I let it free as I do with others disgusting
animals.
PROTEST# 286…TWO HELLS COMBINED…ANOTHER PROTEST IN LESS THAN
24 HOURS
July 18, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Writing helps me to clear my mind from everyday stress, but today my
mind was not connected with my hand. It was a day with lot of action. I felt
that my two hells were together. The area where I do my protest is equal
to the area where I'm going to sleep. I have no peace on mind or freedom. The
streets are always in constant police surveillance. The noise from emergency
vehicles and people with no respect for others are heard often. In addition the
heat in both places feels my body melt.
This week I have learned a lot about the
miseries of others, some stories touched my heart and became part of my
journal.Today in less than 24 hours I saw another protest, but this time more
crowded. The protests bring me sadness because that is a way to seek justice
and this is what I had to do for the rest of my life
PROTEST# 285 …NYC THE TOWN OF ADVERTISING AND POSTERS
July 17, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
LES MISERABLES…A word that means a lot to me
LES MISERABLES this poster is located at a right place, just
in front of the Tower of Bank of America. I live miserable, but there is a kind
of miserable people who are around me, they don't live in misery and are
miserable in the lower meaning of the word.
In the morning, by the corner of the Tower, was a large poster
advertising a Spanish restaurant. A man with a missing arm handed out menus but
most of people refused to take it. In the afternoon three bicycles toured the
street displaying large posters
On my way to the train station I found a protest related to issues
between Israelis and Palestinian.
PROTEST# 284... .THE CITY WAS CONGESTED... A POLICE OFFICER
SHOWED ME COURTESY
July 16, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today in the afternoon the city was crowded, many people passed by my
side. A large truck was parked next to the train station. Someone informed me
that a movie called "unforgettable" was being held.
The Homeless dog and its owner that once captivated my heart were in
front of me. I noticed they were looking good, especially the dog.
At the end of the day, the sun was shining, and again the reflection of light
made me feel optical allusion of being inside the Bank. I was distracted with
this impossible to occur. On my way home, at the train station I was surprised
by a police officer who opened the emergency exit so I could enter my
wheelbarrow. This act of courtesy meant a lot to me.
PROTEST# 283…THE BAD WEATHER ALLOWED ME FOUR HOURS OF
PROTESTING
July 15, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
My first visitor of this morning was a man who remembered me old times
of work. He told me that he had been a happy customer of Fleet Bank until it
was taken over by Bank of America. My protests are to me strength that born in
the deep silence of long suffering life that lead me into sadness. They are
like an endless job with the image of death. Every day they become part of me
and it is difficult to leave or stop it.
Today I wanted to hold on it, but the rain prevented me from doing so.
One of my protectors convinced me to finish it due to the heavy downpour. He
helped me to get my stuff.
PROTEST# 282...MY MISERY IS TRAVELING AROUND THE WORLD
July 14, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today, my thoughts were with those people that are on the other side of
the Earth, and they are attracted to my misery. Lately the number of followers
has increased and this motivated me to write this note:
Спасибо за меня и времени вы тратите, чтение моей веб-страниц. Вашему
вниманию показывает мне, что мои страдания не имеет границ, не имеет ни язык,
ни барьеры и можно прикоснуться к миру. Я всегда буду благодарен для остальной
части моей жизни людям, которые были вдохновлены мой рассказ. Слов недостаточно
выразить мою самую искреннюю благодарность.
Thanks for following me and for the time you spend reading my web pages.
Your attention shows me that my misery has no borders, has no language, nor
barriers, and can touch the world. I will always be grateful for the rest of my
life to the people who were inspired by my story.
Words are not enough to express my most sincere gratitude.
PROTEST# 281… THREE MORE PROTESTERS KEPT THE BANK’S SECURITY
IN ALERT
July 11, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today the sidewalk of Bank of America had new protesters. The problems
were related to foreclosure homes in Connecticut. The woman who led the protest
I had already known since last year. I had explained to her the obligations
that are acquired when a bank buys debts to other financial institutions.
In my opinion, she does not admit that Chase took over her original bank
and her mortgage was sold to Bank of America, which it is now her new
lender. She does not accept any of these banks to pay her debt. As a
result of failure to pay the mortgage, her house is now in foreclosure. I could
not give her support since my problems are completely apart from banking products
or accounts. Someone impressed me with the way to make money while also
advertising. Carrying just a frame was in enough to attract people.
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PROTEST# 280...
VENDORS AND PUBLICITY DISTRIBUTORS KEPT ME DISTRACTED
July 10, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Upon my arrival to the Tower of Bank of America I found people doing
business by the sidewalk. The wide area attached to the marble’s hall attracts
many people who want to promote their business. I observed a young guy trying
to distribute menus from an Indian restaurant. Most passers-by refused to take
his brochure. The frustration was in his face. Suddenly he came to ask me if I
was from India. Before answering his question, he left a menu on my cart.
A girl had a peculiar way to stop people passing by her side. Frequently
asked: Are you friendly? Most of the people had responded her
with a smile but then went. Later a guy caught my attention.. He sat in one of
the barriers and rested his feet on a shopping cart while he was turning a
cartel with religious words.
PROTEST# 279…A NICE
POLICE WOMAN WAS TOUCHED BY MY MISERABLE DAY
July 9, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today I was surprised by the greeting of a young policewoman. She came
to me concerned about the long hours that I had remained under the sun. She
recommended me to drink plenty of water and move around to get away from the
heat. I feel very grateful for her humanitarian advice; I never imagined that
my misery was a concern. She was right, but my mind is determined to overcome
high temperatures and survive with a bottle of water. I don't have any kind of
life; all I do is to die daily to show my truth.
PROTEST # 278…BEATING
THE HEAT….A CAR ACCIDENT BY MY SIDE…
July 8, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today I survived eight hours under the heat with a bottle of water.
In the afternoon two taxi drivers were involved in an accident at the
intersection where I am protesting. They parked the cars behind me to see
damages, but the driver who caused the collision run away. The other driver
took a picture of the license plate and chased the driver. I was talking to one
of my frequent visitors and ran after the taxis to help the tracker driver.
PROTEST# 277…COLOMBIAN PEOPLE MADE MY DAY
July 7, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Only special events prevent me to face my daily hell. I'm so used to this miserable life that Bank of America forced me to live that when I'm away I miss it. Today I met Colombian people. A lady was captivated by my story and bought two books: my American Dream and the American Nightmare. They made my day of 8 hours.
PROTEST#
276 … A DISNEY CHARACTER TOUCHED MY HEART… AMERICAN PATRIOTISM ON THE AIR…
July 01, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today on my way to hell I was surprised by a man wearing a costume of
Elmo. He asked me to take a photo with him. He put his hands on my shoulders
saying: this character that I represent is not just for people full
of life, it is also for those who are alive but they feel like dead.
He made my day. Later on, a group of young people passing by my side were
cheering on me. Their patriotic spirit was amazing.
PROTEST#
275… PEOPLE AROUND ME FILL PAGES OF MY JOURNAL….THE POWER OF SABOTAGE
New York, June 30, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Being in the street gives me the opportunity to see how the world works.
Just watching people around me, I can perceive an image of their real life. I
can look funny, ridiculous, silly, crazy, stupid etc. in the eyes of some, but
this does not prevent me to express my feelings as they are.
Today in the afternoon, the Bank of America’s Tower was surrounded by a
group of vendors. They were stopping people walking along the public sidewalk
and the selective pavement of marble that the bank has. They were
standing near the building and several employees of the tower were attracted to
them. They were not accused of trespassing bank property as they did to me for
being a foot ahead of the barrier on the public sidewalk.
PROTEST#
274 …MY POSTER MAKES REACT UNHAPPY PEOPLE WITH BANK OF AMERICA... MY HELPLESS
DOG SURPRISED ME.
June 27, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
People who have been attracted to my protest and have had an experience
negative with Bank of America are identified with me and want to express their
support. Some do it with rude words when referring to the bank; others give me
thanks for spreading my story. Since I go out of my four walls only I've heard
people who agree with me.
Today I saw the homeless woman and her dog that broke my heart several
times. I've always been curious about her sign where it says is pregnant.
Her body only shows fatness. I was happy to see the dog walking
normally. Perhaps today he did not work and looked better than the last time I
saw him.
PROTEST
# 273… POLICE BESIDE ME... MY FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION WAS RESPECTED
June 26, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today when I was returning to my protest a festival of Asian food was
taking place in a small area of Times Square. There were two police barriers at
the entrance and it caught my attention. When I got to the bank, a Police
officer was walking by my side. He stopped to ask me what I was doing. I
replied: I'm just standing in front of Bank of America, the
bank knows I'm here and I guess also the police. The officer
began to read my sign and asked me if I worked for the bank. He was very polite
and I explained the reason for my protest. Without more words, he said: “Everything
is fine.”
I assumed the officer was working for the City and not for the bank
because he did not ask me to move out to the other side of the street. The bank
already had the security team on duty. A group of people leaving the building
were attracted by my poster. Some of them took pictures.
PROTEST#272…
FIRST VISITORS: TWO PEOPLE LOOKING FOR BANK OF AMERICA... BARRIERS’ CLEANING
DAY
June 24, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today I've done half a day of protest. A special event I have to attend
overcomes a regular day of misery. Upon my arrival at Bank of America’s Tower I
found people cleaning the barriers where I leave many hours of my life. This
made my morning.
Minutes later, two women appeared to be lost while they were looking at
my poster and the Tower. The bright red with the name of Bank of America on my
poster is more striking than the one with gray that the building has. They
asked me where the bank was. I just pointed to them the office.
PROTEST#271…
LETTING LONG HOURS HOLDING A MISERABLE DAY...
June 23, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today I stood before my hell nine hours. I still feel tired of
being under the sun for long hours.. While the world knows my story I don't mind to be
hostage of time. There is always someone attracted to my miserable life.
A woman who was passing by with her family had surprised me. She
approached to me saying in loud voice: "I believe you; I was
employed by Bank of America". The lady was excited to see me, also
said she had worked for 12 years and had a bad experience with the bank.
PROTEST#270…
MY NEW POSTER FLASHES ON PEOPLE SIGHT…A TOUCH OF MELANCHOLY
June 20, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Traveling on a train with a large poster over the body is like carrying
a X-RAY plate available to public’s view. Many people show me their
sympathy in different ways: thumb up, clapping, and the most common way by
pictures and words of support.
Today memories of a special event in my life put me in a gloomy mood.
Since I am living miserable I have no other choice but to come to terms with an
unwanted separation from friends and family. This makes me feel quite sad and
alone.
At the end of the day I stopped on the public sidewalk area which I has
been banned by Bank of America. I wanted to change barriers where I am destined
to remain.
PROTEST
# 269... JUST A RAINY DAY... THE WATER GLIDED GENTLY BY MY NEW POSTER
June 19, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today I overcame the rain, for a long time I was under my
umbrella. I got distracted watching the reactions of people when they saw my
poster. Some asked me permission to take pictures, others just did it.
At the end of the day a visitor caught my attention. This was a Jewish
young man who spends time reading the poster. He was
captivated by my story and gave me money donation. His attitude surprised
me since I never thought he would be interested in my misery.
PROTEST#
268… NEW POSTER….FIRST VISITOR SOMEONE FROM BANK OF AMERICA'S SECURITY
June 18, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Thirty minutes after exposing my new poster a man from bank’s security
came to me with a camera. I approached to the poster but he told me that he
needs just a picture of the poster. I was surprised by this visit since I have
nothing dangerous hidden between the sides. My story is the same, writing by
hand, using a printer or made in a professional manner. My poster should not be
a concern for the bank’s security.
My poster is an expression of what I feel and what Bank of America means
to me "A KILLER". I agreed to not pass to the public
sidewalk since bank’s security informed me that it belongs to the bank, but I
am not going to allow no one to take away my freedom to express my feelings. My
new poster was made possible by money donations from my supporters, who also
suggested me how to make it more attractive to the eyes of the people. This
investment has given good results; it has impressed many people including train
passengers.
On the other hand my poster is suitable for me, is water-proof, this is
an easy piece to show without clips. Although it is lightweight, it feels like
a heavy cross that Bank of America forced me to carry for the rest of my
life.
PROTEST
# 267… MY THOUGHTS WERE WITH MY NEW POSTER… IT SHOULD BE ATTRACTIVE AS THE AREA OF MY PROTEST
June 17, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today I was counting the hours to pick up my new poster. Many reasons
considered to upgrade the big poster showing my history... Times Square is an
elegant area with digital advertising. I think that the presentation of my
protest is more attractive if the poster is professionally edited.
A disturbed man sitting on the sidewalk of the bank caught my attention.
He spoke without coordination of his words as he lifted his arms. No one
called an ambulance to take him to a psychiatric hospital. This shows me that
anyone can sit on the property of the bank, express how it feels while it does
not go against the bank.
PROTEST#
266… STUDENTS INSIDE THE TRAIN WERE IMPACTED BY MY CART’S POSTER…
June 16, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today in the morning when I was riding the train, suddenly a group of
students arrived with their teachers. Those who sat in front of me began to
read my small poster that I have in my cart. Other students and a teacher came
to read it too.
Some students wrote the name of my web pages while others were copying
the information. I had never seen guys from middle school so interested in my
story. One of them told me they were going to an Academy of Public
Relations. A teacher lifted her thumb up to support me. I am updating my
presentation for the summer. Today someone noticed the new poster that hangs on
my body. Very soon I will have the poster that speaks for me; one
professionally done. I'm sure will attract many people.
PROTEST#
265… JUST WATER ON MY WAY…BEGINNING WITH RAIN ENDING IN STORM
New York, June 13, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today my protest was a regular day; I don’t have any special event.
Although the day was threatened by rain the city didn't lose the spirit of the
weekend. Many tourists were in the streets and some of them took pictures of
me. Two ladies approached me to express their disappointment with regard to
their experiences as customers of Bank of America. One of them was very upset
and asked me to publish her experience to prevent people open accounts with the
bank. As I have always said, my problem is not related to products or services
this time I couldn't please my visitor.
I ended the day with an impressive storm.
PROTEST
# 264… BEING MISERABLE DOESN'T MEAN TO BE STUPID... PLEASANT MEETING WITH A
POLICE OFFICER
June 12, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today was another day full of emotions; some touched my heart and left
me in tears. Others hit my soul filling with hatred. I am writing this page to
the person who sees me every day and use my blogs to make fun of me. If this is
included in the salary enjoy it! The evidences that I have are enough to fill
one of the chapters of my forthcoming book.
After having a miserable morning more than usual, I had a little peace
in the afternoon. I was excited to see a Police Officer I met last year
when he was working for the bank’s security. His kindness and respect
towards the public had impressed me much. Today he came to greet me and advised
me to take care being near to the edge of the road. His words of concern put me
in tears, since I didn't expect he would talk to me. Two vendors caught my
attention. One related to human rights and the other its advertising style.
PROTEST#
263… GRILLING BY THE TOWER'S SIDEWALK…HOT FOOD VENDOR IS WELCOME BUT NOT A
QUIET BOOKS SELLER
June 11, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today I spent 9 hours in front of Bank of America; I'm trying to recover
hours lost due to rain. The day was windy but I could overcome it. Some of my
friends visited me and they made my day. Something ironic to me is to see that
the security of Bank of America Tower allows vendors to prepare and sell hot
food in the public sidewalk they claim belongs to the bank. My books only need
a small space and it not leaves grease on the floor. They do not allow me to
put my cart a foot in front of the barrier because this is trespassing bank
property but today food’s seller could take a large space.
PROTEST
# 262… JUST ANOTHER LONG DAY…. ANY CHANGE IN ROUTINE IS A CAUSE FOR CURIOSITY
June 10, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today I did 8 hours of protest. Yesterday the raining day forced
me to stay between four walls and not two barriers. My life is miserable in
both places, but I prefer to be in front my hell.
The first two hours I sat down facing East, I wanted to change my
tedious daily view: a glass wall displaying the name of Bank of America and bank security team's looks. I
found it better to see how the clouds becoming dark and answer the greeting of
taxi drivers and tour buses that stop behind me.
As soon I turned my face towards the Tower, the security guard
came to ask me if something was wrong or if I was sleeping. I just said this
position allows me to stretch my legs without going to the public sidewalk,
which is owned by the Bank.
POST #
261… PUERTO RICAN PARADE... MANY HAPPY FACES VS MY MISERABLE FACE...A DARK SPOT
ON A BRIGHT, SUNNY DAY
New York, June 08, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
This is the second year that I can observer the pride of a community
that for years has been bastions of our Hispanic Culture. This year I was at
the same place as last year, with my back to the darkness of Bank of America
and facing the joy and happiness of the participants of the Puerto Rican day
parade.
I've been in some parades from different nationalities but this is one
of the most impressive. The parade lets you know celebrities, artists and
politicians who successfully contribute to the happiness of the people. My
protests are a daily routine, simple, opaque and full of misery, today was an
exalted, illuminated day that touched my heart.
PROTEST
#260… A DISAPPOINTING EVENT BROKE MY HEART... SOMEONE SURPRISED ME WITH A
PAMPHLET
June 06, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
This year since I started my protests at the Tower of Bank of
America I have seen a woman with a dog sitting on the sidewalk across the
street from the Bank. She has a sign that says pregnant and need help. On April
23 on my way home their sad looks caught my attention. My heart breaks whenever
I see the dog lying on the floor motionless inspiring compassion. I have shared
with the woman some money donations I have received.
Today I was in shock when I saw this woman walking very fast and
dragging the poor slow walking dog. She stood on the sidewalk of the train
station to make a phone call, and then returned to force the dog to walk fast
as she. I assumed that the dog is ill or too old and should be treated
with consideration.
Someone after reading my poster handled to me a religious pamphlet
with a picture of a plant at birth. The first paragraph said: Have you been born
again? Without the new birth, you have no hope of escaping the terrors of hell…
This reminded me my previous post mentioning that I was born
twice, the first time to live happy and the second one to die miserable.
Inside the brochure was money donation.
PROTEST
#259... AN AFTERNOON WITH A TOUCH OF MOURNING... INTERESTING VISITORS WHO
SURPRISED ME WITH THEIR SUPPORT
June 05, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
I have met many people through this miserable life I'm living. Some of
them became my loyalty friends and when I see them, they make my day. Others
are just visitors with an empty heart. There is a guy that often brings me a
bottle of water and always gives me his support. A few months ago his sister
died at the age of 52 years from overdose of painkillers. I was shocked by the
news. Today he came very sad to inform me that his other sister 56 years had
died last night from a heart attack while sleeping. The news impressed me much.
Later on, I was surprised by a man recording my posters. He asked me
some questions regarding the situation with Bank of America. He wanted to take
pictures of me on the sidewalk, but I told him that I was not permitted to go
one step from the barrier to the public area because it was owned by the Bank.
He took pictures from the edge of the road. He gave me his business card and
promised me to promote my story on his blogs. He was coming from England.
Minutes later a couple of college graduates also gave me their support.
PROTEST
# 258… OTHER MISERABLE DAY AS ALWAYS… LEARNING TO LIVE WITH THE ROUTINE
June 4, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
A police investigation made to change the route of the train that I
usually take to go to the Bank of America Tower. Arriving late to my protests
is like arriving late to my work and it causes me more stress. Today a young
man who works for the Yankees stopped by me inspired by story. He told me he
was about to open an account with bank of America who is one of the
league’s sponsors but now he would change his mind for what the
bank did to me. Others people already had told me same but I never asked anyone
to close existent accounts.
PROTEST#
257… NO ACTION... WORDLESS ... THE
SILENCE AND MY POSTERS ARE MY CONNECTION TO THE WORLD
June 3, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today my protest was calm; this provided me the peace I need to write
the daily impressions that I am receiving. My next book will be a collection of
unpublished stories and those that have already been published through my
blogs. The protests that do not have any action, that there is no events that
wrecking my feelings are the best. Writing blogs after being under stress 7
hours and travel on congested trains for 2 hours is not an easy task.
Today an employee from the Tower came to ask me if I had been the former
employee of Bank of America that became a public scandal. Some people thought
that my protest of last Friday had ended in an arrest.
PROTEST#
256… DIFFICULT MEMORIES TO FORGET…UNPLEASANT FAVOR FOR A BANK OF AMERICA EMPLOYEE
June 2, 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
The shocking event from my previous protest still drilling my
mind, it is been hard for me to rid of the sad reaction of the Chinese lady who
was fired by Bank of America. This happening has giving me a deep insight of
how people perceive, judge, see and feel when others are expressing frustration
and despair.
During this event, I saw people laughing, mocking and having fun
with the pain of a miserable woman crying out for help. I was next to few
employees of the Bank and no one tried to comfort her or at least talk
to. They were part of a fun show.
One of the guys who bring food orders to the Bank's employees
asked me to translate some instructions for a surprise birthday breakfast. He
does not speak English and wanted I make the call. Although this request
was not pleasant for me, I agreed to do it.
PROTEST
# 255… A SHOCKING EVENT... AN EMPLOYEE FIRED BY BANK OF AMERICA WAS OUT OF CONTROL...
LEFT ME IN TEARS... TERRIFIED
May 30. 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
My hands still tremble to write this page. I had never seen someone so
angry losing a job. Today a young Chinese girl was fired by Bank of America.
She was out of control expressing her anguish and anger against the bank. Her
desperate attitude filled the sidewalk of the Tower. Her shouts caught the
attention of all passers-by.
The Police put her on handcuffs while she was sitting on the floor
trying to break free. She claimed that her salary was not enough; she was alone
in the United States and had no family. Some Bank of America employees
were watching the event near her. I crossed the public sidewalk impacted
by the scene. When I return to my barriers I found a group of Hispanic tourists
also terrified by the incident. They thought that my protest was linked to what
happened. Finally the young woman was put in an ambulance. Still being inside
she continued screaming in despair. I was very impressed and ended the day in
tears.
See video at you tube bank of America fired employee http://youtu.be/3tD6j4CjkUA
PROTEST#
254… MEETING FRENCH PEOPLE... DISCOURAGEMENT DOESN'T CHANGE MY MIND…..ROACHES
IN MY BARRIERS …
New York, May 29, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today I had not finished preparing my protest when a couple of tourists
asked me permission to take photos. They came from France and my posters caught
their attention. We had a short conversation and they assured me that my story
would be spreading in their social pages as a shocking event found during their
visit to New York. The husband was kneeling at the edge of the road to take a
picture of the Tower and me. Around 2:30pm a woman who was going to pick up an
order of food came to me to ask me if I was not tired of being in front of the
bank. She said that she works for Bank of America. She informed me that the
bank is not doing anything for me and I should abandon my protests. Her
appearance reminded me my last Manager at Bank of America. I didn't feel any connection
with her words. I rather die standing than living kneeling.
I was surprised to see cockroaches coming out underneath of the
barriers. I was distracted observing how they died crushed over my
shadow and the bank property. Other impressions of the day I will write them in
my forthcoming book.
PROTEST
# …253 THE WEATHER AND MY POOR PHYSICAL CONDITIONS SHORTENED MY DAY...
SURPRISED BY A VISITOR
May 28, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today was a very windy day; my hands ached to hold my pushcart and
posters. I felt very tired; I did only 5 hours of protest. I couldn't
sleep because of the pain on my knee. My biggest fear is that if one day I have
to use a wheelchair I would not have any space between the two barriers. The
area which the bank had designated to do my protests does not allow me moving
much.
I was surprised by the visit of a Colombian woman who I met last year.
She spoke with the Manager of the Bank regarding the injustice I went
through. The Manager responded that she agreed with my protest if I had a
permit to do so. At the same time I was told that if I let her visit me I could
lose the privilege of protesting in front of the bank. I hope her visit does
not jeopardize this privilege.
PROTEST#
252… A QUIET AND RAINY DAY….A HIT ON MY WAY...STRENGTH OVERCOME PAIN
May 27, 2014
Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
My protests to me are like the most miserable unpaid work I never had.
Yesterday was Memorial Day a reminder of military heroes who died defending the
freedom of the United States. I stayed at home in their honor. I thought
someday, my military son might be one of them. Today was a quiet day; this
helped me to rely on painkillers to relieve my injured leg. When I was crossing
a street my pushcart with all my protest stuff stumbled in a hole and I fell
over hurting my right knee and left hand. This incident did not prevent me to
continue my miserable destination.
PROTEST#
251... SOMEONE GAVE ME SENSE OF LIBERTY…THE WEATHER PROVIDED ME LOT OF WATER
New York, May 23. 2014
Bank of America Tower
at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave NY
Today I started my protest captivated by one of the characters
that brighten up the area of Times Square. I was drawn to the person that
characterized the Statue of Liberty and the people who enjoyed taking
pictures. I also wanted a photo to change same scenario of being between
two barriers. Even I cannot go a step in front of the barrier since Bank of
America security warned me that the sidewalk is owned by the bank.
The touch of Memorial Day weekend kept me strong for seven hours
and encouraged me to withstand the heavy downpour of the afternoon.
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