I often have a feeling that I'm on the Truman show, but Adora BatBrat show instead. Well, not just a feeling - it's the true.There actually is a syndrome named after that movie.
But I, of course, are being under surveillance secretive for real. They keep me in oblivion, but sometimes they slip and I'm closing in on them.
Today I found the camera following me on IKEA.
Two seconds after I took this picture two "electric workers" picked it down and mumbled it was something wrong with the wires.
Yeah, right!