Chapter 21

I decided to bite the bullet and trenched my power ... the power provider ran natural gas in the same trench. Oooh ... Sparks and flammables in close proximity. How exciting.

The cost was right at eighty thousand ... it was worth it. I no longer have to shit in a bag and pack it out. It only takes one time to have a bag of fermenting shit burst to make paying for power a good deal.

We eventually contacted a kit manufacturer and were offered the best of good deals. Deposit paid ... unit delivered two years ago ... never assembled ... purchase uncompleted ... two bedrooms, huge fireplace, three baths, living room kitchen combination. Class act kitchen equipment ... all we had to do was pick it up. The address was about two days away. We drove up.

And that’s where things got complicated.

The man who made the down payment pissed someone off. A rather militant someone. A sovereign citizen member. (The New South Wales Police Force Counter Terrorism and Special Tactics Command assessed that members of the anti-government sovereign citizen movement posed a potential terrorist threat.) No possible connection between the purchaser and the movement has been proven ... but ... the day after posting building permits across the road from a Movement day camp (read training ground), the purchaser’s wife called the police to report him missing. Two years have passed and still not a word, phone call or letter has appeared. No trace.