Hello, my name is Daniel Martindale. I grew up in a large traditional Christian family. I was homeschooled, and finished two years of university before those studies were cut short. During my homeschooling years, at age 13, I underwent a spiritual transformation that has guided me and given me confidence ever since. Another key transformation happened a couple years later when the documentary film "Loose Change" convinced me that my own government was responsible for the terrorist attacks of September 11th 2001. My work experience is large and varied, spanning three continents.
My life overseas began in childhood, and for the last eight years my focus has been on finding my place in Russia. Washington is my enemy because they literally are at war with their own citizens since 2001.
My family started with a prayer by my Mom, for the Lord to give her a husband who would fit specific criteria. The Lord miraculously arranged for my parents to meet and be married in 1984. I have three older half-siblings who were born before my parents were married. I am my parents' second child together, born in February 1991. I also have two younger siblings. My Dad worked on farms as a hired hand or as an agronomist. My mom stayed home to keep house and educate her children up to ninth grade.
My mom was my teacher up until ninth grade. I finished ninth and tenth grades on my own. For eleventh and twelfth grades I studied in university, Indiana Institute of Technology in Fort Wayne, Indiana. Those two years of high-school studies in university counted as my first two years of studies to receive a bachelor's degree in mechanical engineering.
My university studies were cut short by my family's sudden return to north-eastern China in 2009. We had previously lived there in 2002. My Dad's hope was to start production of an agricultural tillage implement in China for the Chinese market. At first I worked as project engineer and studied Chinese in a local technical college. Among my classmates were students from the nearby Russian cities of Vladivostok and Ussuriysk. After a few months of study I began interpereting for my Dad. My hope during that time was that I and my family would be in China if America were to start a war with China. Financial problems forced my family to return to the USA in 2010 where I would continue to work for my dad until our next attempt to establish ourselves in China in 2015. This second attempt also failed, but I don't count it as a loss because we became friends with Russians from Primorye and Khabarovsk regions. I even attempted to marry a lady from Khabarovsk. After returning to the USA in 2017 I continued working for my Dad for a short period before returning to China by myself that same year. Before going to work in China, I visited Russia shortly to get closure in my failed attempt to get married. Nonetheless, my interest in a future in Russia remained strong.
My university studies were cut short by my family's sudden return to north-eastern China in 2009. We had previously lived there in 2002. My Dad's hope was to start production of an agricultural tillage implement in China for the Chinese market. At first I worked as project engineer and studied Chinese in a local technical college. Among my classmates were students from the nearby Russian cities of Vladivostok and Ussuriysk. After a few months of study I began interpereting for my Dad. My hope during that time was that I and my family would be in China if America were to start a war with China. Financial problems forced my family to return to the USA in 2010 where I would continue to work for my dad until our next attempt to establish ourselves in China in 2015. This second attempt also failed, but I don't count it as a loss because we became friends with Russians from Primorye and Khabarovsk regions. I even attempted to marry a lady from Khabarovsk. After returning to the USA in 2017 I continued working for my Dad for a short period before returning to China by myself that same year. Before going to work in China, I visited Russia shortly to get closure in my failed attempt to get married. Nonetheless, my interest in a future in Russia remained strong.
My job in China didn't last long due to a disagreement with my boss, so I had to chose where to go next. I choose Russia. At first I just taught English, but soon found an opportunity to study Russian in Vladivostok. I started studying Russian in 2018 and planned to start regular University studies in 2019, but was deported for not properly following the labor laws for foreign students. I left Russia and worked briefly in Thailand and the USA before attempting to begin studies in Gorkiy, Belarus.
Upon arrival in Minsk, I was rejected entry because my deportation from Russia would be in effect until May 9th 2024. I had flown to Minsk by way of Kiev, so the Belarus border police sent me back there. Upon arrival in Kiev, the Ukrainian airport staff tried to force me to return to my airport of first departure, New York JFK airport, but I refused, feeling disgust at the thought of becoming trapped again within my worst enemy's reach. Thanks to my parents' old friends, Ukrainian immigrants from New York state, I was given a place to stay with their relatives in Kiev.
Still hoping to find a university to study veterinary medicine inexpensively, like in Russia, I searched out a university in Kharkov where classes were taught in Russian. I would have stayed there to study if it hadn't been for the corruption that I found there. The Dean in charge of foreign students went so far as to tell me that I had not only chosen the wrong university, but the wrong country too. I decided not to argue with him, and left the Ukraine for Poland to find an opportunity to study. I succeeded in quickly mastering the Polish language, but COVID19 prevented me from matriculating. Thanks to special Polish immigration laws that were adopted in response to the pandemic, I was not forced to return to the USA. Most of my time in Poland I lived in a church in a small village near Katowice. There I worked various jobs, from welder, painter, to English teacher. I was always busy.
Upon arrival in Minsk, I was rejected entry because my deportation from Russia would be in effect until May 9th 2024. I had flown to Minsk by way of Kiev, so the Belarus border police sent me back there. Upon arrival in Kiev, the Ukrainian airport staff tried to force me to return to my airport of first departure, New York JFK airport, but I refused, feeling disgust at the thought of becoming trapped again within my worst enemy's reach. Thanks to my parents' old friends, Ukrainian immigrants from New York state, I was given a place to stay with their relatives in Kiev.
Still hoping to find a university to study veterinary medicine inexpensively, like in Russia, I searched out a university in Kharkov where classes were taught in Russian. I would have stayed there to study if it hadn't been for the corruption that I found there. The Dean in charge of foreign students went so far as to tell me that I had not only chosen the wrong university, but the wrong country too. I decided not to argue with him, and left the Ukraine for Poland to find an opportunity to study. I succeeded in quickly mastering the Polish language, but COVID19 prevented me from matriculating. Thanks to special Polish immigration laws that were adopted in response to the pandemic, I was not forced to return to the USA. Most of my time in Poland I lived in a church in a small village near Katowice. There I worked various jobs, from welder, painter, to English teacher. I was always busy.
For my whole stay in Poland, I was constantly oppressed by a strong homesickness, not for the USA, but for Russia. Honestly, I began to feel this homesickness right after I was deported from Russia in 2019.
Early in 2022, I became convinced that the western elite were determined to start a war in Ukraine in order to distract the world from the criminal scam that were COVID19 and some of its related vaccinations. I left for the Ukraine in mid-February by bicycle. I intended to cross the frontline between The Ukraine and The Donetsk People's Republic near Maryinka before the start of a major war. I didn't make it on-time. I got stuck in L'vov until February 24th.
Next came my battle to escape from the hands of well-meaning people all across the Ukraine who would try to stop me from traveling further east into the danger zone, the warzone in the Donetsk region. I was fortunate enough to get a ride in a minivan from L'vov to Kiev. Next I traveled to Priluki, Chernigov region by bicycle with a long and dangerous stop in Yagotin, Kiev region.
Next came my battle to escape from the hands of well-meaning people all across the Ukraine who would try to stop me from traveling further east into the danger zone, the warzone in the Donetsk region. I was fortunate enough to get a ride in a minivan from L'vov to Kiev. Next I traveled to Priluki, Chernigov region by bicycle with a long and dangerous stop in Yagotin, Kiev region.
On the second day of Russia's special operation, thanks to a phone conversation with my parents, I became convinced that Russia was definitely doing the Lord's will, that Russia was in the right.
It was during my two-week stay in Yagotin that I made contact with Russian secret services. They accepted my request to help me return to Russia even though my deportation order was still in effect. They provided me instructions about where I should go to wait for Russian forces. Eventually I made it to the small town of Bogoyavlenka, Donetsk region and settled down to wait for my liberators.
To be continued...
