Anyway, there's nothing true on what he wrote....at least according what he said to me. Probably his mental problems got even worse than I thought.
He cameback here for a course for being a teacher, he won't come back to china, he's the first one to tell shit about Wang....so I was really shocked to hear that everything I said is fake according to my poor brother.
I have dozens and dozens of emails where he says since months that WANG treat him as a slave, that he won't work in the music field anymore as he lost too much money for a dream that turned only into a nightmare, that ADP never got in touch with him for months and he feels frustrated.
And I got dozen of emails where he announces his hate toward China, his will to go to another country (Malaysia or Indonesia) and his intention to go to a course hin Florence (it will start on next August 2nd)....so I wonder who's saying all this shit, saying that it's all part of my mental disturbated fantasy. I have dozen of emails, proofs, so I don't want to be pictured as a liar and an insane.
I think he's living a sort of countershock, where he tries to deny even his own words in order to show me as a liar. He doesn't want my help, he never accepted me in his existence (since my mother told him he's a monster, horrible hunchback when he was a child, he lived suffering my presence and my image and he dedicated all his life to prove/show himself he's better than me and I'm only a fucking demented/idiot....)....
so I really feel sad to see that all his way to say "thank you" to me is just spreading lies around, telling I'm a mentally ill, and so on.
If I knew that I would have never done anything for him
If I knew that I would have never wasted my time answering to music labels, bands, people asking what happened to my brother, why he doesn't answer, why CD issues are on delay and so on....no, I would have never done even one single thing of these if I knew his way to say me thank you.
For the first time in my life I really regret to have a brother who lived 36 years of his pathetic life hating and envying me....he ruined his life just because of that but he's ruining my life too with his lunacy and his altered vision of reality. I wish he never came back here to Italy if he's acting like a mentally shattered childish shit.
I'm really sick of receiving shit everytime I help him. He cames back home after two years and the first thing he did is to collect documents and essays about mental lunacy in order to recover me to some psychiatric hospitals. He didn't waste time, probably he doesn't want to see me at home. He did the same when I was in China: he called the police saying I'm trying to kill him. It was just a way to get rid of me. I'm sick, I wanna live my life peacefully and not being always upset because of a psychichally retarded brother.
If he didn't get any pund from ADP/Wang is because he never asked it, he's too leecher and scared to ask people his part of money....and all of his frustration are then thrown backk on me: the more he's leecher/looser/weak with others, the more he's hateful/merciless with me. I am used as his trash bin. I am really sick of this and I am really sick of hearing around that he's trying to say shit to me at every chance he has.
I'm really sorry for him...if I knew that I would have never spent the last 5 years of my life helping him every time, answering to bands, labels and people who never received any news from Filippo, spending money to help him, releasing him from jail, supporting him psychologically, going to visit him (and being always kicked out with degradating manners)....
well....ok.....delete this topic as I deleted my brother from my own existence.
Shit is shit and if troubles ouccurred is just because my brother is an idiot and deserved everything he got. He's just a poor, frustrated brother who's always lived in the shadow of a (suspected) jeaulosy...but this is just a personal matter. But personal matters may influcence a whole life, like it happened to him