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Garvin Timmann current age today : 46 years
Heredity Timmann Genetics / Anti Aging Machinery :
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3-6-2025

Mesenchymal Stem Cell Secretome routinely from 12.10.2019 (40 years old) currently therapy for 5 years

Long term benefit of ageing in health span by stabilising homeostasis
"20 years life expectancy (higher than Ingo's life expectancy of 93 years old) to 113 years old"

Fisetin routinely from 15.05.2020 (41 years old) currently therapy for 5 years

Calcium Alpha-Ketoglutarate (Ca α‐KG) routinely from 21.01.2021 (42 years old) currently therapy for 4 years

Plasmapheresis routinely from 09.09.2022 (43 years old) currently therapy for 2 years

Removing old damaged plasma :

"Patients donating blood plasma live longer, seem / look younger, more vital (full of spirit), more active for a few days"
"Plasmapheresis visibly leads to a partially rejuvenated, temporary metabolic toxin re-set"
"The underlying science more solidly supports removing 'pro-aging' factors in old blood"
"Biological noise has decreased removing old blood plasma"
"Removing old blood plasma, improves regenerative capacity"

What worries me most in my parents heredity inheritable genetics?

Categorised in priority order of importance towards study
Father : Current age 88 years Aortic aneurysm COPD / Asthma Macular degeneration Tooth loss Dementia (Cognition) Sarcopenia Cataract Arthritis Physical Activity Bone density Kyphosis Nutritional Status (Weight Loss) Energy (Exhaustion) Mobility (Gait speed) Strength (Grip strength)	Mother : Current age 88 years Arthritis Mobility (Gait speed) Mental Health Physical Activity Dementia (Cognition) Macular degeneration Kyphosis Strength (Grip strength) Cataract

Comparable People using Anti Aging Machinery

Garvin Timmann :

Current age today: 46 years
(baseline)

Therapy duration: 5 years

Born : 15.01.1979

MSC Start : 2019
aged 40
(back pain, alcoholism)

Negative Results :
MSC rarely caused mild "Shingles"

Dan Bilzerian :

Current age today: 44 years
(-2 years younger)

Therapy duration: 11 years

Born : 07.12.1980

MSC Start : 2014
aged 34
(heart attack)

Negative Results :
Steroids exacerbates

Bryan Johnson :

Current age today: 47 years
(+1.3 years older)

Therapy duration: 5 years

Born : 22.08.1977

MSC Start : 2020
aged 42
(stress & weight)

Negative Results :
HGH caused "Blood Glucose Imbalance"

Timmann Family Tree

Meaning of "Garvin"

Friend in Battle

Spear friend

Soldier's Friend

Ally

Allie

Memoir

From as young as seven years old, sitting on park bench, I recognised the family dynamic, both the floors and positives, the issue of needing my own house (which I wanted independantly from any prescribed system), the desperate need to be free and the issues of society. For example my father Ingo Timmann would say to me "We need to enroll you to have a bank account", of which I would reply "I do not want a bank account". This was because at the core of the problems in sociey was enforced debt. Banks make money from account holders being in debt. My parents were absolutely drowning in debt, often only paying the interest after being defrauded by Napoli's Ponzi Scheme. Secular (not concerned with or devoted to religion), I always had a deep distrust from taught History, organised religion, governments lies into all wars, unbearable suffering, international banking, main stream media indoctrination (perputrated on the public), which I never regarded as authentic or having altruistic intent. In contrast I was always told the wrong message in response, "Oh, you do not want to work", "Never mind", "No one is free" or "There is no system". Of course I have been working non stop since 15 years old, which just like my father, will work till I am both physically and mentally no longer capable of working. In return I simply wanted to live "off the grid", and did want my own work exploited, which I anticipated would be the case.

I remember clearly the afternoon when my father collected my brother and I from Edge Grove Private school announcing that he had be made redundant at Scapa (Sellotape). Roland cried out everything is hopelessly lost financially, whilst I immediately recognised my fathers ambition to work self employed. My father working for DRG Sellotape Products as Export Manager at Elstree Way, Borehamwood, Herts, England, WD6 1RU , then at Theobald Street, Borehamwood, Herts, England, WD6 4SQ, finally driving a long distance working for Scapa at The Woodside Estate, Dunstable, Beds, LU5 4TP. My father had setup a partnership with "Yakton" creating Delta Industry Ltd at Atlantic House, 715 North Circular Road, London, NW2 7AH. That afternoon, in the company car from Scapa, my father told my brother and I, within the Scapa redundancy meeting, the terms were agreed on which companies and what countries my father Ingo would be allowed to establish to distribute under his own company. "Pamir International Ltd" was named after the "Pamir fleet of ships" in Hamburg shipping around the world. In effect my father had pre organised his own company that would allow him to set the terms of which companies Scapa would be able to distrubute as an agent. My father always had the same ambition, to work on his own terms...

Pamir International was registered Limited status on 23rd January 1984 by Companies House. Pamir International Ltd grew slowly with the close friend Aldo Darsie who lived in Italy. Non commodity products saved on warehouse space. Dad developed a dislike to how corrupted Africans and Asians conducted business (Nigeria, Pakistan, Bangladesh, India and Sri Lanka). Everything is being swindled, subverted in some way or another. Additional measures are needed to be met, nothing is standard or ever straight forward, payments are late with multiple reminders, often resulting in father refusing commerce. Pali harrashed my father working in the office continiously by telephone. Dad would shout constantly, demanding to be left alone, repeated phone calls were made by the minute, which wore Dad down. Pali and Dad would shout louder and louder, with Ingo slamming the phone down. Ingo when called by Pali, the blood would drain from his face. Ingo would shriek to Pali, shouting, saying and yelling calling her :

Barking mad

Making a dogs dinner of everything

Why do you fall out with everybody

I want no involvement in this

We throw good money after bad

Dad was only relaxed when visiting his own German family, friends or business partners. Pali had a dreadful communication, which normally resulted in screaming, shouting, raising levels of being upset and anxiety. Ingo being harrassed daily at the office from Pali, could be heard throught the whole warehouse shouting down the phone, "leave me alone". My mother suffered many problems : Agoraphobia "fear of physically going outside", Clinical Depression, obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), Negative thoughts, (extreme) trauma, screaming fits (Pali has long "screaming fits" that effect everyone around into hypertension), putting hands in boiling water, unable to touch door handles, hoarding to extreme levels, shuffling around in a torn night dress, etc.

In Edge Grove (private school) teachers were concerned that Roland needed to diagnosed. I was asked that this be done whilst at "Parent - Teacher meetings" this would be raised. When my father and mother left the "Parent - Teacher meetings" per annum, I was literally desperate for this be finally resolved. Upon my parents returning, the key turning the front open, my mother would "wailing aloud" that is nothing wrong with Roland, "the teacher are jealous of him". There is no logical explaination as to why a teacher would be jealous of a child. Roland unable to enter the associated secondary private school "Aldenham", was reloacted to Parmiter's comprehensive school in Watford, which was non elitist or competitively academic. Unfortunately, I did pass the neccassary exam marks to enter Aldenham private school, which my mother brokered a financial deal, based upon my own academic results for Roland to be simulatiously entered into the year above, having missed a year of formal tuition in Aldenham. My mother Pali had no sense of her own son Roland's happyness in Parmiter's, moving Roland back to the schooling he avoided.

From 1992 my father originally expected Roland as the eldest son to work and run the business, rented at 428 Whippendell Road, Watford, Hertfordshire, WD1 7PT. Roland would be sat next to my father and shown, step by step, every process of transactions, book keeping, accounting to daily correspondance. My father told me that Roland's "eyes glaze over", glare out the window to which my father asked to know what Roland wanted to do. Roland told my father he liked tennis. My father advised Roland to become a tennis coach. I was then expected to learn the whole business. My father never really asked me formally, I simply was sat next to him, followed the processes of daily tasks then updated the old fashioned concepts. For example book keeping was manually written by hand into an accounts ledger, sub divided into multiple currencies. On speaking to our accountant Barry in a meeting in Watford (a greatly helpful person to us), business accounts by spreadsheet would be discounted in fees, as opposed to my fathers illegible handwriting, over bottles of Tipp Ex correction fluid. Flat files were then modified to relational databases when I studied at University of Sussex. Eventually the software files were updated to the cloud, allowing my father to work at home in his elder functioning years, via the internet, not needing to drive to the office anymore.

Missing being out with friends in Watford, one cold Saturday night in 1995, working in our rented corner warehouse at 428 Whippendell Road, I mentally calculated, 'what was the purpose of my work'. Net profit of just one case, of our key selling products, how many boxes would be needed to pay for our property. This mental calculation went across many pallets, physical labour, faxes around the world, driving endlessly to air and sea cargo ports, to many years of working just to completely pay for our home. The final result was worth the physical labour as we would in fact end up paying for our family property. I had not included a neccessary part of the calculation that was completely out of my own control :

Prisanta and Napoli hustle a Ponzi Scheme : The worst combination of events occured when Prisanta called Pali. The disfunctional Timmann family, the son who was never ever diagnosed, the mentally ill, elderly, frial mother that spent 40 years indoors with agoraphobia, distressed with clincial depression, hoarding disorders, obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), gullible with cronic disarray, took control of the fruits of all our physical labour. Ingo worked with me flat out in the nights to pay the mortgage of the house and flat. Pali persuaded by Prisanta, then took the paid off house in St.Albans with flat in London, the mortgage was completed in payments, then remortgaged the combined worth of the two properties to hand Napoli, where "we" would be defrauded. Whilst I was away, studying at University of Sussex, the balance of people who causing such harm all outnumbered Ingo on his own. Ingo's police witness statements, both witness statements, clearly stated the criminal acts perpetrated upon us. The police instead choose to focus the legal case represtitive on Pali, ingnoring my father as also the victim. The crown prosecution service (CPS), headed by the director of public prosecutions (DPP) Keir Starmer, dropped the charges of "Fraud, Deception and Money Laundering", just citing Pali being too ill to be a witness. What made matters worse is that Pali had not remortgaged the house and flat at the price agreed in the 70's and 80's but at the highest value possible at the time, which equated to a million handed to a stranger in the corridor of the Landmark hotel (London) on 15th January 2004 (my birthday every year).

Pali, my elderly frail mother, asked my brother Roland (who lives at his parents house all his life) if any saved money Roland is in control of, be handed to Napoli. Roland refused. This can only be based upon the conclusion that Napoli was not of a genuine person, only seeking to con us out of money, which Roland was aware of. Ingo, my father, explained to Pali that he did not want 'his half' of the property to be remortgaged then given to Napoli. Ingo had determined this to be a false investment. This was written into two police reports from Ingo Timmann when the crime occured. Pali with no regard to Ingo's statements, remortgaged the full amount of two properties and handed this to a stranger in a hotel corridor. A long distance away, studying Computer Science in the University of Sussex, was not able to prevent the vulnerable, elderly parents from being defrauded by the powerful American conman.

Upon speaking to Pali when I did hear of the crime, I pointed out that for just £100 a legal financial report on Napoli checking possession of AA and AAA bonds can be acquired. That would simply prove the facts, as opposed to handing a stranger a million based on no evidence at all.

Roland always suffering from a undiagnosed condition from youth (likely autism) did not prevent Pali. Roland's condition was noticed by me at childhood from even playing with teddy bears. Eluding diagnosis, Roland from teenage years would burst into a room, in anxiety and frustration unable to locate his own keys, wallet or telephone. Always interupting others and expecting his disorganisation as something we are expected to think on his behalf. Roland was also anti social stamping feet, shouting in a constant dilemma, unapproachable, resorting to violence, bearly capable of calm discussion. All chores and tasks were by default the responsibility of Ingo my father, paying all bills, shopping, daily cooking, shampooing carpets, mowing the lawn, car servicing, application forms, handling bank matters, working at a job to basic correspondance private and business. Once Ingo was hospitalised at Watford General, Roland on just a single occasion was assigned to put labels on pallets in the warehouse. After sending hundreds of skype messages to Roland politely asking, we had to ask the warehouse workers to take over. Roland had done a clear unintentional favour here. Roland did not want to work and this became evident that when Ingo was hospitalised, not a single task of applying labels to pallets could not be performed. Immediately I single handly had to take over from my father, as both Pali and Roland were irrevocably ill. Roland was sacked from his tennis coaching job for saying inapproprate comments to children. The children and parents complained to David Lloyds managment officals. Roland has always been unable to speak sensibly. Roland was asked if he had indeed had be irresponsible and Roland had denied everything in a transcribed interview. Some of the allegations is that Roland would be dressed in jeans and standard shoes, not even dressed as a tennis coach. David Lloyds, a jewish club, never would pay a regular montly income, instead expecting tennis coaches to find clients for tuition. Roland would hang around the bar at David Lloyds to discuss if they wanted tennis coaching, which Roland would then book a court and charge for a lesson. Only on one single time did I come to David Lloyds. I witnessed other tennis coaches who immedatletly appeared to be handling matters. Roland stood out as someone who would chat, not be coaching. I saw children asking Roland that they progress in their practice, which Roland denied.

On the 28th April 2009 we offically renamed our business from "Pamir International Ltd" on pamir.co.uk to "PR International Ltd" on printernational.co.uk. Once the business was stable to run from any computer, anywhere in world, I managed to self build a large motorhome conversion. From the years 2016 to 2019, I had achieved "Lehrjahr", meaning, "apprentice year", which means you have to go somewhere else (Travel) to fend for yourself in a foreign culture. For me this was building my own motorhome, to live / work, visit new cultures as a right of passage, heroism of young people who have to create a life of their own. My father being traditional German was very happy that I had experienced "Lehrjahr", common to children inheriting the fathers business. My father has passed the business for me to soley function. On my return from international travel, my frail father (83 years old) would be left alone in his dilapidated house full of dust and hoarding, laying on a broken bed where he developed hypertension (physically jolting into the air from stress and dispair), Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD) and Sepsis in the blood. I cured these with Mesenchymal Stem Cell Secretome on the first treatment (12.10.2019) which I had isolated and expanded in my own laboratory. I learnt cell cuture from the 17th January 2018, during my travels, as I was left alone which gave me enough mental space to develop and learn what I was interested in autodidactically. Having returned back to the United Kingdom the living standards quickly dropped when my father was incapable to undertake all the work himself.

After travelling I returned years later and found both Pali and Roland would not freeze Ingo's bank accounts when Ingo could no longer work as he was bedridden. So once again, I called each bank, passed the telephone to Ingo to grant me permission to speak to the customer service, I asked each bank if the borrowed money was secured on the house. When each bank replied that the borrowed money was not secured to the house, then we asked that the bank account be frozen as Ingo was hospitalised. In contrast Pali borrowed money on the security of the house, which in turn was secured on the business. Ingo and I completed paid of the mortgages on both houses in Bricket Wood and the flat in London, the pinacle of our achievement. In just one single step, Pali reversed this to permanent financial destitution. On returning back to our office / warehouse, I had found 12 pallets in the warehouse, letters piled up on the desk, telephone ringing, Roland completely ignoring. Roland could not perform a single task, constantly exhibited frustration and confusion. Roland was capable of listening to basic instructions from Ingo, but beyond that could not think on his own initiative. This has brought on a continious struggle where Roland is to be left alone, but when alone cannot perform basic tasks. Is it laziness, why he cannot maintain a propety, clear up, wash my fathers bedsheets on returning, fixing nothing day to day, repairing nothing, cutting grass impossible, holding a simple job, unable to sit on "black toilet seats". Pali in January 2023 stressed she would pay for a private doctor to analyse Roland. Roland refused this on principle. On booking adult care service workers to see why Ingo could not be taken care of in Bricket Wood, they explained that only when Roland was a child that it was the responsibility of the parents to get this diagnoses. Well Ingo was abroad working for Sellotape, my mother Pali was clinically depressed, in screaming fits with agoraphobia, so could not perform these simple tasks. Further Roland did not want to go to a NHS general practitioner (GP) for diagnosis as he felt it could affect his work. In the United Kingdom we have discrimination laws where people cannot be removed from their work place if they are diagnosed with conditions like autism. Roland turns to violence, shouting, which further compounds the issue of helping a house that is collapsing in disrepair due to decades of neglect. Nothing was possible to even speak normally to this level of illness and stress. My constant feelings of anguish, then despair, would inflict me, what I call "Chronic Uncontrollable Stress", which Luton police require CCTV inside and outside to my own property. I get the same physical jolting of hypertension stress that my father Ingo had when living in Bricket Wood. For certain if I was ever to have children,they never get involved or meet the deranged people. Even if that requires a police protection order.

When Ingo fell ill, he was bed ridden in Bricket Wood. Ingo would get progessively sicker then be taken to Watford General Hospital. It is only when Ingo was in Hospital that he returned to normal. On leaving to Bricket Wood, Dad returned to being ill again, which was repeated over and over, multiple times with no change in conditions, breathing in dust and particles from disrepair of the home in Bricket Wood. Roland's illness never diagnosed, Pali refused to stop her hoarding, which Ingo unable to breath in the dust. Nothing was ever cleaned, ever, even if it is a matter of life and death from Sepsis. The lawn grass so over grown to the stage the neighbours would do this as it became too awful to look at. The house had the kitchen ceiling collapse from the damp of Pali not opening a bathroom window upstairs, the ground floors subsided. Every time I collected Ingo from Bricket Wood, he would stink of shit, have shit all over his hands, overgrown finger nails and toe nails, bearded, long haired, ghostly white, incapable of walking, standing up or breathing. Ingo required an oxygen machine in Bricket Wood. When I would drive Ingo from Bricket Wood, Ingo would stare in fasicination at the world going by, patting me on my shoulder, smiling in glee, then bopping to music being played. I would use clippers at my own home to trim his beard outside on the freshly cut grass. Aiding my Dad's left leg upwards, getting into a warm buble bath, cutting finger and toes nails, having a fresh shave, mouth wash, pick out plaque on his remaining tooth, put on an electric bed blanket which he would walk to bed and listen to his own music. It was critical to get Ingo up, walking even if it was for food shopping, going to the office, working in the warehouse or driving for shipments. After some time Ingo would be able to get into the bath on his own. Ingo would get to health where he walks up and down the stairs independantly, then I realised he is ready. Respratory nurses informed us Ingo no longer needed an oxygen machine, because of living with me in Luton. It was discovered Ingo was allergic to the living conditions in Bricket Wood, using an oxygen machine as fresh air, akin to an oxygen tank for a underwater diver's survival. Ingo would tell me in hospital how me needed to fix the situation of handling the business and finances which Pali had ruined. Ingo borrowing a pen and paper in Luton and Dusntable hospital suggest that PR International pay £20,000 to Roland to not be involved in our own business. When Ingo returned to Bricket Wood, the same process of neglect returned due to the poor living standards of "particles in the air", where he would be left alone in a corner. Ingo's sepsis (blood poisoning by bacteria) began December 2018, requiring antibiotics. On 12.10.2019 Ingo was cured of blood sepsis with Mesenchymal stem cells on the first application containing the molecule LL37, which was confirmed by a blood test at Watford General Hospital 9 days later on 21.10.2019. The Sepsis never returned.

When Ingo fell ill, he was bed ridden in Bricket Wood. Ingo would get progessively sicker then be taken to Watford General Hospital. It is only when Ingo was in Hospital that he returned to normal. On leaving to Bricket Wood, Dad returned to being ill again, which was repeated over and over, multiple times with no change in conditions, breathing in dust and particles from disrepair of the home in Bricket Wood. Roland's illness never diagnosed, Pali refused to stop her hoarding, which Ingo unable to breath in the dust. Nothing was ever cleaned, ever, even if it is a matter of life and death from Sepsis. The lawn grass so over grown to the stage the neighbours would do this as it became too awful to look at. The house had the kitchen ceiling collapse from the damp of Pali not opening a bathroom window upstairs, the ground floors subsided. Every time I collected Ingo from Bricket Wood, he would stink of shit, have shit all over his hands, overgrown finger nails and toe nails, bearded, long haired, ghostly white, incapable of walking, standing up or breathing. Ingo required an oxygen machine in Bricket Wood. When I would drive Ingo from Bricket Wood, Ingo would stare in fasicination at the world going by, patting me on my shoulder, smiling in glee, then bopping to music being played. I would use clippers at my own home to trim his beard outside on the freshly cut grass. Aiding my Dad's left leg upwards, getting into a warm buble bath, cutting finger and toes nails, having a fresh shave, mouth wash, pick out plaque on his remaining tooth, put on an electric bed blanket which he would walk to bed and listen to his own music. It was critical to get Ingo up, walking even if it was for food shopping, going to the office, working in the warehouse or driving for shipments. After some time Ingo would be able to get into the bath on his own. Ingo would get to health where he walks up and down the stairs independantly, then I realised he is ready. Respratory nurses informed us Ingo no longer needed an oxygen machine, because of living with me in Luton. It was discovered Ingo was allergic to the living conditions in Bricket Wood, using an oxygen machine as fresh air, akin to an oxygen tank for a underwater diver's survival. Ingo would tell me in hospital how me needed to fix the situation of handling the business and finances which Pali had ruined. Ingo borrowing a pen and paper in Luton and Dusntable hospital suggest that PR International pay £20,000 to Roland to not be involved in our own business. When Ingo returned to Bricket Wood, the same process of neglect returned due to the poor living standards of "particles in the air", where he would be left alone in a corner. Ingo's sepsis (blood poisoning by bacteria) began December 2018, requiring antibiotics. On 12.10.2019 Ingo was cured of blood sepsis with Mesenchymal stem cells on the first application containing the molecule LL37, which was confirmed by a blood test at Watford General Hospital 9 days later on 21.10.2019. The Sepsis never returned.

After the uncontrollable debt was mouting from attorneys, solicitors, court costs of the civil case in California, overdrafts, loans, mortgages; Pali in just one single step had permaently undone all of the work of many decades in just minutes with Napoli Ponzi fraud. My father Ingo who had 50% share of his own business PR International Ltd, tried to pass this onto me. My brother Roland had written to court, pretending to be my father Ingo, stating that his intention is not to pass his business share to his only working son. It had to come down to physically recording, confronting Pali as to why a fraudulent letter was written, typed by Roland, then forged signature by Roland pretending to be my father Ingo Timmann. The internal conflict in a family, already defrauded by the Californian mafia, is of such magnitude, John Napoli easily commits Ponzi fraud leaving an incapable family of forming a response. Our last expectation is Pali, who claims to be in charge of all our legal case cannot write a response to MP Daisy Cooper who has offered to help our case. The UK Fraud squad dropped the case, but the investigation in California under criminal law, not civil can be continued from it was left off when the UK Fraud squad took sole control.

In the future, my research in regenerative medicine techniques will be the most important body of gerontology under the categories of aging. Once the family business has been broken, what remains of the dilapidated property that my father and I worked our lives to pay for, after £270,000 inheritance tax has been legally settled in court, my own independant life can finally start, fully seperated from what remains. I refuse to work with Roland as he should find a way to have his own life, family and occupation, which I will never be involved or in contact with (seperated from abusive people in endless negative situations they burden others to).

Working with my father or alone has always produced the best results. It has been a pleasure to work with my father, a real dedicated loyal German. Just to be away from chaotic people gives such optimism with relief, delayed my whole life to have my own family and home. The absolute best decision my father Ingo, desperate for me to continue his own business and finish the toxic legal case, will continue to be given the most advanced treatments in three (Oct4, Sox2, Klf4) of the four Yamanaka factors (Oct4, Sox2, Klf4, and c-Myc) for eyes, mind and body rejuvination combined with : Tooth regeneration of the "third human dentition" by inactivating USAG-1 protein with a drug.

There are certain points where interventions made would have a dramatic outcome for the course of my own family life. The first being my mother screaming. My father had a previous marriage with two children which ended in divorce. When my father met Pali, she was not screaming endlessly during the evening through out the nights. If my father would have removed us as childen from the house in Bricket Wood, this would have had Pali notice that her own mindset was so deranged that her own childen are no longer in the same vicinity. The second is my brother being diagnosed which my mother refused this to happen at childhood. The third, is my father driving my mentally sick mother into the centre of London to watch his own wife being defrauded and not stepping in to stop this occuring. My father Ingo, even wrote in the police witness reports that he was fully aware that Napoli was not genunine, as genuine investments of this size are not conducted in "hotel corridors". The last being my mother and brother commiting fraud themselves, writing to a court, pretending to be my own father, written, typed and signed, then posted by recorded mail. This evidence was sent to me, which then required my own father, face to face to confront my own mother. The court was informed that this was fraud. If my father would have known at the time, that Pali could not fight a legal case against Napoli after losing all the money in the first place, then go after the business. The share of the business is not her 50% share, but own fathers share. What concerns me the most is that it was both Pali, my mother including Roland, which then makes you wonder: Who is handing the Napoli case as Pali is 88 years old? Who is to continue the letters to MP Daisy Cooper with no legal authority? Who is to handle the Napoli criminal case resuming in California? Who is running the business and paying all the bills? Explaing to Pali that we need to avoid inheritance tax by making neccessary changes, the Napoli case Pali delayed and disruputed urgently needs to be resolved. Napoli would not want to spend the rest of his life left in prison and would return our money when charged by the "Judiciary of California", an astonishing amount of money mislayed by my mother. When Pali still contends at 88 years old, that she is in charge of the legal case, this shows what Pali's mental health problem really is. Nohing has been provided in four years. The civil case in California was closed as Pali ran out of time. My father and I, left alone working would have been completely stable. From a seven years old, sitting on a park bench, I was already aware then of these exact outcomes.

Garvin Timmann - Curriculum Vitae

Timmann Family (Hennig Timmann 1641 - today)

Timmann Family (Toennies Timmann ~1500 - today)

Timmann Surname Distribution Map

Namensregister Timmann Familienbuch

Nicola 2006 - 21.01.25

Assortment of photographs :

Timmann Family Tree

Memoir

Original Document written by Heinz of Family Tree