FOOD FOR THOUGHT. "I've made countless attempts to apply for positions vacant online via indeed and LVMH Career Portal, in particular, for the positions of Customer Support and Product Management; however, due to computer viruses I've been effectively blocked with unexplained internet errors and further prevented from attaching my CV to emails, so I presented in person with a hard copy to follow up and was very pleased to meet with you..." This formed part of my email reply to HR Executives at Louis Vuitton (and UNESCO since December, 2017; my first job application here in Paris). Consider the following: Q. Why would anyone (and who would) be so desperate as so to illegally gain unauthorized administer rights (full access) to my online accounts? A. Maybe someone who's got a lot to hide. Q. But why MY accounts I ask? A. Well, it must be someone who's jealous and/or wants something from me? Q. But what on earth could they possibly want from a homeless person? A. Control! ...and then I received the following email from Malta to olivebohxparis7@outlook.com; an account which was suspended by the service provider the very next day because of suspected hacking/unusual activity (I'm still trying to retrieve the screen shot for this communication...). "Dear Anne, Please be careful of your husband. Since you left Malta, he is aiming to get at job with the United Nations in Paris, another powerful position to abuse after the Ministry of Social Solidarity, maybe to give you more hell. I find it interesting how a man who doesn't like the French and criticizes their country and has no interest in the culture - calling them arrogant, as if he is perfect himself - is all of a sudden making plans to appoint himself with UNESCO in Paris; and the Ministry for Technology/IT are just across the road I believe control WIFI access and CCTV. I wonder if that friend of his from Europol is going to pull these strings for him too, to hand him the job?" She signed it off as "FOOD FOR THOUGHT", instead of her name;;; but I wonder if my husband is going to apply for Louis Vuitton as well??? LOL!!! Personally, I don't even think he is in the country (referring to France), but I suppose you can do these things online, and UNESCO for instance, can also provide accommodation! If anyone else would like to add anything to this post, please do so via email to olivebohxparis7@gmail.com AND DON'T SIGN YOUR NAME if you don't want it online. I'm currently stationed around the Eiffel Tower in a white plastic top tent (and blue, the WANNABE BRAND); while searching for employment in this area. There are no changes whatsoever to my marital status and homeless as yet. The matter against my husband is due to be heard in court next year for an application of Spousal Maintenance Back-payments over four years and after that DIVORCE! Anne OX
The marriage to my husband Bradley Agius (541489M), is still legally binding and still intact by law; no amicable agreement was ever made to legalize separation nor any notices received to suggest otherwise, as posted: posted update today 1/Feb/2017
https://1drv.ms/w/s!Ah476Q-COEENgQA8AFiFSaiRH0aj
...this is a must read for those following the marriage to my husband Bradley Agius (541489M); however, the attached document written by my husband (mentioned above), went to the police commissioner written in 2013 and denied an appointment; and my complaint/copy went missing in their files... an appointment I was denied.
Here is his letter...
Dear Mr Peppi Azzopardi,
I would like to take this opportunity to discuss my recent experiences during the last few months.
My wife and I got married in Cyprus and came back from our honeymoon in August.
When we came back we were living with my parents until such time as we got back on our feet.
At one point we had a personal argument and my mother got her hands on a letter which my wife addressed to me and was sent to her by mistake, she used this letter to ostracize my wife from the family house.
As a result of this we went to stay with my father's side of the family (grand parents) for a while, since my mother's father took his daughter's side as well.
The problem was that living at my grand parent's house we could not get away from the abuse which my mum and her father hurled on my wife, and as a result we were constantly fighting so we left the place and went to Bugibba.
We stayed in Bugibba for a while and people helped us for food, a very kind woman also helped us with accommodation for 1 week but we had to leave because we could not pay the rent. At this point we decided to go and try our luck in Gozo and we went and set up our tent behind the Ta Pinu Church. We were doing really well there for a couple of weeks, the problems started when we were going to get left over bread from a local bakery which we had gotten permission to do so and we were stopped by detectives. They took us to the police station and interrogated us together and then separately. I was denied access to speak with my wife being asked 'what do you need to talk to her for?' by one of the detectives. We were told that homelessness is illegal and thus they denied us the access to stay in Gozo
Then they started defaming my wife with abusive remarks some of which included;
-that she used me and she stole all my money
- that she is Australian and she has aids
-that she is to old for me and in a few years won't have kids.
Then one of the detectives wanted to speak to me alone in the rear yard of the police station.
We had a very long conversation were at one point had practically offered to pull some strings and guarantee me a job as a police inspector since I have a university degree but I had to sever all contact with my wife to do so. He also promised to help me with getting my marriage annulled if I so wished.
The detectives were pretty adamant in trying their best to separate me and my wife from each other which is our legal right.
They tried to put us in separate shelters, when we refused they send they would send us to the hospital instead and still we would be separated. Then they called my father to come pick me up at the police station to take me back to Malta, they were specific they we were not allowed to stay in Gozo. They practically gave me a choice between going back with my father and sleeping in a cell and being taken to court the following day. I was only allowed to speak with my wife once and then only for a few minutes in the presence of the whole station before they took her back in another room and closed the door. I did not want to leave the police station without my wife but I was eventually bullied and physically pushed to my father's car to take me back home.
Before leaving I turned and asked one of the detectives once more if he was denying me the right to speak to my wife and he answered 'get me the marriage certificate and you can speak with her as much as you want '.
I was distraught and did not know what else to do while in my father's car on our way to catch the ferry. When we were almost at the ferry a car stopped and a my wife came running out of it and ran to my father's car. I got out to speak with her and my wife and I pleaded with my father to let us in in the car and he agreed.
The detectives were there in the car just waiting and looking at what was happening but did not interfere.
In the end my dad drove to the ferry and they told us it was not over yet.
We got back to Malta and went and thanked my Dad who dropped us off in Paceville, but our troubles were far from over; the next day my wife was physically assaulted by my Grandpa in public causing her injuries and hitting me as well. At this point we decided to try and seek the aid of an organization to help us with accommodation but were told that only YMCA provided shelter to couples and they were full. Under no circumstance are we going to accept to live in separate places since we are married and it is our right to live together.
Right now we are doing really tough, we are getting help from a bakery who give us left over bread and pastizzi and some help from a few priests. We also have a problem with transportation and have to walk almost everywhere since we cannot even afford bus tickets most of the time. We are also having problems with accommodation as well.
We have already written a formal complaint in writing to the police
commissioner and are in the process of arranging a meeting with him, we also are trying to set up a meeting with the prime minister but we have not had any luck so far.
We talked to a young lady and she was the one who suggested we speak with Peppi Azzopardi directly and that he can help us with our current predicament.
During our experience we have found that the agencies involved; government and non government agencies alike are not suited to cater for couples with our problems.
YMCA are the only shelter in Malta who accept couples and families and they are always full, and it is not fair to separate people who have the legal right to live together.
However to be fair the YMCA did help us with clothes donations and a warm cup of coffee when we need it.
Most ...
In 1999, I relocated to Western Australia (from Victoria), one of the most beautiful states in the country. White sands and crystal clear waters stretching along acres and acres of coastline from one end of the state to the other and the climate was better than the Gold Cost because you didn’t get the storms. Australia is really one of the most beautiful countries on earth but at what cost did our opportunity to enjoy all that beauty come?
I first discovered Perth (Western Australia) at nineteen, when I dated a man named Greg. He was a beautiful soul and we could have had many happy years together (not to mention the great sex), but I guess I was too young and immature to settle down at that time. Greg introduced me to Perth during a weekend away, which he organised and paid for and it never really left my mind.
After a serious of family violence and two kids later, I decided to relocate to Western Australia to raise the children away from it all. What I was trying to avoid by way of distance and no relationship, was my daughter accepting cycles of domestic abuse in adult hood and my son hitting women as a result of exposure during their most crucial developmental years.
I was not prepared for the direct contact with our indigenous community, not because of colour or race but because of the damage done to an entire generation of people by Corrupt Australian Authorities (for such a long time), which left the community as we know it today to deal with the aftermath. They are not over it, and should they be?
Australian History in primary schools is a bit like sex education, it’s taught in such a way to protect young minds. They do not show videos of our modern day indigineous survivors so you don’t really get the full story, you don’t see the aftermath that everyday Australian’s often have to deal with, and in pictures you don’t see the large number of Aboriginals in a homeless struggle on our modern day streets who are disregarded as members of the community and lucky to live to 45. It’s no wonder a large number of them are still angry with the system and take it out on us - can you really blame them?
My daughter was assaulted on the train station after school one day for being white by an angry Aboriginal girl her age who had no parents and was a ward of the state. My Angel did nothing to her except for being born in Australia and I must admit, it angered me to see my Angel at 12 come home in such a mess. Her hair pulled out, her school uniform torn, a bruise on her right arm and dried up tears in her eye’s forcing her lashes to stick together. When I asked her what happened, she said “mum I don’t like Aboriginals anymore…”;;; the police later asked me if I wanted to press charges on my daughters behalf, which I declined becuase for a child to tear at another like that unprovoked, you could imagine the termoil in the heart (and we are talking about a child who has no identity, who is unfortunately a part of the stolen generation in the hands of complete strangers, who assaulted my daughter at random - it was an isolated incident) ...and this is the aftermath that the everyday Australian has to often deal with. The police weren’t happy with my decision but the juvinille detention centres were fullI of Aboriginal kids like the one mentioned here, whose futures are destroyed before they even get the chance to realise them. I corrected Kristen’s experience with a school counsellor since I was holding down two jobs paying top dollar for private tuition, and had to pick her up from school for the next two weeks until she got over her fear of catching the train alone, alongside other students.
We get told by the white community, don’t worry about them (refering to the Aboriginal’s), they are all on drugs, but who did that to them? It’s certanily not in their culture, which is that of a giving nature.
Traditionally, the Aboriginal culture is very sound. In Aboriginal teachings, passed on through the oral histories of the Aboriginal people of this province from generation to generation, Aboriginal men and women were equal in power and each had autonomy within their personal lives. Women figured centrally in almost all Aboriginal creation legends.
In Western Australia (and this problem is Australia wide), I witnessed kids as young as seven without mothers in the hands of the so called Department of Human Services loitering in the streets at all hours like they don’t belong, and indigenous mothers without their children living on the streets with no where to sleep and nothing to eat. There were men belonging to the same indigenous community who don’t even know that they ever had parents, they were taken away at birth and integrated into the white community all in the name of changing the colour of their skin and the documents destroyed in the hands of the Department of Child Protection. Yep and this is the Lucky Land, but lucky for who?
First we tear them apart and then we turn them on each other, we put the kids in the hands of the state and introduce them to drugs and prostitution, then we open our doors to Europe and Asia to ensure we have the numbers on our side and if they try and open their mouths, we lock them up and throw away the key because by then, no one is going to want to deal with them, so we can quietly take what’s theirs without paying for it, job done! (not well done but job done).
From the words of an Aboriginal woman/mother:
“...you come to jail and you sit here; your kids, your whole family is all split up. Child and Family Services have a way of getting involved; they say you’re not a good mother. They, too, don’t listen to the person that has been through here. They haven’t seen a mother look after her kids all those years. That’s what they call you an unfit mother or that you’re not good enough to look after your own kids and who else can you turn to? IF you go back to welfare, they tell you the same thing. It’s all the same run around. Then people like us, usually find ourselves back in the same circle, that we don’t know how, or we can’t pull ourselves out of”.
(ref: http://aboriginalresearch.theimpact.org?)
Aboriginal women in particular, are subject to racism, sexism and unconscionable levels of domestic violence. The justice system has done little to protect them from any of these assults. At the same time, Aboriginal women have an even higher rate of over-representation in the prison system than Aboriginal men. In community after community, Aboriginal women brought these disturbing facts to our attention.
I felt bad for them and at Christmas I would attend the park in Fremantle (WA) where they hang out as a community trying to put the pieces back together and give them $100 to get pissed if that’s what they wanted to do - well it’s better than sniffing petrol to numb the pain - yep, that’s what our government has done to them. These people don’t take drugs to have fun they are seriously suffering and we as a community living on their fertile soils, which was stolen from right under them for us the enjoy, have a collective responsability to take care of them. They are not amials, they are human being created by the hand of God who makes no mistakes, and when we look into their eye’s we must see the God, for they too are a representation of the suffering Lord.
THESE ARE THE STOLEN GENERTION and it’s not their shame nor their fault, it the shame of the Australian Government who in the name of “MONEY and POWER” subjected them to crimes against humanity and then tried to water it all down with, ‘SORRY’, an apology they did not want to give; but where is the compensation to enable them to rebuild back their communities I mean we’ve made so much money off their backs and now we boast first world status? The Australian Government was not in favour of the apology because they did not want to compensate the indigineous communities but the people of Australia made them say sorry, by way of protest blocking the streets until they were heard (...which can be found online); and where is the respect, a public holiday and a minute of silence (like we do for our war hero’s), for all the indigineous people who lost their lives in a war we waged on them, are they not also war hero’s? AND WHY are we still celebrating Australia Day, getting pissed each year and filling our bellies with beer over the take over, which in terms of the countless lives lost, it adds insult to injury and really nothing to be proud of?
It’s Ok to be proud being an Australian but it’s NOT OK to be proud of mass murder, theft and crimes against humanity by a Government who lied about it.
The problem is TOO BIG they say, well not as big as the money made from it!
Noongar community opens cultural centre near Pinjarra massacre site
..."After the first charge which killed four or five, the natives retreated to the river. In this dilemma they took to hiding themselves among the bushes and dead logs of the river banks, and were picked off by the party on either shore. In this way, between 15 and 20 were shot dead, very few wounded being suffered to escape."
