Yesterday, I entered a local coffee shop only to use the toilet, which I had to hop down stairs to access with a swollen ankle, to find a lady with blonde hair loitering around the two cubicles. She was acting suspecious playing with a key that seemed to belong to a cupboard. Before entering, I noticed there was water all over the floor of the Female toilet, so I used tissue paper that I drew from the dispenser to clean it up (although I didn't make the mess) and entered to use the toilet but not without her protesting; she tried to tell me that the Female toilet was not working and a plumber was called (soon to arrive) to fix it; but there was nothing wrong with it. After I used it, it flushed perfectly well without leeking water. I called for the staff member who was behind the coffee counter, to come down stairs and witness that there was no problem with the toilet; by this point the blonde lady raced up stairs to collect her hand bag and left in a strange hurry (she was accompanied by her husband).
Personally she was unknown to me but is a close friend of my husband's lawyer - Ms Olivia Uzan - who I have been warned about, to keep well away from; I was told that she does a lot dirty work (fraud and fabrication) behind the scenes to help win legal cases in court, etc.
After she left and all was resolved with counter staff of the coffee shop in rue Marche StHonore, I took a seat upstairs for a brief minute to rest my ankle before continuing on my merry little way.
Outside the coffee shop I was asked why am I limping, so I explained - that as a result of enduring the street life breaking NOT A SINGLE LAW, I have been the subject of two hit and run (by car) incidents...
The first one was a senior EUROPOL representative from Malta, who waved me through while I was crossing the road with heavy baggage (homeless), just to put his foot down half way through and hit me with full force of his car bonnet, as he continued to drive away laughing and shouting "go back to your husband, bitch". I had absolutely no association with this man, who on my husband's behalf did a lot of dirty talking with the Malta University to sabotage every application as a mature aged applicant (requiring no documents), for four consecutive years - while my husband was busy using the said University Campus, after hours to have his affairs in 'absolute' private (some of these girls were only 14, which did not meet the legal age requirement compliant with Maltese Law, despite being physically developed like women but as long as my husband was having his way, he didn't care).
With a broken foot (that resulted from the first accident), I hopped my way into the emergency ward in agony, of the local hospital to have it x-rayed and instead, hospital staff well known to both my husband's mother and the EUROPOL officer responsible, ordered a psychiatric assessment denying me x-rays and treatment to repair the damage to my foot. I was falsely accused of making it up to sue my husband for money, regardless of my foot visibly swollen to the ankles... I told them to keep their hospital services for those who can afford good lawyers because I'm not one of them and walked out.
I was forced to abandon my blanket and food bags that I could no longer carry, and still in great agony I hopped very slowly to the nearby police station in MSIDA to make a statement.
Upon my arrival the police said in plain English, "yes we know about you, you're the crazy one giving your poor husband hard time, why don't you just go back to him, don't you know everyone cheats in Malta, it's expected... and we've just had a phone call from the hospital, they are looking for you and have prepared a hospital bed in the mental health unit." I stood my ground and said, "very well then, when they arrive you can force them to look at my broken foot first and then, you can give me a police report that states accurately the turn of events and don't forget to sign your full name clearly at the bottom of that report so that you can give your evidence on the witness stand in front of the judge"...
I waited over for 3 hours at the police station, refusing to move until the Ambulance arrive to treat my swollen foot. The ambulance never arrived and I was sent away quietly, limping with a broken foot untreated that took months to heal by itself; and every winter, while enduring homelessness in the freezing cold, my foot swells up causing me to limp from time to time.
The second hit and run incident was here in PARIS, a wife of a senior police officer from the Local Police Station, swerved her car and hit me with full force, as she continued driving away, while I was safely crossing to the other side with the "green-man" indicator.
I can not say for certain if she did it on purpose but luckily I did a break fall over the bonnet and landed on my feet, which entertained a local coffee shop owner who took great pleasure calling me the Ninja; however, the car bonnet coming at me with great speed did manage to clip my right hip leaving black and blue bruising, that I eventually recovered from. I didn't bother to call either the hospital or the police this time because I didn't want to endure the same bullshit as Malta... just in case!
Disclaimer:
Today is Saturday, 5th February, 2022 and I am still involuntarily homeless in Paris. My husband mentioned above, Mr Bradley Agius, seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth since 5th January, 2022; and everyone is staying silent, including the Local Police, Florian Tiziani and Olivier Ganem (my lawyer), despite my public pleas for information on this website (that I am the sole author of). I have not received a single cent from my husband (nor from anyone on his behalf) since ceasing cohabitation in 2014, and gave endured inconceivable levels of pain and suffering, as a result of homelessness ever since; however, I thank GOD everyday that my mind is still sanely intact and that I have my perfect health, for I would not have survived a 7 year sentence on the streets without this grace from GOD. I have NOT been notified of any legal changes what so ever, to my marital status - to my husband Bradley Agius - which to my knowledge, my marital status is unchanged (below):
https://annetizianifr.wixsite.com/paris9/post/paris-2022-and-staying-right-here
Disclaimer:
The marriage to my husband Bradley Agius, is still intact and legally binding, there has NEVER been an amicable agreement made to legally separate and I have NO NOTICES, never received to suggest otherwise. The case against Bradley Agius, (my current husband) has never been scheduled for divorce anywhere, in the whole of Europe. Furthermore, the only legal representative that has my consent to file a DIVORCE BY FAULT CASE on my behalf via the tribunal is Mr OLIVIER GANEM - who lives locally, is an experienced commercial lawyer and by way of qualifications, is allowed to open up my divorce case in front of the judge. It's important to note that a new marriage to my Fiancee FLORIAN TIZIANI, CAN NOT take place while I am still married to my husband, Bradley Agius (DOB: 17/11/1989); and there will be NO SEX before marriage. In conclusion I would like to be absolutely clear here, "that I HAVE NEVER RECEIVED A CENT FROM MY HUSBAND BRADLEY AGIUS FOR SPOUSAL MAINTENANCE AND STILL ENDURING THE STRUGGLRS OF HOMELESSNESS, now for a total of 7 YEARS TO DATE, since ceasing cohabitation on 28th August, 2014.
THIS IS THE 4th REQUEST for information. If anyone has anything they'd like to add to the information published here in this post, please use the contact pages of this website without delay.
Thank You, Kindly
Anne GELICRISIO
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