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10/6/02

I am supposed to have the four keys the LOCK SMITH provided me.

The only ones ever made I am told by him.

Yet my unit was spot clean. The picture of Jesus that I hanged on the wall, was on the floor. And my unit looked absolutely spot clean,

bathroom – shining,

carpet – not steamcleaned, but clean.

WHO HAS ENTERED MY UNIT????

WHO PROVIDED THE KEYS????

Funny it was Saturday the day after Friday, after I felt uneasy to go and work at a certain place, a certain restaurant-bar in the city…

…cosy for the liquidator… it was so close to his office….

As I was saying…

After I had not showed myself up at the rendez-vous place Or should I say ‘kidnapping place’

prepared by my own brother, sister in law, her sister the one who works in the apartment below my so called STALKER, the Church, the Police, the chinese psychiatrists, the liquidator, all the accountants and lawyers I worked for…

I was to be kidnapped while at work…

And

1.. I would have been asked nicely to accept the sex offers or marriage and give all my possession to a GREEK CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT WHO HAS BEEN WAITING as the little hairdresser said (for 10 years), ….

Or

2. They were going to inject in me a full bottle of scotch and take me … drunk and drugged to the nut house…

Allow me to go back in time…

A few weeks ago I went for one last time to the police to complain about a stalker, to ask for protection, because I was very afraid…

I had been just robbed $400.00 from my bag at my job…

I had just lost the job because my boss didn`t like me saying that

my money was stolen in his premises, which incidentally, were occupied by him, me and another typist, who … robbed me while I was speaking to him and being abused by him…

and so on and so on.

I called onto the police, because I felt protected by the law, because I had some faith in the law, because I felt that every time I went there to complain, although I was told that they couldn`t do anything about my story, they were following it up anyway…

I knew that they were following it up… because after I had been there, things sort of fixed themselves for the better… for me…

Of course all this is changed now because…

Well… you see…

While I was in tears talking to the police, the man actually walked in and out of the room where I was, with a lot of excuses, but instead he was planning for me a rendez-vous with a couple of psychiatrists who incidentally had been sent by my own brother to my house to talk to me a few months before…

To cut it short… I was packed into a police van and was taken into a mental hospital

The psychiatrist who saw me after two minutes flat… declared me mentally ill. I had no weapons with me

I had not screamed or posed any force…

I allowed them to do what they wanted

I had not threatened anybody

My bag was taken away from me, … I saw them looking eagerly at my watch…

I was packed into a van escorted by police and psychiatrists as if I had killed… <

By the way… excuse my diversion…

Wasn`t I placed on a criminal lists by the department of school education … a list which includes killers, pedophiles, drug addicts, robbers and the like… with the excuse that they didn`t have another list where they could place the teachers who didn`t speak English and couldn`t teach like me???

DEJA VUE, ISN`T IT????

I was only asking for protection

I was instead called MENTALLY ILL by an INDIAN psychiatrist.

If that is the protection that a citizen gets … then I wonder why we pay tax to the government??????

Why do we need the police?

So that they come and collect our dead body in the middle of a street? or in some ditch? Where we are thrown after been raped and robbed and killed?

PEOPLE OF SYDNEY, PEOPLE OF THE WORLD … IS THAT WHAT THE POLICE IS ALL ABOUT?

IF THEY ARE AFRAID OF TERRORISTS AND MAFIA WHO ARE AMIDST THE FLOWER FLOWER OF

THE SOCIETY…

lawyers and chartered accountants, let alone the ones that have the courage to call themselves liquidators...

WHAT ARE WE LEFT WITH?

A BUNCH OF KITTENS WHO RUN AWAY FROM THE SCENE OF CRIME, AND COME BACK ONLY TO CLEAN UP THE MESS… when things are quiet…

Jesus said “Father… take away this cup… is too sour for me to drink.” But then eventually he added “Be your will done, not mine”.

And so He went to die on a cross… He forgot His fear of mafia, He forgot His fear of terrorism… He defied terror… and He won the so called DEATH.

Police, if you can`t defy terror… then you are not worth to be called “police”.

And same I say to the SO CALLED MINISTERS OF GOD. If you cannot stand for God when terror arises, then step out … and go and have a little nap… like Don Abbondio…

FOR YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE HIS SOLDIERS not his wimps.

AMAZING!!!

When I was teaching in that miserable school provided by the Department School Education, whenever I complained about the students, swearing, and the like...

the Principal was also planning for my being placed into a mental hospital, instead of planning to put any disruptive student into a correction house where he/she would dig the garden and plant and plough, until he/she learnt how to sit at school, how to study, how to be diligent, how to be a student and not a future stalker, robber, killer, bomb thrower, tower knocker, fire lighter, litter of the streets of Sydney and the like...in other words, when he/she learned what the word "school" means, and how to be reverent of it, and thankful that he/she can actually approach such a wonderful place... a place which once upon a time, it was only a dream for people especially the ones who had no money or jobs to afford such a place of education for children ... and adults...