No Boyfriend, No Income, No Permit to sell my artwork on the streets of Paris… I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE DARLING, I AM HOME!

On the 7th of November, 2019, I arrived back to the 1st District on foot from the National Library of France (Paris) based in the 13th District – I got back at 7pm.  

I put up my tent up at the usual location in view of the police station and then with some spare change I had in my pocket, I left the tent unattended (after I installed it), for about 20 minutes to buy something to eat at the neighboring supermarket – My Auchan – and while I was absent from the tent, a black man unknown to me reportedly entered my tent and stole a stretch chord that was on the floor inside by the door, which was unzipped. It wasn’t worth anything really because I found it on the floor by the bins a while ago, so it wasn’t worth reporting; however, and eye witness reported some additional details that were worth noting here on my website.

She said the man looked Indian, and while he was entering my tent someone was taking photos so that it looks like he is with you inside the tent; apparently the private photographer and this intruder were together. From her high rise apartment window, she took some photos of her own but in the dark, the identity of both men was not visible.  

She has been following my website since its establishment and she watches me from her apartment window each night after work put up the tent in all weather and go to bed alone, every night, so she knows firsthand that THERE IS NO MAN!

When I accessed the computers at the public library the following day, I had an email from Malta asking me if I had a boyfriend – because I’m still legally married to my Maltese Husband Bradley Agius (and some interesting photos were attached, of a black man I do not know; it looks like the caretaker of the apartment block that directly faces my tent door to the left, a man unknown to me who is up at six am each day to take out the bins; which is when I start packing the tent from the outside).  

Personally, I thought it was the most ridiculous email I had ever received because everybody knows (even in Malta), that I don’t want that kind of company, not from men, not from women, not from anyone, and especially NOT while I am still legally married to my husband, as mentioned. I am saving myself for the witness stand in a divorce hearing that I intend to represent myself. Even if I was feeling lonely, which I am not, it’s highly unfair to drag another man into this mess, that has legally attached me to my Maltese husband for the past five years and ongoing. When it’s all finally finished, it will be a French Fireman that I will engaging with, a University Degree in Psychology and Publishing my books (all three volumes); I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE DARLING, I AM HOME!

To evade his financial liabilities in accordance to the marriage laws of Malta, where the hearing may end up scheduled, and accountability for breaching my Human Rights, my not so delightful husband has made false allegations (which he has tried to fabricate evidence for, with the help of his EUROPOL Detective Mate), for drugs and prostitution; but the French public are not stupid and neither are the French Police, they know what they see every night and that I am always alone, and how a drug problem manifests in people – which is not my presentation – the neighbors know when I am in the tent and when I am absent from it, IT’S STARING THEM IN THE FACE.

When I am legally divorced, and only when, I want a French Fireman to spend the rest of my life with, who is 20 years younger or so and has no ties, to live here in Paris with. As a personal preference, I particularly love natural blue eyes because they remind me of the ocean and they sky and those wonderful fishing days with my father in childhood; and if his penis is not big, his heart must be, they can’t both be small like my husband’s!