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WHATS UP TO DATE, PARIS (ME)
14th Janv, 2020 – 10:22am
Yesterday afternoon at approximately 3pm I temporarily left the university library at Moulins Campus in the 13th district of Paris. I knocked on the front door of local businesses to ask for a contribution of 2euros for photocopying.
I needed to photocopy 20 pages from the Psychology Text Book available in the library, which I can not burrow out because I can’t afford 34euros for a membership. The Information contained in this particular text book has ALL the study topics contained in the entry exam I aim to sit, in order to qualify for mature aged entry into University to study a BA in Psychology for next scholastic season.
I have only spoken to these local businesses in the 13th district for the first time and I’m obviously not very convincing because I unable to get anyone to help me out for just 2euros. Money isn’t something I believe in asking for but education is of utmost important and I needed to take this information in a photocopy version back to the tent.
After all the local businesses politely shut their doors, I returned to the said university library front desk on the ground floor and tried to negotiate a FREE Membership, which is available to job seekers and the unemployed. I wasn’t very convincing with them either so I used the public access computers till close and left on foot, as I do most week days days.
When I passed Notre Dame, on the way back, my touch pad automatically logged on to a familiar local wifi and I answered a ‘Hangouts’ call connecting me to Melbourne, Australia (which is my place of origin). Then connections from Sydney decided to also make contact regarding the Australian Bushfires and we ended up online till 4am – whilst I was sitting on a step opposite Notre Dame, next to the Prefecture of Police of France.
The were no major problems until 5am, when everyone got pretty drunk and took to the streets at St Michael Boulevard, after the bar they were drinking at closed – scattered groups harassing early morning locals going about their usual routine – and as a result, one man unknown to me separated from his drunken peers and decided to approach me in the back street and order me around in a drunken and disorder manner, acting like he’s known me all his life; I refused to shake his hand on demand but tolerated his aggression because he did not pose a threat. Aggression doesn’t bother me because I was raised by a culturally aggressive mother and learned early how to deal with it without allowing it to change my behavior. In fact it’s funny in a way because I may get uncomfortable when people are too nice to me, the aggression I can easily deal with. I gave this man a couple of lame excuses for leaving his undesirable company and turned the corner in the opposite direction.
I then stopped outside the Mono-Prix Supermarket on St Germane Boulevard, awaiting their food bins to be taken out by staff who had not yet arrived. By then it was 6am. The police drove past to check if I was OK and I informed them of the reason I was waiting outside Mono-Prix at that time of the morning, which is outside my usual routine.
In the morning I usually pack my tent before 8am that faces the 1st district police station at Rue March, Saint Honore, and then I make my way to local businesses (just around the corner) who are usually setting up their fruit and vegetable deliveries; they often help me with small donations of tomatoes and eggs to make my microwavable breakfast. After that I proceed on foot, a 2 hour journey to the 13st district to utilize the Moulins University Library, that is open to the public after 9am. So it was quite normal that the police stopped the car to ask if I was OK. Besides NO SLEEP, I was perfectly fine and I really appreciate the local cops for their care, as safety after all is a Fundamental Human Right.
The early morning Mono-Prix Supermarket Staff did not arrive on time, they were late, and I was too tired and cold to hold on any longer so I walked on to the University Library, as usual; which did not open till 10:30am…
Luckily the manager at ESKI helped me out with a strong espresso coffee before entering the University Library, so that I could be awake to continue this post, however spelling and typing errors have not yet been checked.
This is my experience today in PARIS, FRANCE.
Thanks for reading it.
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WHATS UP TO DATE, PARIS (ME)
Date and Time: January 16, 2020
Location: Today the Bibliothèque des Grands Moulins | BU Paris Diderot opened at 2:30pm, normally at 9am.
I arrived at 10am and waited outside the library (after cooking my meal at the canteen), till 2:30pm.
I found a website online – study.com – that has ALL my Psychology Research Topics in preparation for the test at the end of the year that I aim to sit, in hope to qualify as a mature aged applicant to study a BA in Psychology for 2021, in PARIS.
For anyone looking at doing the same, I’ve listed the following links that you may find helpful.
Thanks for reading.
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WHATS UP TO DATE, PARIS (ME)
Date and Time: Monday, 20th January, 2020 (11:12am)
Location: Today the Bibliothèque des Grands Moulins | BU Paris Diderot
The University Library that I use daily has a notice on the entrance door in French, notifying students that it will be closed ALL DAY (according to the translation I received from students of the university); however, I will be coming anyway to utilize the information that I have photocopied today from the Psychology Text Book (available in English only at this library), which gives me all the information I need for the entire day tomorrow – to study it all in the heated foyer or the canteen, with also gives me access to electricity and toilet. I will be here again all day tomorrow.
Usually here every week Monday to Saturday
Thanks for your interest
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WHATS UP TO DATE, PARIS (ME)
Date and Time: Tuesday 21th January, 2020 (11:59am)
Location: Today the Bibliothèque des Grands Moulins | BU Paris Diderot
The Library was closed all day for some unknown reason, while computer technicians seemed to be accessing the library from the side entrance of the building. During this time a man, obviously not a student of the university nor a repair (as he failed to carry identification), intentionally entered the Female toilets carrying 2 suit cases.
From the outside where I was seated by the window studying my Psychology Notes and accessing the internet using my touch-pad, I did not see what he was doing behind the wall inside, of the female toilet but he certainly took his time. A lady whom I recognized from the Malta University (a close financial connection to my husband), surprisingly entered the female toilet right after him and soon after they left together. She continued her own way outside the exit gates of the University Campus and he remained outside using his mobile phone. He was met with a security guard wearing THE RED SECURITY uniform (a man of Arab decent), and after some what looked like intense communication he left. I approached the security station and notified them that a man had entered the female toilets with no identification and they said it’s ok they know about it but no body else seemed to. Hmmm, INTERESTING!
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WHATS UP TO DATE, PARIS (ME)
Date and Time: Friday, 24th January, 2020 (11:45am)
Location: Today the Bibliothèque des Grands Moulins | BU Paris Diderot
I arrived at the usual library – des Grands Moulins – at 9:20am (in the morning at the usual time), on foot. I entered the foyer of the Bibliotheque and found a note written in French posted on the library doors by staff notifying students and guests that the library will be closed all day. So I set up one of the folded tables stacked in the Foyer next to the entrance door for light (inside the foyer), and commenced my studies and hand written notes for on-coming articles I intended to post on my website the following day. A girl with a strong English Accent from the UK, entered the foyer and introduced herself as a high school student, and set up the table next to me for her lap top. We chatted only briefly about my most recent online post regarding Domestic Violence – A MALE ILLNESS – and gave her the link to view and share the article, as she wishes. She was not a part of the university but the campus is open to general public, as of 2007.
A security guard of Arab decent, the same face in the red security uniform from last week (see the diary notes above dated Tuesday 21st January, 2020 (11:59am), approached me and ordered me to pack up the table and wanted to know what I was doing on the campus with all those documents. In a calm tone of voice I explained that the notes spread on the table are my Psychology Study Material and looking at the girl next to m, who looked too young to be a university student (and he said nothing to her), he ordered me to pack it all up. I looked him right in the eye and asked why first? He said in broken English that he is under instruction to move me from the entrance door of the foyer, despite the fact that I was not blocking anyone from entering. I didn’t think it was a big deal and said OK NO PROBLEM. He pursued me six times after that and my answer was the same, six more times I said OK NO PROBLEM. In front of the CCTV camera that records on MUTE, which he was keeping an eye on, it may have looked like we were arguing. For some strange reason he did not want me to remain in the foyer but I was using the WIFI, the ELECTRICITY, the TOILET and the foyer for a warm place to study my hand written psychology notes alongside other students. I DID NOTHING WRONG. I packed the table and made it clear to him that I was not leaving the foyer with my work unfinished and continued my hand written notes on my lap, while everyone else was allowed to use the tables. I didn’t care too much about his bullshit, because he is unknown to me, I just wanted to finish my study notes, and very focused on passing the test for a university entrance as a mature aged student to study Psychology next year.
I go the that university everyday on my own, I don’t know anyone, I do my work on the computer all day keeping to myself and making use of the psychology text books written in English (on campus); then I return to the first district in PARIS to put up the tent and sleep, and it’s the same routing every day.
NO ONE IS GOING TO STAND IN MY WAY!
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WHATS UP TO DATE, PARIS (ME)
Date and Time: Friday, 24th January, 2020; AT 3:30pm
Location: Today the Bibliothèque des Grands Moulins | BU Paris Diderot
…continuing on from the turn of events during the day, I took a short break to heat my food in the microwave at the canteen on campus, which is the building just around the corner from the library. I noticed a man follow me over into the canteen tea room, who was initially waiting outside. This man is UNKNOWN TO ME, I’ve never seem him before but he seemed to be on good communication terms with the security guard mentioned above (...of Arab decent, the same face in the same red security uniform, as detailed above).
I stopped in front of the microwave to prepare my food and he was leaning over me from behind trying to whisper something in my ear. I didn’t hear him because I was wearing my headphones listening to a song titled, ‘Invincible’; however, I could almost feel his right shoulder rubbing the ends of my jacket. When he realized I simply wasn’t interested (I intently ignored him and continued heating my food facing the microwave), in a desperate attempt to get my attention, he then reached over from behind and pulled my headphones off my ears. I didn’t bother to turn around and look at him because I didn’t feel threatened at all, I just felt he was being stupid like a spoiled 6 year old boy who can’t get his own way, I mean, that’s not how you get someone to pay attention to you, it was almost laughable – this is what we used to call THE LOSER EGO!
I continued on to a neighboring table to pack my food bag, trying to finish up so I could get back to my studies and he continued to pursue me with some language I did not understand. It sounded a little Arabic but I couldn’t say for certain because I had his voice in one ear and the music playing in the other. A student watching on got the impression that he was in love with me but love is two sided (not one sided) and there was absolutely NO PARTICIPATION ON MY PART WHAT SO EVER!
The leaned over and she asked me if I know him, and I laughed to myself and told her that I wouldn’t recognize him if he approached me again because I didn’t even bother to turn around. I simply wasn’t interested in him, I mean when a women doesn’t even bother to acknowledge you, that say’s it all. I never turned around and looked at his face not once.
When I talk to people I like, I give them eye contact, it’s the first thing I do so that I can pay attention to what they are saying.
Then she asked me if I have a boyfriend and I laughed out loud, and said to her THAT I DON’T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH ANOTHER MAN UNTIL I AM LEGALLY DIVORCED. I didn’t know I was talking to a feminist and a devoted reader of my website, who religiously reads my articles every week from the TrentEsta Social Media, online portal - https://gelicrisio73.wixsite.com/trentestasocialmadia/post/the-hidden-reality-of-small-penis-syndrome-aka-male-schizophrenia
She went on to inform me that she took some photo’s using her mobile phone of this man behaving like a 6 year old boy in the canteen trailing behind me at the microwave station (and it was obvious that I wanted nothing to do with him), and that she’ll be informing in private a well established connection of hers (of the university) to ascertain if this man is actually a student of the university; because she is in her fourth year of studies and has never seen him before; and that if it is established that he not a member of the university, she will be filing a formal complaint (attaching his photograph), addressing her concerns of bullying and harassment on campus directly to the Minister of Education in France, to protect other girls form his harassment. She said men like this don’t strike once.
She has witnessed me accessing the university on a daily basis and knows too well that I am always alone and keep to myself – I enjoy my own company too much – I told her that it won’t be necessary, that I am perfectly capable of fighting my own battles and that if I was concerned in any way, I would forward my own communication in the form of a statement directly to the police of the first district police station, where I put up my tent.
She laughed and said she personally knows the Minister of Education and that next time, her communication will not be with me, since I am acting like a superhero, but directly with the said ministry.
I couldn’t believe it, I’ve actually me my match in a way, another women who takes shit from NO MAN!
I WAS PROUD OF HER.
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WHATS UP TO DATE, PARIS (ME)
Date and Time: Monday, 10th February, 2020 (17:26pm)
Location: Today the Bibliothèque des Grands Moulins | BU Paris Diderot
Just got back to the Library at ‘des Grands Moulins, Paris Diderot (University Library)’, on foot, walking in the rain from the 1st district. I first arrived here at the University Library at 8:00am this morning and cooked my usual eggs at the cafeteria, using their microwave, then at 9:00am, I entered the University Library with everyone else who was waiting outside to get in.
At 2pm after tapping away relentlessly at the computer all morning, I started to get hungry and needed more food, so I left at 2:30pm from the University Library on foot and went back to the first district, Paris 75001, to the shops that usually give me what they don’t sell after the lunch time rush hour. It’s an arrangement I made with the managers in person last year and they’ve been pretty good so far. I cooked the the tomatoes and eggs they gave me at the supermarket next door, and added some raw spaghetti that I had left over from yesterday, using the guest microwave, at Carrefour City, 142 Rue Montmartre, 75002 Paris (another arrangement I made with the manager last year). Of course I am always by myself and I never have anyone with me by choice. The supermarket manager appreciates me and just yesterday he told me that I am never a problem for him and that it’s with his pleasure to allow me to use the guest microwave by the entrance door. After I finished cooking my food, I quickly ate it all and then raced back to the University Library, here at the, Bibliothèque des Grands Moulins | BU Paris Diderot and arrived at the 13th district at 17:15, wet from the rain but happy that I made it back early enough to have another 2 hours of internet time because currently I am very busy with my studies, and finding time to keep my website up to date: https://gelicrisio73.wixsite.com/trentestasocialmadia
Thank you, for reading my day.
Anne Ox
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WHATS UP TO DATE, PARIS (ME)
Date and Time: Wednesday, 29th January, 2020; From 9am to 2pm
Location: Today the Bibliothèque des Grands Moulins | BU Paris Diderot
CLOSED, the Grands Moulins library was closed. I waited till 2pm and then left and returned on foot to the 1st Arr; to use this Library at Westfield - Cinema Library - for a few minutes to check my posts... and update this one.
On the way back this afternoon, I was stopped by a stranger while trying to sip my tea in front of the Pompidu Centre, outside, who wanted a conversation - which I denied him and continued on to this Cinema Library inside Westfield Shopping Centre. I arrived back here to the 1st Arr. at aprox. 4pm
Thank you, for your interest.
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WHATS UP TO DATE, PARIS (ME)
Date and Time: Wednesday, 13th February - Thursday, 2020; From 14:01 (pm)
Location: Today the Bibliothèque des Grands Moulins | BU Paris Diderot
ATthe Grands Moulins library today; I opened a new Gmail account for the Voicebohx Online Directory (https://gelicrisio73.wixsite.com/trentestasocialmadia/about), that I am trying to establish to list local businesses mainly, and 10 minutes later two young men, both unknown to me, arrived together (one of them of Middle Eastern Appearance), and sat next to me – they were in a hurry to occupy the computers next to me and plugged their mobile phones via USB to the screen. A few minutes later, I got a new Gmail message notifying me of an attempt to synchronize my new account on a mobile phone, so I requested to have this particular device blocked by clicking the option that say’s ‘this is not my device’. Then a second message, identical to the first one but this time a different mobile phone model listed, was apparently also trying to synchronize my Gmail account. I don’t own a mobile phone and I don’t want one. To open this particular Gmailaccount, I had to use a telephone number belonging to a female student by consent, which I immediate deleted from the security settings in front of her,once I was able to gain access.
The whole time while tapping away at the computer, I had my back turned to my jacket and bag both sitting on top of my trolley, that was parked behind my chair. When I turned back around and reached into my jacket pocket to access my USB, it was gone. I didn’t really have anything important on that USB, it was all lap top stuff and material I have already published online, and a scattered draft of my book titled, ‘Betrayed Not Beaten’, (https://gelicrisio73.wixsite.com/trentestasocialmadia/post/betrayed-not-beaten); a 650 page book that is now finished but not yet published. The full and final script, LUCKILY, was not on that USB.
The same thing happened with my head phones last week after I retrieved them from the toilet where I accidentally left them.
To combat this problem I used to sit on an isolated desk on the first floor, next to the staff/reception desk, which has an old computer on it that can not be hacked because it has no Bluetooth and no internet access, however, it’s good for compiling documents on Ms Word and it’s all in English; the only computer in the whole building in English, and the only one that plays Portable DVD’s, which is what all all my study material is stored on.
Last week for some unknown reason, staff banned me from using that isolated desk on the first floor (they did not give me a reason), and so I asked to move the old computer, the only one in English that sits on it, onto another table so that I could use it to at least access my study material. Staff said ‘NO’. Since then I’ve had my USB and HEADPHONES stolen that I can not afford to replace, my Gmail account subject to Hacking and in addition, I am effectively prevented from accessing my study material that is stored on my DVD; I explained the above mentioned reasons to staff but it didn’t change their answer.
Alternatively I can ask the front desk to allow me daily use of their head phones and a USB, but you need to be a student or a member of the library for that privilege and a membership for non-students costs 34Eur’s, which I don’t have. I don’t even have 10Cents to photo-copy a page from one of their Biology Text Books that I use daily to study my material from, how am I going to afford 34Eur’s for a membership. I don’t steal and I don’t beg. It’s not my style!
Of course JOB SEEKERS registered with the local association get this membership for FREE on presentation of a letter that represents them (and a few homeless people seem use this system), but I AM NOT A JOB SEEKER and NOT REGISTERED WITH ANY ASSOCIATION because I WANT TO GET INTO UNIVERSITY NEXT YEAR TO STUDY A BA IN PSYCHOLOGY AND I DON’T NEED A SOCIAL WORKER to hold my hand to do that, (or for anything else), I AM independent, an excellent communicator with sound social skills, happy go lucky disposition and perfectly CAPABLE of taking care of things for myself.
IN ADDITION, I CAN NOT ENTER THE WORKFORCE WITHOUT AN ADDRESS BECAUSE EVERYONE HAS TO PAY TAXES AND FRENCH LAW REQUIRES A STABLE, RESIDENTIAL ADDRESS TO DO THAT FROM – AS INFORMED BY THE POLICE.
I am still legally married to my husband, Bradley Agius – no changes what so ever to my marital status and no notices received to suggest otherwise (as previously posted); because I have been denied the opportunity to represent myself – and I have no boyfriend or such company, and that includes NO SEX, by choice. The only man I have had consented sex with, since departing Australia, in December of 2012, is my Maltese Husband, Bradley Agius; and GOD is my witness. Thank You, Jesus.
Thank you, for your interest.
The Author
A Gelicrisio
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