Malta operates strictly on a system of ‘who you know’ not on justice, they may as well not have a justice system because it doesn’t work. People in Malta, took it upon themselves to push and provoke me into retaliation because they somehow translated the defamatory files that were passed around in my name (from one police station to another) that deemed me a danger to the community, as a licence to provoke me into violence. They wanted to see the danger but there was NONE! John Steinbeck, winner of the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature described it beautifully, when writing about small towns: A town is a thing like a colonial animal. A town has a nervous system and a head and shoulders and feet. A town is a thing separate from all other towns, so that there are no two towns alike. And a town has a whole emotion. How news travels through a town is a mystery not easily to be solved. News seems to move faster than small boys can scramble and dart to tell it, faster than women can call it over the fences. The nerves of the town were pulsing and vibrating with the news… Before panting little boys could strangle out the words, their mothers knew it. The news swept on past the brush houses, and it washed in a foaming wave into the town of stone and plaster. It came to the priest walking in his garden (and it put a thoughtful look in his eyes and a memory…) It is wonderful the way a little town keeps track of itself and of all its units. If every single man and woman, child and baby, acts and conducts itself in a known pattern and breaks no walls and differs with no one and experiments in no way and is not sick and does not endanger the ease and peace of mind or steady unbroken flow of the town, then that unit can disappear and never be heard of. But let one man step out of the regular thought or the known and trusted pattern, and the nerves of the townspeople ring with nervousness and communication travels over the nerve lines of the town; then every unit communicates to the whole. Lucky for me, I had a mother who taught me how to suffer, which made me highly resilient;;; and during psychology lectures, I was taught that resilience is a sign of intelligence. I was sometimes bullied in Malta, pushed and shoved and even punched in the face one time by an old man who claimed to be drunk in Paceville, but he knew exactly what he was doing; how convenient an excuse like alcohol. This old man was aggressive but not strong enough to do any damage, he didn’t even leave a mark on my face (it was more an insult); Paceville is the party capital of Malta, and not the best place to hang out, women get raped there all the time (and more police are needed), but it’s open all night and when you can’t lock the door because you don’t have a home, it’s safer to stay awake at nights and sleep during the day on the beach in the presence of lots of others enjoying the beach. So this was my strategy. The old man, mentioned above, walked passed me one morning in Paceville, and called out ‘hey good looking, how much’, and I replied with ‘go f*ck yourself mate’. I didn’t really know what he meant, whether he wanted drugs, alcohol or sex but either way, he wasn’t going to get anything from me because I don’t do any of those things. Then he noticed the wooden cross on my left shoulder and said ‘so you think you’re a f*cking nun do you?’ I ignored him and kept walking but he pursued me, trailing close behind. Then he caught up to me and from behind, he punched me in the face (on my left side); he didn’t give me a chance to react but it didn’t hurt so I kept walking, and said ‘…and that’s the best you can do is it?” and I laughed out loud. I continued on forward hoping he would just piss off but he wasn’t finished and trailing behind, he added, ‘no one tells me to go f*ck myself’ so I replied with, ‘go f*ck yourself, go f*ck yourself and go f*ck yourself again’ he was positioning himself to throw another punch but this time I was ready for him and turned around to face him in a fighting stance with my guard up and when he saw that I didn't fear him, he changed his mind, called me crazy and left; but the unprovoked aggression was his problem not mine, so whose the crazy one. A security guard standing outside of a neighbouring hotel, who was nearing the end of his nightshift witnessed the incident involving this old man and asked me if everything is OK. I said, ‘don’t worry about it he’s just a stupid man; people that use their brains should never have to use your fists, he obviously doesn't have any!' He laughed and then asked me why I didn’t hit him back. In a brief five minute conversation, I explained that ‘…it’s because I’d have a hard time proving the act of self defence, I mean if I had of hit the old man back answering to his aggression, he would have end up in hospital, with a broken jaw, eating out of a straw, and I would have ended up answering to the police who were waiting and ready to receive me with open arms to support the fabricated evidence contained in the files they illegally cross-referenced in my name, on a closed case, brought over from…’, and before I got a chance to say ‘Australia’ he cut in and said ‘oh now I know who you are, you’re the Ninja, that girl from Australia, supposedly a danger to the community, a murderer they told us, yet you had enough sense in your head to understand that this old man, in his drunken state, is no match for you with your fighting background, a black belt 2nd Dan Instructor and a state champion I believe…’; he continued ‘…and yet you had enough self control to keep your hands to yourself; and they’ve got the cheek to call YOU a danger to the community I don't know where they got that shit from;;; and well if you’re such a danger to the community, then what am I, I would have hit that old man straight back without thinking twice?’ A little astonished, I said to this security guard, ‘how do you know all this about me?’ he said, ‘Everyone knows, this is small Malta, you do something today, by tomorrow (or even this afternoon) everyone knows about it; and we’ve seen you train your Martial Arts outside by the beach, it’s obvious you’ve got a lot of experience’. I don’t have a choice but to train publicly, which I don’t really like doing but it’s the only way I can get it done. People in Malta, used to always stop and take pictures acting like they’re witnessing the making a new box office smash hit or something like that; so I started offering FREE Kickboxing Lessons in Valletta, (outside) to all Maltese women to combat the accepted levels of violence against women, I thought I may as well make good use of my experience, given the Domestic Violence Figures for such a small island are sadly at epidemic proportions and the people get from the Government is lip service. The money that should be allocated to stop it, stays in their back pockets. In response to this opportunity, Maltese detectives/police, taking their instructions from EUROPOL, blocked the website link that I created to accept registrations – that in two days already had 180 women registered – they (the police) accused me of building an army, but I didn’t realise we were at war!!! Everyone knew about that incident in the back streets of Paceville, where EUROPOL shot dead a man, cleaned the scene with bleach and called the local police acting all innocent; that bullet was apparently for me but I outran them and hid under a car that was leaking oil;;; (see the link: https://gelicrisio73.wixsite.com/trentestasocialmadia/post/freedom-is-not-free-thank-you-daphne)... This was witnessed by residents who didn’t even bother to call the police because they didn’t want to get involved; after that, everyone started calling me Rambo. One lady who initially registered her two daughters for the Free Kickboxing Lessons, said that despite all the bullshit the Maltese were being fed about me, time reveals all, and after four years in Malta of trial and tribulations, it was obvious to her that I was innocent and a good person. She was part of a large community in Saint Julian’s (where my auntie lived) and on her Facebook Wall she posted… ‘WE, THE COMMUNITY, HAVE NEVER SEEN ANNE RAISE HER HANDS TO ANYONE, WE’VE NEVER SEEN HER GET ANGRY NOR HAVE WE EVER WITNESSED ANY SIGNS OF AGGRESSION AND EVERYONE KNOWS HOW MUCH THE MALTESE LOVE PROVOKING HER; THEY WANT TO SEE THE DANGER BUT THERE IS NONE!’ Perverting the course of justice and a deprivation of liberty is the crime in question!
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