DISCLAIMER

DISCLAIMER:

Date of completion of this document: Monday 6th September, 2021 at 5:15am in Paris – Location, outside the Sofitel Hotel in Paris next to the American Embassy, within an arms reach of the Gendarmerie Military Police of France (it’s my second location when I need electricity overnight).

I Anne Lucy Agius, born 12/12/1973 (AKA – Gelicrisio), ceased co-habitation with my husband Bradley Agius, born 17/11/1989, on the 28th July, 2014; I was subjected to his Family Violence because of his infidelity that resulted into the birth of an illegitimate child. My husband who was employed at the time, refused to continue my rent and collected the bond money of our rental – the matrimonial home – the lease papers were signed only in my name, which forced me into homelessness. He was employed with the Ministry of Social Solidarity, a job he knew he was getting before the interview promised by Gozo Police in Malta, on the grounds he’d ‘get rid of me first. My wish was to study a BA in Psychology at the local Malta University, as a mature aged applicant and only work part-time, both of which I couldn’t do once forced into homelessness. My living standards have been grossly reduced to life on the streets for seven long years now, and yet I have committed not one single crime – witnessed by Stephen Mallia, the Maltese Police Commissioner Assistant. While on the streets, I’ve experienced pain and suffering and poverty beyond my wildest dreams – not a single cent received from my husband nor any initiative made to restore my living standards throughout the ordeal. In addition, my husband has since impregnated three different women, and has one daughter (Maltese) and two son’s (Maltese and French); a method that he believes will help him avoid accountability for Spousal Maintenance in my case. My husband’s contacts within the Maltese government that have stemmed to EUROPOL are without a doubt an unfair advantage. It can be argued that I have been subjected to defamation of character (my husband circulating false rumors of drug use and prostitution) , deprivation of liberty (Maltese Police withholding my passports and identity card for two years preventing me from leaving the country), loss of enjoyment (pain and suffering not being able to fund the continuation of my own living standards and basic needs, including but not limited to, physical injury), loss of work opportunities and therefore no income, stalking via harassment (homeless men with criminal intentions and a long list of police records – all unknown to me – following me around, trying to sleep close by and in addition subjecting me to violence where police statements have been made in France), and my life endangered (see the attached police reports – stoning my tent with rocks big enough to put a hole in a large glass window of a shop-front).

To justify his actions, my husband has circulated slander and blatant lies that I sell my body, am stalking him, prone to unprovoked aggression resulting from a Mental Health disorder that makes me a danger to the public (despite the clearance before leaving Australia to travel Europe) and in addition to all that rubbish, a drug habit. It is not unreasonable to assume that such statements may have been the major contributing factor for being denied entry into the Malta University for four consecutive years and rejection at every level while pursuing legitimate employment with a homelessness status (as a homelessness status makes all those false allegations, make sense). In continuance, I have never had any sexual relations what-so-ever with anyone from the begging to current times, and I have remained completely faithful to my marital vows – my husband, Bradley Agius, is the only man I have ever had consented sex with since leaving Australia (my place of origin) to visit Malta and experience Paris.

The marriage to my husband Bradley Aguis is still intact and legally binding, there has never been any amicable agreement made to legally separate and I have had NO notices to suggest otherwise (…my location and contact email address have always been published online and are available for public viewing via my website and LinkedIn, that can be found just by googling my full name – giving my husband no excuse to deny me Spousal Maintenance in accordance to Section 72FLA of Malta – Mediation never took place and a hearing for divorce via the courts has never been scheduled, anywhere throughout the European Union. My husband and I are both living in Paris and have been for over two years, which qualifies this case for proceedings via the French Divorce Courts/Tribunal located at 75017; his lawyer is also local – Ms Olivia Uzan, who is only representing him.

Every year since ceasing cohabitation, I have made attempts to bring the matter in-front of the judge as a matter of urgency, but have experienced obstruction beyond my comprehension; and lawyers funded by the legal aid system telling me they’re simply not qualified to take on this Complicated International ‘Divorce By Fault’ Matter, while other’s telling me that they are not willing to action my case on legal aid funds because the file alone, will take too long to compile – so I have done it myself complying with administration standards, including page titles and numbering in dated order, each individual section.

It's important to note that in the entire time I’ve been homeless in Paris, I’ve never slept in a hotel. It’s also important to note that in addition to that, I’ve never had the privilege of catching taxi’s, using the public transport system and riding on paid scooters and bicycles (not including the initial trip from the Air-port to Paris on the shuttle); pushing large trollies and/or carrying heavy baggage around town all day every day and in addition to that, not a single cent next to my name which forces me to walk everywhere. I’ve been hit by car’s twice while crossing correctly on the ‘green-figure’, because they didn’t want to wait till I reached the other side of the road, while slowly dragging along heavy luggage in exhaustion, tired and hungry – that resulted in a broken foot I never got treated (…where was I gong to leave all that luggage while walking around on crutches all day?).

I’ve never been employed simply because one can not pay taxes living in a tent, the police told me that themselves, it’s simply not legal. I’ve tried to overcome this by applying for a permit to sell art work on the streets of Paris, and I was denied – I made countless attempts to negotiate permission with local police regarding this permit, as a residential address is not required but I was denied; selling my hand made olive-bead jewelry would give me money to at least a coffee every morning and regular meals each day. The police gave me no reason but just told me that it’s not possible.

With an address, I could go to university and be deemed employable with international companies like ‘Loreal’ for example and the American Banks established in Paris who are always looking for English speakers, given my twenty-one years of business related experience from customer service to people management in all four industries, including banking. To demonstrate my competencies, I have attached to this 300plus page divorce-file (that’s I’ve also compiled single handedly on very limited resources) both the ‘Proposal for Europe’s First Rehabilitation Centre for Women and Children of Domestic Violence and the ‘Marketing Action Plan for the Catholic Church’ (both compiled single handedly on the streets under all weather).

On the streets I’ve been socially isolated, simply because I don’t make friends with people who enjoy wasting their lives away on drugs and alcohol, who steal and are prone to unprovoked aggression – we have no common ground to establish friendships – I have had no association what-so-ever with other homeless people (men and women). The only friends I’ve managed to make are those working for the Police Force whom I’ve come in contact with because of circumstances beyond my control; and in addition to all that, there had never been social workers nor associations involved in this case since being grossly failed by the system on all four corners.

My strength however, is drawn from daily prayers of the Holy Rosary, and any glory I can claim from surviving all this belongs to GOD, for he can do what I cannot.

I have been failed by both the system and my husband’s broad support network that stem from his place of employment to EUROPOL – power of position that me, one single person alone in the streets with no title cannot possibly contend with, suffering a significant disadvantage.

In this Divorce Application, I am seeking seven years of back-payment for food, rent, bills, clothing and medical and in addition adequate compensation for pain and suffering and a gross reduction of living standards. We cannot let reference to gender and culture and custom legitimize violence against women.