My disappearance was calculated on several occasions, which needed the involvement of a social worker (against my will and all, behind my back) in order not to arouse suspicion… someone credible to speak on my behalf an in my ‘Presumed Absence’; Chapter 1, Of Presumption of Absence of the Civil Code of France:
Art. 112 – Where a person has ceased to appear at the place of his dinomicile or residence and has not been heard from, the judge of guardianships may, on the application of the parties concerned or of the Government procurator, establish that there is presumption of absence.
Art. 115 - The judge may, at any time and even of his own motion, put an end to the task of the person thus designed; he may also replace him.
…this information came from a very reliable source, a representative of the police force (whose identity will NOT be disclosed, under any circumstances for obvious reasons – he is also working with the same anti-corruption investigative reporter from Italy, that I’ve been talking to online since my arrival); and apparently there is film crew involved in the efforts to ‘Presume me Absent’, that is well acquainted with both my husband’s contacts in EUROPOL and the AMERICA UNIVERSITY… that visits the Frist and Second Districts of Paris, on a regular basis making their so-called movies… and what’s more concerning, they are said to be working-in quite closely, with a particular shift of the police force who are apparently accepting high end bribes... Furthermore, the intricate details are currently the subject of Private Investigations to establish the evidence for litigation purposes; and therefore, NO further information can be given on this subject as yet, but I am going to make this very clear, that even when I get my divorce settlement,
I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE!!!
DID YOU KNOW?
Snow White was homeless when Florian found her, an X-Military Soldier who was commissioned to help the powerful destroy her – to rip out her heart as the ultimate prize for those who envied it, the only thing money can’t buy – but instead, Florian fell in love with her. Despite the daily challenges that endangered her life and the ransom on her head, the love in her heart was so unique and powerful that it attracted wild birds from the tree tops and people of a good nature who adored her. Her black hair, white skin and red lips didn’t make her Florian’s princess (although attractive, these are common features in cold climates), but SURVIVING HER DEATH DID.
Jealousy, is born of hatred and hatred is one of the four forces of evil but LOVE WILL ALWAYS WIN!
When I arrived in Paris – winter of 2017 – it snowed heavily, after the dry spell that lasted approximately eight years. The French were somewhat amused and accused me of bringing the snow with me and so from that moment, they started calling me Snow White. In Malta, the Maltese, gave me the same title and even published two articles about me they named, ‘Snow White is in Malta…’ (because of the similarities of the story line). Both the French and Maltese, agreed on the root of the problem, being jealousy, and in both countries wild birds naturally befriended me, which left locals speechless.
In Malta, a wild sparrow used sit on my hat happily chirping his songs, as I walked gracefully down the main streets of Valletta, homeless; at one point it became a tourist attraction. This little sparrow had some competition with the wild pigeons at feeding time, causing people to stare with their mouths open and others taking photo’s like mad acting like they don’t have television. The Maltese, thought this little sparrow had a string tied to his foot that kept him on my hat but when they checked, they were dumb-founded; and so I became their Snow white but my prince was not in Malta.
In France, the winter of 2019, on Champs-Elysees (Paris), while sitting on a park bench enjoying a fresh sandwich someone donated, a wild bird the size of that little sparrow in Malta (mentioned above) with feathers of blue, green and yellow, glistening in the cold winter sun, flew straight down from the tree top onto my chest and remained there eating the breadcrumbs that were falling from my hand held sandwich onto my cardigan; I was amazed at how this little bird did not fear me, as I could have just grabbed him in an instant – his wild instincts told him that I am safe – my heart filled with joy that could not be explained by words watching quietly this little wild bird eat off my cardigan as he carefully sorted the wool from the breadcrumbs with his little green beak, like he didn’t have a care in the world. It was really magical. The tourists suddenly appeared from nowhere and were going mad taking photo’s but when one of them came too close, the bird flew away. I politely asked the tourists to step back and when they backed away from the park bench where I was seated, the little wild bird came back and continued eating the breadcrumbs from my cardigan but this time he also let me gently caress the back of his head before returning to the tree top. My heart was filled with GLEE for the rest of the week, as I drew back on that memory and the emotions tied to that memory were very special, I felt privileged.
The word spread fast among the tourists who were taking it turns stopping me asking ‘who are you… and where did you come from?’ So I gave them the usual spiel, ‘well, there was a storm and the clouds parted and I fell from the sky’ and one of them said ‘and it looks like the birds followed you over’. As soon as I mentioned I was homeless, they labelled me ‘Snow White’ and to entertain them a little more, I added ‘yeah well, apparently I brought the snow with me too!’
One of them said ‘all you need now is your prince’ and I ignored it because after what my husband did, I wasn’t in the mood for another man – it was too early for that – I had very little knowledge of the story of Snow White and I didn’t even know the name of her prince because I grew up loving Thumbelina and Madeline (both set in Paris), Annie and The Never Ending Story.
It wasn’t till I met my Florian Tiziani, that I realized the name of the prince from the story of Snow White, was Florian too... and again, jealousy raises its ugly head among the powerful but GOOD ALWAYS WINS IN THE END, DEMONSTRATED IN EVERY FAIRYTALE AND THIS ONE, IS NO DIFFERENT.
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