Cyber criminalité : J’aurais tweeté que “je suis une grosse pute”

Je suis une pute

Il est vendredi le 23 juin 2017 il est 18h25

 

A l’attention de la Police Fédérale belge  – Section Cyber Crime 

 

Cher Inspecteur de police ,

Concerne : adresse IP: 91.183.159.198
J’ai constaté un tweet avec des propos indécents que j’aurais envoyé il y environs 115 minutes.   Je me trouve dans une bibliothèque Bruxelloise.  J’ai démarré ma session à 14h pile.  J’ai ouvert Twitter (@unitedchambers) exactement il y a 45 minutes et je n’ai effectué aucun message aujourd’hui.

Pourtant, il y trois messages (voir ci-joint) qui manquent de dignité et qui ont été postées.  Ces messages disent “qui veut me baiser mettez vos CV”, “je suis une grosse pute” et “venez après l’aid”.

Visiblement il s’agit de quelqu’un de fâché ou d’un jaloux, qui m’en veut pour quelque chose.  Cela m’est arrivé que mes tweets reçoivent des “like” d’un profil avec des photos pornographiques.  Je bloque l’usager souvent pour ne plus faire des envois à mon compte.

Il est aussi arrivé qu’on change les photos dans mes articles sur WordPress en photos avec des vulgarités pour choquer mon public qui consiste de hauts dignitaires.  Les liens sont identiques comme celle qui sont générés par WordPress.

Je viens de désactiver en Twitter une application que je ne connais pas, à la quelle je ne suis pas inscrite, mais à laquelle mon compte Twitter a été couplé.  Je me rappelle pas avoir donné l’accord pour partager les donner avec le compte Twitter.  L’application s’appelle Manetch ( https://www.manetch.com )

Je viens également de changer mon mot de passe partout.

 

L’endroit où je me trouve vient de connaitre des problèmes de serveur quelques minutes après que j’ai démarré Twitter une première fois, un peu après 14h.   Après 5 minutes, l’écran se fige, et puis tout devient noir chez tous les utilisateurs dans cette endroit.  Un steward est venu annoncer qu’ils travaillent sur les serveurs.

Ils ont redémarré tous les ordinateurs.  Sauf le mien a tardé à redémarré.  J’étais au poste 27.  Il m’ont donné un autre poste numéro 29.

Moins de 3 minutes après que j’ai démarré Twitter une deuxième fois, j’ai eu le problème de nouveau.  Les serveurs ont été redémarrés et le problème s’est reproduit.    L’écran se fige elle s’éteint chez tout le monde.

Est-il possible que quelqu’un hack mon compte Twitter à la bibliothèque publique ?

J’ai partagé mes observations avec la monitrice de la salle concernant le hacking de mon compte sur Twitter qui est survenu presque en même temps comme l’échec des serveurs.  Elle m’a écouté attentivement.  “Non, le problème de Twitter n’a rien à voir avec le problème avec nos serveurs”, elle a dit.  elle m’a dit que d’habitude ils redémarrent les serveurs avant l’ouverture de la salle, et qu’elle ne comprenais pas  pourquoi soudainement aujourd’hui ils ont choisi de faire l’entretient pendant la journée.

 

Bien que je ne me fais pas de soucis, j’aimerai également signaler la mise hors service de la téléphonie mobile (au 0465 40 15 98) depuis le 19 juin 2017 dans la soirée.  Il s’agit d’un numéro chez Lyca.  Il est vrai que j’ai épuiser tout le crédit d’appel.  Je me suis enregistrée à Anvers. Il y a plus d’un mois.  Normalement je devrai pouvoir recevoir les appels. Or, je ne sais plus recevoir ou faire des appels.

 

Je vous tiendrai certainement au courant de toute activité suspecte par ordinateur, smartphone ou autre.  N’hésitez pas de contacter, cher Inspecteur de police, si vous avez des questions.

 

Vous pouvez me joindre par Twitter @nahemamine ou @Unitedchambers ou par e-mail à nmouali@firemail.de, ou par le site http://allahghaleb.wixsite.com/united-chambers/contact

 

En vous remerciant et en remerciant toute la Police Fédérale de Belgique, je vous prie d’agréer, cher Inspecteur de police, l’expression de mes sentiments respectueuses.

 

Naima Mouali

Could the Euro be the SDR ?

Euro blood money

Just when I was planning a letter to the International Criminal Court, I began to find the answers on why there is so much criminality.  

It is the Euro

I understand that the court of Justice is not a bank to complain about everything which is wrong with the Euro. There are simple things which the currency investors normally look at, and to which we will be looking at together in this article : these things are for instance the accounting and the investment method which is behind every currency.  

When it comes to the Euro, there is no accounting method attached to the currency, given that all the countries in the Eurozone have different fiscal systems and there is no link between them.  The Eurozone itself is not a country, and it therefore can’t have an accounting system.   It never will.  It is also surprising that the Euro wasn’t rolled out throughout the European Union for stabilizing the currency.   The more people contribute to the currency, the more interesting the currency is for the currency investors.
When I say that no accounting system is supporting the Euro, the questions which arise are  :

  1. Which efforts are supporting the currency ?  
  2. What and how is the currency supported ?     

 

When I say that no investment method is supporting the Euro, I mean by this that I can’t find a rational behind the slow rate of growth and employment in the European Union and the extraordinary appreciation of the Euro particularly in 2016, when the Greek crisis was really bad.

In my humble opinion, I believe that given the very high external debts in most of the Eurozone countries no country in the Eurozone is supporting the Euro.  

In the financial world, they make us believe that “a joint Eurobond could be, essentially, another way of allowing weaker euro zone economies to benefit from association with stronger economies.   It could also bring the region’s fiscal integration closer”, says an article from CNBC, which questions what exactly the Eurobond is

Given the fewer debts in the rest of the European Union countries outside of the Eurozone, I think the Euro is stabilized by the contributions from the countries in the European Union, that are outside of the Eurozone, like Slovakia, Czech Republic, Bulgaria, Romania, Hungary and perhaps the bigger regions like Poland as well.   

However, the GDP per capita in the European Union  countries outside of the Eurozone indicate that these are not the economically the most dynamic countries of Europe.  They are being presented as the least industrialized countries, if not the poorest.  Yet they have fewer debts than the countries in the Eurozone.

 

A booklet or a flyer about why investing in the Euro would be advantageous is also missing !

As so little is known about the Euro, then perhaps something else must be stabilizing the currency, and in my opinion it is all the criminality which I am denouncing on Allah Ghaleb, such as the looting of the government funds.  I know this because that is what they wanted me to help them do by disposing of the projects for my country Morocco and by forcing me into joining a non-profit organization.  See handover of dossier about Daniel C. Renson, a member of a mafia which I incriminate. I turned a deaf ear to all their proposals.

Given that there is no accounting system, no markets and and no exchange attached to the Euro, the Euro must be stabilized with the proceeds from the illegal migration, the sales in false papers, the human traffic and the prostitution-slavery through lounges like Mawazine and Sheherazad lounge, the drug trade all over the world, the cancer, the HIV, the terrorism, the civil wars everywhere, and the illegal weapons trade everywhere including in the European Union.

For proving this, the Justice system should look at the women in the prostitution-slavery. The majority of the victims of the prostitution are women from Poland, Romania, Bulgaria and Hungary, to name a few countries.  The victims mostly arrive in Belgium attracted by the promise to find a job and to earn money in an honest way.  So far  I have never heard of Belgian prostitution-slavery victims in Poland, in Romania or anywhere in the world, including Morocco, to name a country outside the European country.   The prostitution-slavery does not exist in the other direction.  It makes of Belgium a the platform for the prostitution-slavery.   

For keeping the injustices against the people from these European countries quiet, they kill the victims and they pay insiders to the police and the Justice system for masking the crime, by labeling it differently, for keeping it quiet.  Like one Belgian critic told me “they find a dead body with two bullets and they label it as a suicide”.  Since we are unable to count the victims, I am suggesting to count the cold cases.   

Inside the Euro-zone there are countries such as Greece, Spain, Cyprus and Italy from whicnh no sex-migrants are exported, but where the sex is part of the tourism deal.  The tourist pays the invoice with all the (sex)services included outside the tourist destination, and then he or she travels to the tourist destination to get this type of “fun”.

That is the economy behind the Euro, in my opinion because that would explain the absence of an accounting system.  

The Anna Lindh Foundation could also be an explanation for the irrational appreciation of the Euro on the markets.  It is only very curious that the Moroccan government never earned a cent on their invests in the Eurobond and that Egypt’s economy didn’t improve with an Anna Lindh Foundation on it’s territory.  I have requested its shut-down in Alexandria as a preventive measure against occult terrorism funding.  I mean, when you don’t understand the ins and outs of a financial institution on your territory, don’t keep it standing there.  It’s what I suggested to Sweden.  It could be funding operations against your establishment.

 

The Euro Needs Massive Migration

If you are still not intrigued by the Euro, then know that the criminality is directed against all the migrants, especially those from the “third world countries”.  These are the people who have been supporting the Euro without realizing that the legal troubles which are created against them, such as accusing the people of falsifying the travel visas, and fining them for this.  It is how the Euro is being kept very strong.

I have made this connection in a letter to Belgian State Secretary for Asylum and Migration, Mr Theo Francken, about an investigation of an entry visa to Belgium for my nephew who was living in Morocco.  My parents filled out the necessary documents with the Antwerp administration, and I requested an investigation to Mr Bart De Wever, the Mayor of Antwerp.I requested an investigation to Mr Bart De Wever, the Mayor of Antwerp.   My nephew was arrested at arrival in Brussels for his visa.  He may ignore that it was probably a fake one. which may have been corrupted at some point and most likely by people who work for the Belgian State.  

Instead of sending the young man back to Morocco, he was given the time to phone his aunt in Antwerp and to request my father to pay the fine.  My father did this as if he were the criminal, and the chances are that it was recorded by the police as he had committed a crime.  In this way my family would appear as people who have had trouble with the legal system.

The bottomline is that my nephew was allowed into Belgium, possibly with the intention to affect the whole entire family with legal cases, simply because they were unaware of my nephew possibly being illegally present in our house.   In this way they will have our family pay during many long years the fines that are basically related to a very large scale setup in which absolutely the entire country of Belgium was participating.

On 17 April 2017, I have also brought the problem to the awareness of the Belgian Minister of Foreign Affairs Vice Prime Minister Mr Didier Reynders, to confirm if Belgium has ever issued a visa for my nephew.  I wrote to him about the same two years ago, I am still waiting for his answer….

I am encouraging Mr Francken to investigate thoroughly this dossier to find out whether there is a parallel market for forged Belgian identity cards.  This dossier will provide guidance to the responsible people who have chosen to enrich themselves or their banks with that kind of cash flow.   The tracks may run up to the Euro.

 

That would explain why the foreigners are massively being attacked all the time, while the European people were being spared.  That is where the racism was coming from.   An excellent model of scam is Emgoldex, a parallel market of gold bars in Brussels in which a foreign nation as well as a big number of foreigners get rolled.

The scammers made it look as if Emgoldex comes from Dubai to inspire trust with the potential buyers of the gold bars.  They use Dubai because they know that Belgium doesn’t inspire any trust with any foreigners who are living here.  Since it is a parallel market, the risk of buying gold is to get in legal trouble.  Lots of foreigners signed up because it was a member-get-member program.   The amount of economic and financial racism is excessive.

The same amount of racism appears again in mergers with stockmarkets and aquisitions of banks between Belgium and any country.  When I learned about an MoU between Dubai and Brussels, and this during a time when eight Dubai princesses were sued by the Belgian Criminal Court for slavery. I have warned the authorities of the dangers of “going to bed” with this country.   You will likely stay in bed because of the diseases, while they run with your money… It’s just another kind of slavery.   This is the country which is concerned with human rights and which finances all the international governments.  I wrote “the Amnesty International report about discrimination against the Muslims in Europe […] says that Belgium is not your friend, and that human rights don’t exist in Belgium“.
All the above examples of criminality explains how one group is making money and why there is no relevant investment method attached to the Euro, such as a stock exchange which symbolizes the efforts of the companies in a country or a region attached to the currency.   

 

In the Godfather of Morocco on page 7, I recommended to the King of Morocco to call all his people back   

 

I knew that Belgium was amassing lots of money with injustices, by trapping the immigrants in intricate legal dossiers and also by slapping and fining companies such as ArcelorMittal (Indian) and Ford (USA), by rolling investors such as Ping An in the Fortis scandal and Pattok Chodiev who was exceptionally well-served but also rolled by his lawyer and mayor Armand De Decker, who would have changed the laws for this man only.  The same lawyer Mayor has tried to attract 500 Chinese companies to Belgium, most probably with the intention to engage them in fine-slavery (meaning having them pay high fines all the time because they are foreigners), because that is how a few people make money in this country.

Well, if being in this country is such a pain to live in, then let’s go home, now !

 

But, if all the foreigners in Belgium would return their countries all on the same day, the whole of the Belgian economy would collapse.  Today, I realize that the effect of moving the immigrants back, particularly the Moroccans, would cause this collapse instantly .  That was the precise calculation I made when writing the the Godfather of Morocco.  I have reinterated the same demande to organize a

Maghrexit

Imagine what this would mean for the Euro

 

A Currency Has an Owner  

For complaints about the Euro or the SDR, one would turn to the owner.   It could be a central bank or an individual.  

Here is the thing: the owner of the Euro and the SDR are unknown.  In this case, one needs to seek the judgement from a monetary authority.   The only known monetary authority in the world so far is the IMF.  The IMF is not concerned with criminality and not obliged to solve it.   The IMF is the owner of the SDR and in my view it is a criminal organization in itself.  

You will be convinced of this after reading the 158 questions that I have asked to the Managing Director of the IMF, Miss Christine Lagarde and which remained unanswered.

Given the nature of the criminality, IMF might be the owner of the Euro as well, or not?  The culture which binds them is the same.

The Greek debt crisis in which the IMF was closely interfering in comparison with the European Central Bank shows that the IMF is the most concerned with the Euro. It should be illegal.

 

The ICC is the place for complaining about both the currencies and the crimes.  Just the simple fact that the contributions of the European people go to somewhere else than to the people and the governments of their countries is sufficient criminality, because that is where the sovereign debts are from.  

These are criminal debts

Sex-slavery and the silent killers like HIV and cancer, fraud, scams, corruption, bankruptcies, blood diamonds and ivory, and the related deaths and disappearances are sufficient reason for going to the ICC.  
Recently, I have been able to connect the sex-slavery business with the SDR and you will find a brief explanation on my freedom project video.

In the video I denounced the SDR as a fake currency which is massively supplied to the developing nations and which no bank in the world use.   

 

The SDR  is not the currency for prosperity in any country

 

I have also been wondering against which currency the SDR was actually being exchanged, because it is a fake composite.  There are four currencies which are related to the SDR, these are the US Dollar, the Japanese Yen, the Swiss Franc and the Euro.  The Euro is likely the last currency against which the three other currencies are exchanged, eventually.  

The high debts in the Euro-zone show that the Euro is not the currency for prosperity in the European Union

Therefore the Euro and the SDR might be related.  That would be in my opinion the explanation for the lack of transparency of the IMF.  Read more…

The Euro is a measurement for HIV

In “Arguments for the Reengineering of the IMF”, I have been suggesting propositions to solve the SDR problem in most of the developing countries, who every time they make business with a country from the West, they have to pick up huge loans from the IMF or from the World Bank.  Their central banks receive those loans in SDR and that is the end of the track for all the countries.  There are central banks of which the reserves consist of more than 90 % of SDR, such as the central bank of the Philippines.  SDR is synonymous for debt.   Because of the debt, people find no jobs.   Many women from the Philippines are massively attracted by a job in the European Union and they are shipped to Europe by boat.  Most of them run the risk of being turned into sex-slaves on the way to Europe, if they make it there alive.  

 

Though this could dramatically change if all the countries in the South take hold of the SDR and if they agree on making it an recognized currency in their banks.  The Philippines would become one of the richest countries in the world.  That was my suggestion in “Too Big to Save”.  Otherwise, why worry about the masses of SDR if something happens to it’s value.  It has no value anyway on the financial markets.  

So, I don’t understand the hesitation just to pull the plug and disconnect or to make it a multicultural currency

 

The Euro was a success for as long a nobody understood the economic engine behind the currency.   It is from the moment when the sovereign debts began to rise unreasonably throughout the Eurozone with weak and negative growth perspective, while the Euro remained stable and it was even indicating strong growth, that everybody understood that the Euro was connected to something totally different than to the GDP of each of the Eurozone country.

The Euro must be secretly connected to criminality

Someone would be instantly busted if the secret were revealed that these two are truly connected. It would show the true nature of this currency.        

The Euro is the explanation why the criminality has been rising everywhere in the world, particularly in countries that own Euro bonds, such as Morocco.  Morocco has a relatively performing economy despite the fact that this country entirely depends on traditional industries such as the agriculture, the fisheries and the tourism that are unable to absorb the very high rate of youth unemployment.  For doing much better, they need to develop other sectors of activity and expand internationally.  

The Euro create a gaping hole in the Moroccan government budget, capable of swallowing the entire country into debts.  The person who did this, had heard about improvements arriving for the country and he disabled the government’s capacity to fund the initiative.  That person needed criminality in Morocco and he offered Eurobonds to the Moroccan government in 2007.   To date, the government earned nothing and will likely never earn one Euro-cent.  We are talking about approximately 70 billion USD which were spent on bonds in Euro which never yielded and so far, nobody has been arrested.   

 

Yes, like any currency, the Euro  is connected to banks, enterprises and jobs for the people, as well as to conditions for getting the job.  The conditions are, for example to go to bed with HIV and cancer beasts first.   First you have to sleep with individuals from or marrying into the group who owns the Euro and then you will be given a job, mostly to help increase the value of the Euro so to make it seem like a normal currency.  They need your clean face to hide their dirty faces behind their dirty money.

It is necessary to know for whom you wake up every morning. You have to decide how to make your money grow. Is it by investing to build more to prisons or more businesses ?  Are prisons a market ?  If yes, for whom ?  Choose for the Euro is like not choosing for free trade agreements TTPI or CETA.   

No, you are not necessarily working for another country, in the case you think that Belgium is the culprit.  The Belgian people are just like you also victimized by the same scam.  It could be very big banks that are based on big injustices against entire nations including the peoples of Europe. This explains a strong euro and an astronomical sovereign debt. Debt is for the people to settle by working for nothing as slaves. The Euro is not for them, but for someone else.

What must be done to reduce the debt of France for instance ? It will be necessary to increase the confidence of the investors in the country of France not in the Euro.

The risk is Avengeance  

The high number of incoherences – which I summed up above – about the Euro indicate an equal number of high risks related to the Euro. The hidden financial risk of the Euro is that it will decline when the criminality has been taken on vigorously in all the countries.    One must expect an extraordinary devaluation of the Euro, as the awareness spreads of its true value.

That is how simple my judgement is of the Euro; which affects 19 countries and 340 million people.  However, since there is no logical connection between the European Union and the Euro, I believe that a Europe is possible without the Euro just as the Euro is possible without Europe.

Naima Mouali, President of the United Chambers of Commerce and Industry

 

Read also : My Honest Opinion About Stock Market Mergers with Belgium and EMGOLDEX, the Black Market of Gold Bars in Belgium

Cold Cases : “They Said She Had Hung Herself”

Hanged

In the Summer 2015, a few months after I was made homeless by a fake eviction, which was organized by a mafia in Belgium, I asked the people in my neighborhood in Zaventem, if they know anybody who is willing to host me against doing cooking and cleaning for them.   “Mete.  Mete has a very big apartment, he sheltered people before, he is rich enough not to need a rent from you, and he needs help in cleaning”, is what I was told by Lisa, a neighbor in Zaventem.   She organized to meet him at her place and to discuss a room and a visit.  Here is the rest of the story in which I met a despotic young man, who turns out to be a mafioso in the making : 

 

The Profile of Mete K. the Mafioso in the Making

“I know Mete who has a very big apartment and who hosted people with in difficulties in his house before”, Lisa told me.  “There are inconveniences about co-existing with Mete, for which you need to be prepared, or you will be shocked”, Lisa warned.   He is a bit lunatic, he has been into psychological treatment, his place is filthy, he doesn’t wash, he has a dog who has a priority over everything and everyone, he lets it do everything including pipi and kaka inside the apartment, and he doesn’t share his food.  Do you want me to ask him ?” she asked.

“I can always meet with him, because one never knows, and if I can’t pay the rent, I offer to clean the place”.  “All the cleaners he has had, have ran away”, Lisa continued to warn,  “for example, there was one Polish woman among them, who he hosted, she got deeply demoralized, she ran away like a mad woman from him.   The commune of Woluwe Saint Lambert – who is not so difficult offered a social house to the woman, but Mete continued to have such an impact on the women that she committed suicide… “, I understood from Lisa.   “She was very unhappy and she drank vodka as if she was drinking water, so you could expect that something like that would happen”, Lisa reasoned in a simplistic way, because the suicide could be a cover up.

Mete K. is a Turkish young man of about 40 years old, who lives on Chemin des Deux Maisons 61/21), 1200 Woluwe-Saint-Lambert (Mete 0472 48.84.81).   He regularly visits Lisa since quite some years.

The reason for Mete’s visits is also “hash”, which he buys from her, because there is an officially authorized quantity which the people are allowed to buy.  That weekend, when I was at her place, Mete stopped by with his dog to buy hash, and he smelled terrible.  Mete and I exchanged phone numbers. (Mete 0472 48.84.81)  (My phone 0485 85.39.16)

 

Lisa told me that Mete is a spoilt brat who comes from very rich parents who live in Moorsel (a rich men’s area in Belgium), where they own a very big villa.   His father tried to make a man of Mete, and he bought an apartment for him (on Chemin des deux Maisons).

Lisa has seen the villa.  She described that they have the biggest meeting room she has ever seen in her life, inside a private home.  It’s a room with a very very long table.  (I imagined that this is where they plot – why else do they need a big meeting room ?).

I asked what business the father was in.   “He does exports”, she replied, but she has never been able to answer my question what precisely he was exporting.

 

Mete Was Eager to See Me Come 

Mete kept asking Lisa, when I was coming.   Last Saturday, “his dream” was fulfilled.   The curious things which immediately rang a bell, was that as soon as I entered the apartment for the first time, Mete asked me immediately to clean the shit of dog (precisely like Lisa told me before).   He started cleaning parts of it, and he let me do the rest.   I came equipped with gloves and with plastic bags, and I did it just to see what he was going to ask me next.

While I was cleaning, I heard him talking in Turkish to someone over the phone about me, because he pronounced my name.  He was doing this every time that I was cleaning something else, like the day when I cleaned the floor of the entire apartment and when I cleaned out the entire kitchen.   I wondered to whom he tells everything that he sees that I am doing.   According to Lisa, it could be his father.

The next thing was to join them to their neighbor who invited them.  That was the clue which made me feel that he was going to show me around (just like Mr Crocodile tried), because perhaps that is how he or his father make the earnings).

 

Mete and Jean took me to Robert and Bénédicte Lamotte (Chemin des Deux Maisons 63/28), 1200 Woluwe-Saint-Lambert. We had a meal together there.

After the meal, Mete explained how we will get organized for the night.  He suggested that I sleep on the couch.   I refused (because the dog sits in it the whole day), I told him that I prefer to sleep on the ground and that I spotted a space in a tiny room, the one in front of which the dog shit was (it was the cleanest place !).  “That is where I want to sleep”, I said (like this, I have privacy and I lock the door behind me).  He was sleeping with Corrine, an elder Belgian woman who also needed shelter.   Jean, a Belgian friend who is hanging around Mete all the time for some strange reason, said that he will sleep on the couch.

 

He Beats and Insults Women 

When Robert and Bénédicte, and a Moroccan woman named Fati  (0472 86 20 80)  who was there with us, heard that I was sleeping on the ground, they organized two spare mattresses that I put one on top of the other.  Fati as well as those neighbors and Lisa, kept looking after me every evening.

One evening, the neighbors ate pancakes which I made at Mete’s place.  After everybody left, Mete said “In the past, I used to have sex with just any woman, and I wouldn’t know her the next day… Until I met someone who I truly love who did precisely that to me, then I stopped.  Women too use men like sex machines”.   I said nothing because I was not interested in that discussion.  “You know, I am a Bonobo and sometimes a man needs to … ejaculate somewhere”, he continued…. “Can I ask you a question ?” he asked.  He didn’t wait for the answer, he quickly jumped into asking “Are you a virgin or not ?”

I don’t wish to answer your question.  “What do you mean ?… Are you one of those stuck-up people?.. Aren’t you ?… What’s wrong about asking just a question ?…. you are in my house remember…   “I am not answering that question”, then he began roaring about the Islamic bullshit, that I’m a fundamentalist, etc.   I stood up and I said that I am not interested in this conversation. I wished him  good night.   He said nothing.

The next morning, Jean stopped by for a coffee and Mete tried to start the same fight.  I stick to my position.  “I don’t feed stuck up people like you.  I don’t let them use my bath and they just can’t have it their way in my house”, he shouted in a highly nervous way.   I have the right to remain quiet about my private life.  Jean supported that.  Mete almost exploded and then I said that I was going out for a walk.   It was 10 AM.   “I shall be back at 1:30 PM, before Lisa and her friends arrive”.

 

There are two people who can witness that he has used physical violence against them :  

  • Martine (the girl friend and the neighbor of Philippe Jadoulle in whose place I stayed over during the night of 27 May 2015) told me that he violently slapped her twice when her dog chased Mete’s chicken-hearted dog away.

When Martine told me about it, I said that she should have called the police.   Her answer to this was “If I go to the police, he will come and kill me”.  This problem will never get resolved if all the women deal with criminality precisely like this.

 

  • Corrine (the old woman who slept with Mete on the night of Saturday 23 May 2015, and who didn’t reappear on Sunday 24 May 2015 at Mete’s house.   He was mad at her.   When she reappeared on Monday 25 May 2015, he slapped her and he chased her out at 11 PM.

 

I Discovered Blood Against His Walls and Doors 

He is a psychopath.   That is what Kanu told me, when I told him about sleeping on the ground and cleaning the dog shit, and having me clean day and night.  Today I found a possible proof that Mete is a psychopathic murderer.

Today, he requested that I clean the doors.   I started by the kitchen, then the salon, the lavatory, and I moved on to the hall, the entrance door to the apartment and then to the rest.   I started at 8 AM and from 11 AM onwards, I planned to get out for the rest of the day until 9 PM.

After finishing the door of the lavatory, Mete inspected the door and he spotted a large number of small drops against the wall which is painted in orange, at the entrance near the lavatory.   He though that it was the filthy water which I sprayed against his wall.  As the wall looked so damaged, I argued that I didn’t do it, but I felt that he was fishing for something to start an argument with me.

“Yes, you did it and you should be careful not to spoil the walls around here”, he shouted.   “These drops over here are not wet.   They are dry.   Get a paper tissue, press it against the wall, and see if it is wet”, I defended myself.   He immediately gave up and said “oh no, that is not necessary”.    When he disappeared, I tried to clean the spots.   On the orange paint, they look green-greyish.  Once the spots were dissolved and when everything started to come off, it appeared to me that it was actually blood.    My eyes popped.

I first gave it a thought and then I told him that the spots were looking like blood.   Then he came and he had a second look.   As I moved on to the entrance door, I found blood there too, dripping out of the lock, but I said nothing.   I didn’t show him all the spots that I was finding.   Those were for me, to take him by the balls.

 

He Panicked and Started Cleaning and Washing  

He became nervous.  As I moved on to the other rooms, he took his cleaning bottles and he started doing the same doors that I did, particularly at the entrance.   He opened the door, and started cleaning the fittings of the door in the floor, fearing that traces of blood could be hiding there.

I kept looking for more blood spots.   I found them against the wardrobe, against almost all the doors, there must be some in the floor, in the long corridor which leads to his bedroom.

In the bedroom, when I was cleaning the door, I saw a big stain of old blood, so so much blood and then I realized that a murder happened in that bedroom, in which the person must have tried to flee, and through which the stains everywhere were produced.

Mete went to the bedroom and he started taking out the sheets and the cover.   The mattress was naked with a huge bloodstain.   Lots of blood must have soaked into the mattress.   How he can sleep in a bed like that is something beyond my understanding.   How Corrine slept with him in that same bed, the first night when I arrived is even more beyond belief.   Page Break

 

Report of Thursday 28 May 2015

I forgot to report to you yesterday, that Mete and I agreed earlier this week that I was going to inform him about how long I need to stay in his place on Wednesday night.   He couldn’t wait that long and I received a phone call from Mete at 3 PM, in which he promptly said “I want to make an end to our collaboration”.    “I want you to get out tonight”, he instructed and he hung up the phone.  “Great” is what I thought, because like this, I don’t have to flee because of the blood that I have seen.

I returned  to Mete’s, to take my luggage in the evening.   He and Jean arrived at his place at the same time like me, at 21h45.   Then I went to the room in which I used to sleep and in which my luggage was stored.   The first thing which struck me was that Mete had washed all the bed covers in which I saw the blood… but he didn’t change the mattresses.  The mattresses which Robert and Benedict gave to Mete were still in the room in which I slept.   So there is a chance that the old mattresses in Mete’s room are still there, for the police to check out.

I walked to the entrance and I said “I am leaving now.  Thanks for what you have done and good luck for the rest of your life”.   Mete came and opened the door for me like a gentleman.   “I hope you don’t mind that I say goodbye to your neighbors Bénédicte and Robert”, I asked.  “You could use the phone and tell them that”, he suggested.  “I want to see them”, I responded knowing deeply that he was hiding something that they were not going to accept.

Just when I walked through the door, Mete asked me to kiss him good bye.  I quickly turned my head away and said “no, I’m not kissing you”.  “Then get lost you peasant !  Go away !” he shouted angrily.  Getting out of there is precisely what I wanted to do, especially after discovering a mattress full of blood.

 

It’s His Habit to Sink the Women

My plan was to greet Robert and Bénédicte and to go to the police, but things didn’t turn out that way.  Robert and Bénédicte didn’t let me go.   Robert found it undignified that Mete threw me out so late at night.   Robert and Bénédicte both remarked that Mete was lately becoming more and more, erratic and behaving strange the whole day, but they didn’t specify what precisely they noticed.   They were only sad because initially Mete spoke highly about me the day when I was coming, and they assumed that I was a new person in his life.   Apparently, that is how he spoke about me, and I never dated him.  When they met me, they all fell in love with me.   That is why it came hard on them when I came to say good bye already so soon.   It is very clear for them that Mete has a problem, because in comparison with all the girlfriends that he used to have, I am the first who doesn’t drink, who doesn’t use drugs and who simply is independent emotionally as well as physically.  Mete cut is short and Robert started fishing for the answers on the question “why”.   Later on, he learned from Fati that he told her that “I didn’t want to kiss him goodbye”.

“What comes harder on me… are the mattresses which you gave to Mete.” I told Robert and Bénédicte.  “You should take them back”, I suggested.   “Oh no, he can keep them,” said Robert.   Bénédicte said that they were standing in their way.   For the moment, I prefer to think that Robert honestly offered the black mattresses for me and not to replace the stained white mattresses, because when I told him that Mete threw me out, he told me that Mete didn’t say a word about it the whole evening.  Robert and Bénédicte were not aware that Mete had thrown me out, until I told them that.   Mete tried to prevent me from telling the story to them or anybody because the main question which everyone

 

Robert moved heaven and earth to find me a place to stay right away for the days after he and Bénédicte have left on vacation, this Friday.   He managed to place me with Philippe Jadoulle and his girl friend Martine.  They reported that he did the same to many people who he sheltered, including Fati, when she was struggling to survive.   I asked if he specifically throws out the women.  They never looked at the problem from this perspective.

 

The Polish-Russian Woman is named “Renata”

Upon this remark, Jeremy Rhoux (0479 337 114) told me the story of his former girl friend, who died a few months ago.  “She is a Polish woman born from a Polish father and a Russian mother, and she was very beautiful.  Through hard circumstances she also became homeless.   Mete took her on as a cleaning lady and he made her clean up the pipi and kaka of his dog, just like he did to you”, he told me.   “My girlfriend got depressed because of the way Mete was treating her.   She had the feeling that life was not for her because she has bad luck all the time.  When she was living in Poland, she went through a major shock which turned her life around and which she was unable to process, ever since.   The shock is that she lost her baby in a car crash.    In Poland, she used to be the director of a museum and married to a successful banker, but after the loss of her child, she began to drink and she divorced because of that.   In Poland she met a Belgian man (I think he said) with whom she married.   He brought her to Belgium, but her drinking behavior in addition to smoking joints led him to throw her out (as if he didn’t know that beforehand).  The girl was on her own, without a job and without a home.”   I think he said that Mete was dating her and sheltering her, and then he presented her to Jeremy.     Jeremy said that the drinking got worse.  She drank vodka straight out of the bottle.  It was so bad that he too couldn’t put up with her.   He kept her until she managed to get a place of her own.

Very carefully I asked what her name was, because he visibly is still in love with her and I didn’t want to sound like I am investigating her case which could be related to the blood that I have seen in Mete’s bedroom.  “Renata” he said.

From the story that he was telling, I didn’t understand for what reason she turned to Mete again after she had a place of her own through the local social housing service of Woluwe Saint Lambert, but the main point which I was looking for in the story of Jeremy is that there was a relation of some kind between her and Mete, after she separated with Jeremy.

Jeremy also reported that she became suicidal after the separation with him (or rather after joining Mete, who apparently is very good at destroying the self esteem of the women).

Perhaps a financial investigation will highlight this fact, because Lisa told me that as soon as Renata started receiving a welfare pension, Mete came after her and he took 200 Euro per month from her.  She has to do sex with Mete and his friends, and she has to give her pension to them as well.  Is it any wonder that from that point onward, the woman became suicidal ?

If this is true, then the police should suspend the unemployment benefits for Mete K. immediately, so that he begins to feel what it is like without any money.

Apparently the case was filed as a suicide and Jeremy Rhoux told me that the case was closed.   Perhaps the case is closed, because the girl is “a Polish immigrant” and “a case of human traffic”, which is the holy lucrative business machine of this country.

 

Report of Friday 29 May 2015

Jeremy Hroux, the former compagnon of Renata, who gave the full details about her: her name is Renata BURA, and she was living on avenue de la Reine 172 in Schaarbeek (Brussels North).

The owner of the apartment on avenue de la Reine is a Moroccan and he was the first to discover her had hung herself.

She used to have a social house from Woluwe Saint Lambert, and Jeremy confirmed that Mete was running after her every month to take her money.   200 Euro is the amount which he said.   He harassed her so much that Jeremy took back Renata, until she got another address, in Schaarbeek.   According to him, Renata never had a relation or contact again with Mete, but Mete werd nooit ondervraagd.

Philippe also said that Mete is protected by very high up people, given that his father has a business in imports and exports.   Being protected for doing what ?  Mete is a junkie ?  Why does he get protection ?

From Philippe Jadoulle (avenue Mullie 55, 1200 Woluwe Saint Lambert), I learned that Mete ows money to a lot of people, including him.  Mete called him up on Thursday morning to tell him that he had to throw me out from his place too.   Martine and I protested that Philippe should not let Mete decide who  he can bring in his apartment.  “Mete owes me 100 Euro”, he said sheepishly.

Mete will likely owe a lot of money to everyone…. and perhaps this is how he got rich in the first place.   That is why I think Mete is a little mafioso.

Naima Mouali

 

 

 

 

Cusp is Like Getting Closer to the Truth, For Me

via Daily Prompt: Cusp

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I was preparing an open letter for His Majesty Salman, the King of Saudi Arabia, on wars, money and trade, when I noticed the daily prompt on “cusp”, today.   After years of analyzing the Islamist terrorism with the conviction that it does not originate from any of the Arab and Muslim countries, I am now getting closer to the cusp of the terror organization.   The cusp is what I will be sharing with His Majesty King Salman on Twitter and here on WordPress at United Chambers, in a few hours, as well as the exact address (street, house number and city) of where the cusp of the terror group is.

Naima Mouali

Her Name is Najat, Fatiha and Malika – On White Marriages for Papers

After tweeting Belgium today, I had to charge the smart phone. While it was charging, I thought to prepare this story for you :

Last Saturday, I was up early because I necessarily wanted to go early to the bathing house, to avoid bumping into the same Moroccan young woman who met me there on 18 March between 15:45H and 17:15H, and who tried to get to know me better.  Half an hour before I arrive at the bathing house, I e-mailed you that was going there.  I knew that the mafia was going to receive it.

She was wearing a large bright red head scarf and she was standing at the entrance and greeted me with two kisses and a big smile “oh how are it’s been a long time… oh I am sorry I think I mistook you for someone I know, but you look so much like her”.  (yeah right) “I am convinced that I don’t know you, I am sorry”, I answered.  I went inside to find an empty cabin.

Everything was full.  I sat down and she came sitting next to me.   She was so sickly inquisitive on where I was living, if I come from far and if I was married and so on.  When she asked what my name, I gave her another name – I don’t remember what the name was which I gave (it is by the way the reason why I don’t like lying – it is because I may not remember what the lye was.  The truth is easier to remember)  .  I only remember saying that I was married with three children between 22 and 25 years and that they are out of the house and attending university in another country, and that I came to the showers because of a problem with the heating.

She couldn’t believe that I had children of that age.  “I would give you 25 yourself”.  “No I am almost a grandmother, I am 52”, I said.   “How do you do it for looking so young”, she answered.   I told her “there is only one way for doing this: it is by limiting the number of diseases”.   “What do you mean”, she asked.   “I mean not to introduce diseases to the body”.  “How do diseases enter in the body”, she asked like a stupid ace.  “Through the sex, didn’t you know that ?” I asked.   She was dumbstruck and quiet for a moment… “Well this is the first time I hear such an explanation.   “That is the explanation for looking like 25 at age 52, I have no other explanation for this…  Didn’t you know that marrying and divorcing and marrying a second man, and perhaps a third can have devastating consequences on the female health at a later stage… Of course it also depends on the behavior of the man.  He too can bring diseases for the wife if he has an unstable sexual life, and in many cases he will accuse the wife of infecting him.

She was mesmerized.  I began to have the feeling that she was sent when she pretended that I know the Allali family in Antwerp, “a family with no shame… come on, you don’t know them?  Everybody knows them…. I am sure you know these people too.  Anyway they have a daughter who is married and she is cheating her husband with someone else… She died in a car accident and she was naked”… She kept on talking to me about how scandalous it was.  I was not impressed.  “… and did you hear about their father, he hangs around in the cafés where he is known to be a homo-sexual.  He first goes to his boyfriends and then he goes to have sex with his wife… but you are so interesting that I want to know you better… I would like to become your friend”.  That she wants to associate me with people who I do don’t know and that she tells me thing that I don’t want to hear felt tricky.  She felt like trying to associate me in a scandal related to sex and cafés, or perhaps with nudity by having a picture of me naked on Facebook or so.

A young man just came out (the shower department is mixed sexes and there are separate cabins which you can lock from inside).  “It’s your turn”, I said to her, “you were here before me”.       She stood up, she went to have a look and she returned and said “no this is a shower…. and I am want the one with the bathtub”.  I took my bag, I stood up and I took the cabin, because we only had one hour and half before closing time.   I also realized that all she wanted to know was in which cabin I entered so to have full control over where I was heading to next.

When she entered her cabin she shouted a few times “hey you there, I still want to talk to you”.  I didn’t answer because I didn’t think it was meant for me.   She didn’t stop shouting “hey wait for me when you finish okay ?”  “Are you talking to me ?”, I shouted back.  “Yes!”  “I will wait for you”, I said, even though I wasn’t going to do that.

She was finished rather quickly and not like someone who needed to relax in the bathtub, like she said.  It was clear that she came with another plan than getting washed.

I went in wearing trousers inside boots.  I came out, wearing leggings and plastic sandals.  I told her that I wasn’t returning home immediately, “I am going to finish dressing up and putting make up in the dressing room for women near the swimming pool”.   I was hoping she would go home.  Instead, she said, I ‘ll come with you.

When we were there, she started shouting “oh men also come here, this is mixed”.  “This is not mixed and by the way I am dressed”.   “Yes I am sure this is mixed”, she insisted by writing her own rules of the house.  A woman came in.  “Is this a man ?”, I asked her, “why does she come here ?”, I asked her.

Before revealing what I thought about her, I asked her questions “and what’s your name”.  “My name is Najat, but some people call me Fatiha”, she answered.   “Fatiha what?  Do you have a family name?” I asked her.   She almost shook her head, “call me just Fatiha” she recommended.    “So your name is just Fatiha”… I repeated.

While I was putting on moisturizer (coconut oil and all purpose cream of Dove), I noticed how she was following my hands to see what I was taking out of the bag.  I decided to limit the make up to blush and mascara, because I was getting too nervous for eyeliner and eye shadow with so much negative attention from her.

“Are you taking the trolley” she asked.  “Yes, I am taking the trolley because I live far from here…. and where do you live?” I  asked her.  “I live just around here” she answered.  “Where is that precisely, do you know the street ?” I asked.  “You see, when you come out of the bathing house, you make a turn and it’s down there”.  “Just around here, just down there, now it is Fatiha, then it is Najat  …. look, if you want to be my friend, you have to be precise in everything you say, otherwise I am not going to become your friend ever” I warned.  I suspected she was sent by my mother and Ina Valster.   She might be their slave if they arranged for her to get married only for the papers.

Earlier, I asked her if she was married and if she has children.   She told me that she was divorced without any children.  “What a shame” I noted.   Then, I asked her if she doesn’t miss her husband,  “No, not at all”, she had answered.

Now I went a bit further in the questioning.  I asked “did you come to Belgium through a marriage for the papers only ?”    “Yeah, somewhat like that” she answered as if this is a normal thing to do.   “Do you pray and you go to the Mosque ?” I asked her.   “Yes, I go to the Mosque” she answered.   “Me too” I lied, “which Mosque you go to, perhaps we can meet there”.   “I go mostly to Bilal sometimes another”, she answered.

I suddenly took more time for putting on the trousers on top of the legging and then the boots, I asked her if I was not holding her up with the many things I have to do.  “No” she answered, “I wait until we go out together”.   So that she can follow and see in which direction I was going home.  That is when I said to her “you know what ?  I have a strong feeling that you were sent by somebody to follow me everywhere.  She asked me to swear (like saying Wallah, Qasimin Billah).   I didn’t know how to tell her that I am not into swearing.  I don’t do that.  “when I say something, it is because I really mean it.  Somebody sent you here and that is what I think of you…ehm whatever your name is… That is what I truly feel and therefore I don’t want your friendship”.   She was quiet and very surprised.  She said “sobhan Allah” (only God knows).  It was clear that she was stunned.  She stood up and she became politer she greeted me and she left.     She left between 17:20h and 17:40 h.  I waited 10 minutes before I went out of the building.

Yet, the meeting with this woman was not completely bad, because she was not totally negative.  There was a moment in the beginning, when I talked to her about the diseases, that she was so stunned with this viewpoint that she seemed like wondering if others were not misjudging me.     When she talked to me about the Allali family she said that it does happen that people make up stories about others as well, “I mean, someone who is not doing anything wrong or someone who only had one relationship and that they would follow a person anywhere to check on her life or to avenge… that could backfire, Rabbi Ikhalass (God sanctions)”

That is how I know that she was sent by my mother who is getting increasingly anxious about where I am and terrified of receiving a divorce letter from my father.   Instead of turning to truth about everything (which is that she messed everything up in 1990 with the arrest and the false accusations of making papers for illegal people), she continues to look for ways to distort my image, because that is how she thinks she can save her marriage.

I plan to force her to speak the truth after I show my father the police report with Valstar on it, as an option for coming out of it clean.

On Monday 27 March 2017, when I was on my way to the computer resource center, I arrived at the bus stop at 10:15 AM. I was holding my computer case, because I needed to retrieve older documents from the hard disk.  Some 10 minuted later a woman arrived at the same bus stop.  She was looking down and I was wondering where I had seen that face before.   She was dressed in black from head to toe.   I would have recognized her sooner if she had a red scarf on.  “That is her”, I thought.

I began walking on foot instead of waiting for the bus.   30 meters further, I looked around if perhaps the tram was coming.  I noticed that the woman was following me.  She was like 5 or 6 meters behind me.

I made a 180° turn and I went back to the bus stop, to see if she was following me again.  She wasn’t.  The tram came and I jumped in.  I took my smart phone and kept it ready to take a video of her.   I noticed that she was talking over the phone and pointing with her finger in all directions.  When she noticed the camera, she turned around very quickly to cover her face.

I am pretty sure that she was talking to my mother and based on the mobile phone communications the police can find out who the woman is.  The woman declared that she married for the papers only and I am prepared to witness of that.  The Belgian police should find out who the people are who arranged the white marriage for her to come here.

I don’t think that marriage is something that the people should use for getting residence papers in another country.  I would like the Islamic authorities to inform and keep informing the people that mockery with marriage is condemnable.  It is human trade.  It takes very bad turns for the woman who primarily fall in the prostitution-slavery through this channel.   You can listen to a witness talking about this.

They should repeat this in the Mosques that marriage for paper is human trade and it is forbidden, because while it puts some off track,  it puts others off from getting married at all.

The Belgian authorities should revoke the residence papers of people who married for the sake of papers, and they should send them back to their countries of origin within the 24 hours.  They are likely here just to disturb the lives of other people who seek advancement and to change their identity, just like Najat was doing to me, or was it Malika or… what was her name again, Fatiha ?

Naima Mouali

I Have Been Wiretapped All My Life in Belgium

This screenshot was taken while in Antwerp and while answering a call from someone in Antwerp.   On the screen it ‘Liege’.  I took a screenshot to show the person who was calling me up that all the phone communications with my number were being wiretapped by   enemies in Liege.   I only know one person from Liege and that is Daniel Renson, someone who I never trusted.  I suppose he wants to know who my contacts are with the intention to hurt them.  Perhaps someone in the municipality of Liege might.play a role in listenig into my private conversations.  I really don’t know what they expect to hear because I am not going to discuss any business plans over the phone. So, I am very glad to make whoever is listening in lose time and money with me.

I stopped using the phone.  I turn it on to using the social media.applications for contact with the external world. 

To be continued with other true hacking stories which happened to me.

I am discussing this in part one  of a video series which I uploaded for #myfreedomday.

Intro  – part one – part two –  part three

Naima Mouali

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