LIFE INTERRUPTED

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Why I Can’t Work

In Denmark

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Why I Can’t Work In Denmark

Due to the past almost ten years of continuous gang-stalking and worse, I have had to give up not just my privacy, security, and way of life but my work, too.

In the spring of 2017, after a specific incident, I accepted that I could no longer work as I wanted to because I couldn’t ensure client confidentiality anymore. So, I resorted to working as a translator for non-Danish translation agencies only, a survival job you can do from anywhere with internet access.

When I chose to de facto shut down my life as I knew it in 2017, I thought it would be for a short period only, just until things calmed down. But instead of calming down, the insane situation kept escalating.

FYI - In Denmark, it is illegal to stalk private individuals as well as spy on companies, regardless of size or turnover. For years, Fyns Politi and their prosecutors have ignored all crimes committed against me. The same police force did find the time to go through my social media accounts, such as private Messenger conversations with journalists, print them out, and store them in a case file, though!

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Nine Years

It has been almost ten years since I first crossed paths with what turned out to be a raving madman and his group of monsters, with a vast network within the public sector in Denmark, as well as networks outside Denmark, e.g., criminal groups in France, and links to specific ethnic communities. For almost ten years, these monsters have been following me not just around Denmark but across EU borders.

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Life Is A Glass Half-Full

These years have given me a lot of time to think, reflect on the life I have had since 1998, who I used to be, and figure out what kind of human being and writer I want to be in the future. Because one thing Denmark and its monsters have not been able to kill in me is my confidence in myself and the future.

My glass is and will always be half full, regardless of how much emotional baggage I carry with me.

Life Interrupted

When I moved to Paris in 2008, I was happy and content living a quiet life. First, I lived in the beautiful Marais, and then I landed my adorable apartment in the 7th, with the best dog in the world, love, and a life I was sure would keep moving in a perfect direction. Then trouble started. And then, one day, trouble wouldn’t stop. My comfy, quiet, and almost anonymous life was gone.

Today, it is not just my quiet life that is gone; my life as such is gone, and I have lost all faith and trust in the country I was born in. Because you cannot fix crushed faith. Faith, trust, and illusions, once gone, are gone forever. All you can do is cut your losses, leave them behind, and hope with every breath in your body that the monsters who stole your life get to die a slow, humiliating, and painful death, and get to burn in the eternal flames of the post-mortem Hell I don’t believe in.

I mean, a girl has the right to dream!

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The Disclosure in Denmark

None of the people who have partaken in the slander and defamation of me, and whose false statements have been used to create a fake image of me and my family, have ever been part of my private social circle. Some claim to have been, but they lie.

I am a private person, and my private social circles have always been very select and minuscule. That is just the way I am. And that is the way I have always been.

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The individuals who have partaken in the lies and slander, belong to two groups.

The first group consists of people I’ve known, but who have never been part of my private social circle.

The second group consists of individuals who are not part of my life, nor have they ever been. The vast majority of this group I never even knew existed before this situation was ignited by a former office clerk from social services almost ten years ago.

To all of you, regardless of which group you belong to, you whose lives center around the laws of Jante and keeping in good standing with thugs from a broken system, I will say this:

I cannot do what should be done to you, because that is against the law. However, I can tell who you are and how willing you have been to help a bunch of thugs whose agenda is nothing short of disturbing!

Words, because murder is a crime!