LIFE INTERRUPTED
Why I Can’t Work
In Denmark
Why I Can’t Work In Denmark
Due to the past nine 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 any more. So, I resorted to working as a translator for non-Danish translation agencies only, a survival job you can do from anywhere that has internet.
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 or refused to investigate 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. According to my information, the participation of people employed at Fyns Politi in violating my company, life, and privacy goes far beyond my Messenger account, though.
The Eastern Block may have lost the Cold War, but STASI did not live in vain!
It has now been nine 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 ethnical communities, whose social control networks they make avid use of.
For nine years, these monsters have been following me not just around Denmark but across EU borders, where, even in an upscale apartment building on Rue Malebranche in the 5th arrondissement in Paris, people collaborated with this group of thugs.
Nine Years
Life Is A Glass Half-Full
These past 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 many scars, emotional and otherwise, I may carry with me.
Life Interrupted
When I moved to Paris in 2008, I was happy and content living a quiet life, being the journalistic equivalent of a wallflower. 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 continue to move 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 due to a group of monsters, the hateful and primitive attitude of many Danes, and Fyns Politi’s refusal to do their job. Fyns Politi and their conduct have taught me that Denmark is a non-equal, non-civilized nation where your human rights are dependent on who you know in the system and where your human worth is defined by lower-level monstrous bureaucrats, retired school teachers, thieving home care providers, angry drug-addicts, people with extreme political as well as religious believes, bitter Betties, and the police force, and not by the Danish constitution nor the European Convention on Human Rights.
Due to Fyns Politi, the ongoing situation, and the fact that no Dane has stood up to these monsters, I have lost all faith and trust in the country I was born in. Denmark will never be home again, and I will never, for as long as I live, trust a Dane again.
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 of your body that the monsters who stole your life get to watch their children die, their homes burn to the ground, and die a slow, humiliating, and painful death! Not very likely, but a girl has the right to dream!
Time To Say Goodbye
The time has come to say goodbye to everything for good – survival job, country, the past – and put my professional qualifications and linguistic skills to better use elsewhere and focus on literary journalism & copywriting. in a most likely cheap & crummy but homey minuscule apartment somewhere with a lot of soul, and hopefully not too many mice! Okay, it may turn out less La Bohême-ish. Time will tell.
My life will start again in late 2025. It will be hard work to get my professional life back on track. And this time around, I am not content being anonymous – because I do not have my adorable apartment in the 7th, the best dog in the world, my carefree mentality, or love anymore. I have +10 years of extreme experiences, pain, dying, disillusion, and loss.
The years have changed me, maybe not for the better, but definitely for the stronger and more determined. And that’s just the way it is.
So, to sum up for the readers who made it all the way to the end:
Due to the above situation, I cannot guarantee client confidentiality.
Given Fyns Police’s (Funen Police) refusal to do their job and numerous collaborators continuing to house the monsters in Morud, this situation will not end.
I have decided to leave Denmark for good in order to live my life, get my career back on track, and revenge myself on everybody by telling the truth - all of it, and all names included!
