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Dear Sir / Madam,
During the summer I have been reporting about the rent of a studio of 500 euro per month that I can’t pay since the social aid stopped at the end of March, because of moving to another district. I didn’t apply for social aid in the new district, mainly because the landlady herself is a recipient of aid and made room for me by moving in with a friend.
Aid receivers get regular visits from social assistants and that would be a problem if we live in the same studio. It is considered as the same household and you can’t have two full pensions to cover the cost of a household. They come and check if you are supported by someone else in addition to the social aid, which is for people who have no income at all.
I made sure I was out before the working hours of social assistants. Never did I try to attract trouble for Melania (born Malika). I actually appreciated that she figure out a small little trick, for as long as it remains healthy. That is to say, that there is a contract and that we use the bank.
When we were negotiating, she said “no contract”, just like that. I answered “no, I have a boss, he is the one who pays me to pay you, and he needs this paperwork, he also needs bank statements for the accounting”. The word “boss” makes her give in.
To keep it simple, I pretended that I have a job. In addition, by going to the social service, I was going to make it easy for the Brabant killers to find me. I was fine, she was fine.
Starting from June 2023, I began delaying because there was no money.. I was applying for funds and making my situation clear in all my letters, as well as the situation of Melania whose sister was dying in Russia. I wanted her to have the money to visit her sister. The sister died 10 days ago, and that makes her view me more as the bad one, who didn’t allow her to see her sister because of delayed rental pay.
To all my correspondents I have been asking for help. It didn’t come. I try to be honest with her, but sometimes, I need to save myself with white lies tp keep the roof on my head, just to make it to the next stage. Without money I have nowhere else to go.
I have been to shelters of homeless and seen the worst, but I hate to see pets in my bed
This time, it is definitive. The landlady wants the rent by the end of the day, otherwise, there is no bed for me.
Last night, when I returned “home” about half past midnight, there were chairs in the hallway. I understood immediately that Melania moved back to her actual residence. She was there with her two cats. She noticed the inconvenience, but sticks to her standpoint. “I am evicted by the other lady because you made this problem for me”.
I kept listening. I didn’t interrupt her. She said “I am being stressed from that side, I am being stressed from this side by the owners, I am being stressed from your side, with your different stories each time, then it was this, then it was that… can’t you see that I am broke and broken by this all? But you don’t care, you don’t understand my situation, you only want me to understand your problem”. Etc, etc.
I told her I went to Brussels (because that is where I told her in the beginning I was from) to the agency where my bank account is registered. They apparently sent a letter to the old address saying that my ID card was canceled, because someone else has registered at the old address, which automatically canceled mine. They needed an update, but as I am not registered here in Antwerp, because you explicitly said that it was not allowed to register at this address (Strijdhoflaan 113, 2030 Berchem). I respected that, but I never imagined it was going to give trouble for the bank.
I took my boss with me. We have solved the address question by giving him proxy of attorney for my bank account. Now, if I need money, I have to ask him to give me a paper or he must come with me to the bank. At least, I have access to the bank account, now I only need an address.
She was quiet and wondered why I didn’t know this sooner. I replied that I had not gone to the old address since the first of April, and that the administration does not notify a write-off. If they see that you don’t live at an address, they cancel the ID card until you show up. I just didn’t know they were going to do this that soon.
“Are you telling me that I am making problems for you?” she asked with a very angry look.
“No, you didn’t make the problem. The bank made the problem. It is solved now, why are you worried”, I said to calm her.
In any case, she is very angry. Although I made up the explanation, she can’t accept that it is her fault.
I was able to calm her with 40 euros that I received from a homeless man who I helped out in April or May. He is the “Jesus” with the long hair whose wife sent him away because he smokes pot. He was taken to prison by the police after I released his story in which I suspect Attorney Inès Wouters being the woman who manipulates his wife to hurt him, with needle spiking among others. I ran into him accidentally. One of the first things he said “oh, let me give you your money back. I really appreciate your helping me after my release from prison” Back then, he needed to pay 3 euro per night in a shelter for junkies called Biekorf. Now he has his social pension.
I didn’t spend the 40 euros taking into account that it might help calm down the landlady. When she phoned me up to say that she was thrown in the street with her two cats, I told her about my imaginary trip to Brussels and that my boss gave me 40 euros of pocket money. ‘You can have that”, I said.
“OK, that is also money”, she said, then. I gave it to her as soon as I came in, a little after midnight. This morning she insisted on 500 euro by tonight.
“I know that you don’t like cats, but this is my house. I can do here what I want. If you pay, you can do what you want, you know that I never bothered you when you were paying. So when do you think you can pay something?”
I asked her “if tomorrow everything is resolved, will you go back to the lady who threw you out?
“I will try. That apartment is better for my cats than this studio” she said. She obviously thinks more of her cats than herself and me.
The only alarming detail was that she tried to change something. I used to pay the rent to the bank account number of her daughter at KBC Bank. Last night she asked me not to use that account number and that she is going to give me another account. “OK”, I answered, but I am going to use the regular account of her daughter anyway, because she will be my witness. It’s clear that Melania detected a weak spot, that may want to exploit, especially if she thinks I am not a legal resident anymore.
My plan is to overpay the rent so to have paid ahead in time instead of having arrears
My dream is the following, it’s to overpay. It is to pay 6 months of rent and say nothing. I will continue give the impression that I am still struggling and waiting for my money, and perhaps i will suggest another 40 euros.
I need to raise 3000 euros by this afternoon, before 5:30 PM. I will take it directly to the nearest KBC agency to make it appear immediately on the bank account of the daughter Linda. This is the bank account of the beneficiary BE96 7390 1730 5205.
The next step would be to move out peacefully, as soon as I have another option. There is a municipal temporary housing I learned about when helping out Bousikhani Al Haddouchi.
For good money, one needs to wait long. Bad money comes easy and all I want is that she learns to think about it seriously, to keep a good contact as she may never meet a tenant like me. She also must understand that technical problems do occur, even though in my case it is made up just to save time. She turned bitter and becomes more negative instead of staying positive.
Her plan is to do this more, which is to sublease studios to students, but this is not a good business at all, when people are restricted in their official registration.
I’ve already made it clear to her that as far as rent is concerned, that it’s all over Belgium in the black, that is not declared to taxes. “You are no more at fault than any other landlord, but that is precisely why there must always be a contract, and even if there is none, you cannot do what you want with a tenant.”
I did one thing right. I reported a move (she doesn’t know) to her municipality but I didn’t complete it. I did have a visit from a policeman who put down the constatation that I was there, but actually he was looking for her, that day.
At that moment, I had letter “M” in pink glued to the door bell. I also tagged the letter box, and removed it directly after the police visit, but I forgot the remove the “M” on the doorbel. When opened the door for her one morning, she saw that and furiously said “What is that “M” for?
“A colleague stopped by one day, so I needed to indicate which doorbell to ring me”; I said.
“Why does your colleague need to come here? What does he want?”, she asked, so apprehensive of any move I make which she takes personally. Her despotism is what makes me leave. She is unable to stay rational when it comes to earning money.
She admits that she is sick, that she is psychologically tormented since the war in her country, making her lose so many loved ones and having to struggle on her own. The struggle doesn’t seem to finish in Belgium.
She lets out all her frustrations on me, including the loss of two children in the war in Russia, the subsequent divorce, a brother who she has never saw back as he was killed, a first sister who died she hasn’t seen and a second sister recently where she couldn’t travel to. 7 years of debt mediation leaving her with peanuts prevented her from having a normal meal, and now this also? Belgium to her feels like and extension of the war in her country.
Listen to her complaining that I ruined her life.
She was hospitalised long for psychological illness and perhaps that is where they taught her to process her frustrations by taking pills. you will hear her say that her studio is not a hotel. That refers to the fact that she actually feels abandonned while I am away from 9 AM till midnight. It does her something that I am busy. It does her even more that despite the business, there is no pay. Even someone with a mental imbalance understands this, and I am trying to hide the lack of financial support by lying, by inventing an employer.
I hope you understand in what circumstances, I am trying to progress justice cases, financial solutions like Vanilla Finance card, Magrexit, fake banks, Artificial Intelligence, business cases like, Leemans Transport, Bakkerij Wouters a bakery concern in Antwerp which could be playing a role in the Ukranian cereals interest, and Tuinbouw Marc Pittoors in Lier where Attoney Inès Wouters seems to be a shareholder; the Moroccan, the Spanish, the Mexican and American strawberry gate of Freshcampo, which is probably also used for whitewashing through tha various NH Hotel, the 9/11 attacks, Brussels airport and metro attacks, the related construction businesses, the profiles of the financiers, the fake visa affairs, the human trafficking and the sexual violence, the racketeering against the Moroccan migrants in Belgium. the communication with the ministries and justice. All these subjects (which I have been treating just this summer) are challenges against our human development that were left untreated by all the governments. They become even bigger challenges when trying to sort this out without funds, without a home and without food, and this since 2007.
Yet the delivery needs to be shaped in in documents or letters that are neat, comprehensive and concise , backed by figures and illustrations from other sources, and all this in 4 languages, by one person alone who is also discovering these things, just like everybody, and who is expected to distribute to the whole world via social media. That is way far too much. No wonder I am not getting around to finishing many files, like Digital Unity, Mawazine Lounge, Saida Mahmoudi, Princess Diana, the Red Cross, and Nice attacks, to name a few that I have started. The brief window of private peace I need for doing this , which I created a year ago is gone because I can’t find 500 euros.
On the one hand, Melania is right and I should also scream like her of rage. She noticed dedication and effort, and wonders why there is no pay and also no food. It’s unfair. On the other hand, she blocks the administrative process that too is unfair.
Please help me achieve this goal, be it 5, 10 or 50 euros. It will help me progress the files we work on together to catch a bunch of criminals.
If you would like to invest or contribute the quickest and easiest way is to transfer money with Ria to Naima Mouali, Hondurasstraat 6, 2030 Antwerp (official address). The official e-mail address for financial transactions is nmouali@firemail.de that I use on Ria app. The advantage with Ria is the direct relationship with the B-Post bank where I have an account with the IBAN number BE08 0003 5445 8713. My phone is +32 471 695 857
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I thank you. I thank Telegram and Ria, and I thank God for saving me so far.
Let’s take it further. Support Magrexit
Your sincerely,
Founder Anaccell Corporation
e-mail : nmouali@firemail.de
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