About human traffic in Belgium

To the attention of :

His Excellency Mr Antonio Guterres, Secretary General,
United Nations Organization
Copy :

Their Majesties King Philippe and Queen Mathilde of Belgium
His Majesty King Mohamed VI of Morocco
The Honorable Madame Fatou Bensouda, Chief Prosecutor at the International Criminal Court (ICC)

Finding a beautician is very difficult because it is a matter of trust and technique. One day I decided to go to a neighbourhood, where they don’t know me, to choose a beauty salon. I somehow ended up in the same violent mafia, from which I ran away in Antwerp, following a false visa case. This was the case with Beauté et Bien-être . This is the name of the beauty salon I went to between 2003 and 2005.

If despite trying another neighbourhood, in a different region, I still ended up with the human traffic mafia, then there is no other explanation than the fact that this mafia is part of the Belgian system.

The name Beauté et Bien-être is not an original name for a salon. It simply means “Beauty and Wellbeing” This is not poetic; there is no idealism in it. That’s the first thing I noticed when I walked past there, but I was attracted by a publicity which they distributed at the entrance of the salon. It was about hair removal with caramel, or sugaring, if you like.
Throughout North Africa, the women have been epilating for centuries with caramel,

and it is more efficient than epilating with wax or shaving, through which the regrowth is thicker, harder and more rigid, just like the beard of a man. With caramel the regrowth is thinner, it gradually disappears, and the skin becomes softer and well hydrated (thanks to the carbohydrates) compared to the wax which dries out the skin. Also with this type of treatment the skin is not pulled away as it can happen with the wax. Caramel is just friendlier for the skin.
The prices were also very soft, between 7 and 15 Euro. The offer of caramel hair removal is almost non-existent, here in Belgium, and this is because of the technique in preparing the caramel and in applying it on people’s skins. So I went inside to discover Beauté et Bien-être.

There I met Mrs Beatrice De Wilde, the beautician. I was pleased to see a dark woman with a business of her own in a busy commercial area. Her father was a Belgian and her mother Congolese. She grew up in Congo until the age of 25. She had fled at a time when a manhunt had broken loose against all the Belgians and against those mixed with Belgians, who were considered traitors. She told me how she ran for her life with her sister in the wilderness during days.

She came to Belgium via an air bridge, In the 70’s, following one of the many clashes between the Belgian government and the government of His Excellency Joseph Désiré Mobutu You will find more about Mrs. De Wilde in “Who Said that the Group-purchasing of Electricity Was Possible ?”

 
Mrs Beatrice De Wilde is beautifully built, and most clothes fall perfectly on her body. She has a beautiful chocolate brown skin and she has beautiful eyes, only the deep bags around her eyes are regrettable. It may be that the origin of the bags is more a malaise than a physiological origin, especially if she lives with a hypocrite, of whom she cannot assess the true intentions. He is somewhat unpredictable… for her (not for me). She may unexpectedly find herself with nothing at all, on a good day, with the kind of man she has chosen to live with. His negative vibes work on her subconscious mind. She may be unaware of the damages he brings until it is too late.

She has 3 children. She was divorced from the father of the children, who also was a Belgian, and white. They were divorced when the children were very small. She raised the children alone. The disagreement with the former husband continued to work throughout the children’s lives, and indirectly on the mother. He too might be the explanation of the bags under the eyes of Mrs De Wilde despite her new life.
She told me about her difficult years, in which she lived in a small apartment with her children and in which she did not give herself food so that her children would not be short of anything. For generating a good income by herself, she has not studied much in her life. She did secretarial work when she was still living in the Congo.

After her divorce, she started a beauty care training in a social promotion school in

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Brussels, like the one where the baker’s daughter has been to (see story Wanted Lover Boys, – Minimum 8000 Euro per Week). However, most of the techniques she learned from the experienced specialists during the internships. She was successful in the sense that the clients were requesting to be served by her. After her meeting with Joseph, she started her own salon… or at least, he opened the shop in his name “for her”. It’s called Beauté et Bien-être, and she works in it like a slave as you will understand a little further.

The communication is part of the care inside a beauty salon. So she asked me what kind of work I was doing. “At the moment I am withdrawing unemployment support, and I am using the money and time to do all the things I couldn’t do when I was working for the companies. I learned to drive, because I needed a drivers license and I wanted to concentrate on that. Learning to drive in a city like Brussels was so stressful, that I were to combine this with the daytime job, I would fail in both, especially when exposed to a hostile environment at work and at home, in a municipality like Zaventem. The ex-Mayor of Zaventem, who is Francis Vermeiren, is a proven racist terror whipper who tried to radicalize me.

God was on my side. I was able to get hold of a second-hand car for 300 Euro and I passed the driver’s license exam with that µ. In that period I was also babysitting (annex_13), and I took up the challenge to drive the young kids of a lawyer around in my car, and to get used to this very big responsibility. I was also renewing my passport and I was making plans to visit my family in Morocco. This last dream was interrupted by all the forces around me, who were striving to keep me in Belgium for their selfish interests, which is the group-purchasing of electricity among others.

Béatrice didn’t know that I was preparing projects for helping Morocco. I didn’t discuss anything technically with her, because that’s not pleasant for her. She is someone who believes in doctor’s novels, with characters who think about nothing but their lovers and their mistresses. So, when she cared for me, I only discussed with her the little things that calm her down and with which she can sympathise. I discussed the beauty of the men, the looks and the gestures, the things they notice and don’t notice, the stupid questions they ask me and the spicy answers I gave them.

I talked to Béatrice about the tons of very handsome men hanging around me, whom I had inherited when working in the computer engineering, which at the time was still a man’s world. There were two about which she heard stories: there was a young slim and very elegant British Sudanese called Mo, and an elder British gentleman named Steven who looks like Andre Agassi. They are still my friends today. Otherwise, I got her to talk with me about her competitor, who is Olivier Dachkin, and

who has a hairdressing salon in almost all the streets of Brussels. He had two shops in rue des Tongres (Tongerenstraat) the same street where Beauté et Bien-être is. At Olivier Dachkin’s you can get a shampoo, a cut and a brushing for 12 Euro (in 2003, the price has risen to 14 Euro in the meantime, without a cut). We thought that was incredibly cheap. “And why two shops of the same brand in the same street ?” we wondered.

Of course I have taken a look inside his shops, but I never went there for a treatment. I told Béatrice how I saw his hairdressers working. They set the hair dryer to the maximum temperature through which you see big clouds of vapour steaming out of the hair. The hair just burns through that, it makes it dry out like straw and break. In addition, I’ve seen that they pull a lot on the hair, to the point that the entire head of the client was being pulled in all the directions and this while the hair is being burnt with the dryer. We wondered if the customers still have hair left after a treatment of 12 Euro. We were curled up with the laughter and the jokes about Olivier Dachkin’s business on one afternoon.

Olivier Dachkin has made a very rapid growth in this period (2003-2004). His web page says that he has 27 years in business, 17 years of franchising, 90 hairdressing salons in Belgium800 employees.

I asked Béatrice if she could explain how this hairdresser survived, with the large number of hairdressers he employs, in the very large number of shops, that are mostly located in the expensive shopping areas. Béatrice also wondered about this.
It was by discussing with her the business of Olivier Dachkin that I figured out that she didn’t know much about doing business in her own field or about making money. If she was wondering how Olivier Dachkin was doing it for generating income while offering services so cheaply, then she knows nothing about Beauté and Bien-être of her so-called husband Joseph Gheysens.

A very young woman of 18 years of age was working as a hairdresser at Beauté et Bien-être. Before finding this job, she applied with Olivier Dachkin, and she was able to tell us about how they work. She told me that his brand was earning money with the sale of training programs for the hairdressers and with the high price of the franchise, if you want to start a salon of your own with that brand and design.

Much later, I learned from my brother that Olivier Dachkin is a Moroccan businessman. My brother knew more because he lives nearby Dachkin’s residence,

which is in front of Parc Cinquantenaire. Dachkin’s house is a classy estate in front of which only luxury cars were parked with men wearing black tuxedos and black sunglasses waiting outside. It sounded like they were bodyguards. Why would a simple barber like Olivier Dachkin need any bodyguards for ? Is his business not about hair care ? Do the luxury cars in front of the house come from the 12 Euro hair treatment ? I wondered who’s investments Olivier Dachkin was using for growing his big network of hair salons so rapidly.

Today, I know better. Without the blessing of the Godfather of Morocco, Olivier Dachkin, who is also a Moroccan, would not achieve a thing in Belgium, I suppose. It could be a channel through which the Moroccan girls and students disappear into prostitution, and perhaps this very rapidly growing network of hair salons serves for other crimes, such as the money laundry, given that it offers financing services. It reminds me of NH Belgium CVBA which pretends to supply loan

It is quite possible that the Belgian authorities have turned a blind eye precisely because it could be a business of Lucien Leuwenkroon. I really would like to tell you that nothing is wrong with this business, but I don’t think that this business is normal, just like Beauté et Bien-être is not a normal beauty salon.

In 2012, I noticed that Olivier Dachkin had opened a new shop in Paduwa (Leuvensesteenweg in Evere), still with ridiculous prices. I saw “traitement aux huiles essentielles” (treatment with essential oil), at about 15 Euro, which is not much either. This could be the link with the Godfather.

I continued walking, but it reminded me of my project of Anaccell Force, the project I discussed in the letter to Mr. Nizar Baraka, the Minister of Economy of Morocco, in 2009 (annex_24A to 24C). I wanted to protect that project there and I experienced a huge blockade. Daniel Renson may have worked on this in a timely manner. Now I know why: they wanted to favour Olivier Dachkin or bribe him to use my plans.

Béatrice De Wilde works very well, and when one falls into good hands for the hair and the skin, one keeps working with the same person. The relationship between Béatrice and me first developed around the epilation with caramel. I can make caramel, but Béatrice helped me overcome the unpleasantness of stripping my hair. She had the tricks of the beauticians who often are more efficient than the doctors, because they develop another understanding of the body.

Over time, the collaboration grew further and in exchange for the help Béatrice offered me, I advised her on how to improve her business, with nutrition services, with marketing, with a website etc. Béatrice has a very beautiful body, which is perfect in the proportions, but she quickly noticed that I was not putting on weight without needing to be careful with cookies, cheese, nuts.

 
“If I eat like you, I put on weight. How do you do that ?” she asked. I told her that I was actually making efforts to gain a little more weight, to build resistance. She saw me eating in the waiting room one morning, when I left home without breakfast. I told her that for being on time in the morning, I leave just like that. She taught me to never do this again, to eat first, be it a piece of fruit or cereals, and then get ready for the day. “You will notice the difference”, she advised. It is true. I had never thought of eating first before getting dressed up, because at home with the parents, we were not allowed to eat while still wearing the pajama.

In that period, I was looking into nutrition and studying everything on the amino-acids, the oils the vitamins and the minerals for gaining weight. I have never used butter on my bread or for cooking. “I cook with olive oil”, I told her. “Isn’t that too much calories ? ” she commented. “You know what ? I don’t believe in this theory about the calories”, I answered. “But it is printed on all the foods we buy”, she argued. “I think it is publicity because I never understood how you count the calories in your body or in the food…

All I know is that olive oil is a fat burner. That is what I understood from all that I was learning, even though I was using it all my life. You will actually lose weight if you stop believing in the calories theory and if you start eating more oil”.

She was stunned. “My husband will never believe that. He is so fussy about the food and it is because of him, that I am not cooking the way I feel is good for me. He would never eat anything with oil in it fearing that it will make him fat”, she explained. I thought that he was probably the reason why she puts on weight after eating one small piece of chocolate. If she wants to keep a good metabolism, she will need to dump him fast. Unfortunately, she verifies everything with him first, before believing someone else or even herself, and this is how he kept her dumb.

I taught her to eat more proteins, and I shared with her information on Herbalife. “These are very good products also for your salon, but unfortunately you must become a member of the network marketing pyramid to have access to the products, or I could order for you”, I explained. “You order for me”, she suggested.
I contacted Miss Karen Maxwell, an Italian American who lives in Brussels, and who used to be a computer engineer at IBM in New York in the 60-ties and the 70-ties. I met Karen through Bear Pages, a London-based PC company who helped me get into information technology by becoming their software trainer.

In 2003, Karen was the president of La Lèche League, an association which encourages the young mothers to breastfeed their newborns for as long as possible. Karen was also a Herbalife distributor. When I called her up, she had just returned from a demonstration against the invasion of Iraq by the Bush administration.

Her companion was Doug Allchin, a British technology engineer with whom I discussed my ambition to spread the information technology to countries like Morocco and to work out a thin client solution for circumventing the purchase of software licence for each computer station. For talking to him honestly, I thought that my author’s rights were protected well enough by SABAM, the Belgian copyrights organisation, where I submitted “Growing Together – a Strategy for Digital Unity“.

One mafioso used the document for talking the whole of Morocco into 4th Generation of mobile communication, which was the UMTS system. Morocco became the first country in the world to implement the Unified Mobile Telecom System, at a moment when there were only about 30 000 computer users and a few million fixed-line users, the illiteracy rate at that moment was a little less than 60 %, and the youth unemployment was almost 100 %. The market for repaying the UMTS was not even there in Belgium, let alone in a poor country like Morocco. The chances are that Morocco paid the price of three or four mobile operators somewhere else. That is how much the “Growing Together – a Strategy for Digital Unity” document was worth.

It was the period when Microsoft’s domination was being discussed at the European Commission. This was also the period when I wrote the CENEBP document for a collaborative economy. In this period I also met Abbas, an Iranian young man, who used to live and study in Sweden, where he developed a translation tool with unicode. He was married to Miss Navaresi of whom I forgot the first name. I only remember the name of her sister who is Farah Navaresi, who was my neighbor and who introduced me to Abbas, when he was on visit to greet Farah’s newborn son Keywan.

Abbas eventually remained stranded in Zaventem, where he bought a night shop, which he might be running still today, despite his ingenuity to create a translation tool.

The chances are that in the meantime my thin client solution combined to CENEBP became the Google Apps the collaboration platform, and that the unicode translation tool which Abbas created became the Google Translate tool.

Karen signed me up as a Herbalife distributor, which allowed me to discover that they were no longer supplying the best products which I thought they had for the skin care. They definitely stopped selling the make-up. They had also removed certain tastes from their milkshake product line. “What happened to the Herbalife that I used to know in 1992-1993-1994 ?” I wondered. The founder of Herbalife, Mark Hughes, who was a very young man who tried to help his mother, had curiously died in the meantime.

Anyway, I submitted my order and I was showing Beatrice the resources to avoid gaining weight, and how I was using the same for gaining weight. “No but if you say that you are using the same for gaining weight, then what is this going to do for me ?” She was puzzled on how more or less the same supplements could help doing the opposite. “It is simple, I should start by eating normal meals completely and I keep the milkshake until last, as a dessert, whereas you should start with the milkshake so to have fewer space for a normal meal”. She tried it, and it worked without ever having the feeling of hunger for long hours. She also had more energy.

“I have to get Joseph to take some of this too” she told me full of enthusiasm, but it seems to me that he remained aloof and sceptical of all these new things to which I was exposing his so-called wife.
Later I helped her with a computer which she put in the front of the salon. We bought it for almost nothing, and I showed how she could use it to print publicity for her shop. The publicity consisted of a postcard and a post-it. On the post-it I printed the flag of Europe and a line saying “Hey dear colleague, try this hair salon. They are really good. See you later. Béatrice’.

The idea of a post-it with these words comes from a publicity which I received from the USA, when I was ordering books from the Alexander Hamilton Institute for writing winning reports and business letters. A partner organization received my details, and that is how I began to receive publicity for buying more thing in the USA.

The post-it worked. Beatrice went to throw the postcards in the mailboxes in the neighbourhood of the salon, which is located near Schuman, where the European Commission and the European Parliament is, in order to attract those particular customers. Her salon became a little more successful, because she was not receiving a lot of clients previously, and thus the hairdresser and herself were not sufficiently using their skills. Beauty care is a branch in which the practice makes perfect, and the only person who was not happy about all this was Joseph Ghyssens, the so-called husband of Beatrice. It is through the post-it that Mrs. Dominique Rambaud came to the salon one afternoon

in April 2004. She had received the postcard from a colleague at the European Parliament, and she believed it, because of the post-it. She decided to try the hair salon, without really knowing which colleague inside the European Parliament was

Beatrice.

She did not make an appointment. She simply asked if she could have her nails taken care of. That was only possible one hour later, said the hairdresser who took up the appointments while Béatrice was serving another customer in her cabin.

The hairdresser put the name of Miss Rambaud and the phone down in the agenda and she suggested to Mrs. Rambaud to spend an hour in the neighborhood, to do some window shopping in the mall nearby or to have a drink somewhere.
Miss Rambaud had chosen to wait inside the salon. I offered a drink. Given that I was the next customer for Beatrice, I offered to switch the appoint with Miss Rambaud’s, and to have her nails done first and I would go in later.

Miss Rambaud was very pleased to meet friendly people. She wondered what my nationality was and I said “Moroccan”. Her parents too were Moroccans. Miss Dominique Rambaud-Segovia was in charge of the dossier concerning the liberation of the prisoners of Tindouf (Morocco).
Tindouf is a region in south Algeria, bordering the Western Sahara and Morocco. There are mass prison camps there relying on humanitarian aid. The prison camps of Tindouf are known for the embezzlement of humanitarian aid from the United Nations, among others.

(about the conversation being overheard)

What About the Pensions at Beauté et Bien-être ?

When I first joined Beauté et Bien for the first time, two older ladies were working there. There was Béatrice and a Belgian one whose name I don’t know (I think Michelle or Monique), and she worked as an independent coiffeur in that salon. They were able to work well and quickly, and they mainly attracted employees who quickly came to get a colour or a haircut during the lunch time.

“Do you work together,” I asked. They both nodded. I thought it was excellent that two women are managing a business together. Much later – when Mrs. De Wilde became more open with me – I discovered that neither of them were the owners. The hairdresser was working as an independent.

With the beautiful salon, in a busy commercial street close to the European institutions, and with the high skills in the house, you would think that Mrs De Wilde was earning real money… That was not the case :

The salon was still new (two or three years old at the time), but I thought they attracted few customers. I met the same customers all the time, and when it came to care that lasted longer than an hour, I had noticed that I was almost always the only customer, and this is why I suggested the post-it marketing campaign.

With so few customers, how did they pay for the full time independent hairdresser, the rent of the shop which was about 1000 Euro per month, they said and the consumption of the electricity and the water which they used a lot ?

In the 2 years that I have visited the salon, they have changed hairdressers three times. When I first arrived there, at the end of 2002, there was an elderly blonde lady. In 2003 a young intern aged between 18 and 20 came, who Beatrice De Wilde and Joseph Gheysens had taken on after her probationary period. I don’t have the names, because I didn’t make contact with the hairdressers.

At the beginning of 2005, the young girl was discarded “because she had made herself pregnant without marrying” they told me, and also “because she smoked cigarettes”, as if the couple Beatrice De Wilde and Joseph Gheysens were angels. They had other motives for sending the girl away, and perhaps this could be related to the pensions. If I am not mistaken, Joseph Gheysens was looking for someone through the Activa plan or the Rosetta plan, which is a government-sponsored recruitment plan for young school leavers and / or people who were receiving unemployment benefits for more than two years.

Perhaps one other motive was to attract more North African customers and they might have been looking for another channel to know more about the group-purchasing plans, which was to hire an African or a North African hairdresser, given that I was not talking to the hairdressers at all.

They found Chokri, a Tunisian hairdresser, certainly to lure the North African girls to the hair salon, and to get me to talk to Chokri, and finish the conversation on how to do the group-purchasing of electricity.
He is the only staff member at Beauté et Bien-être who gave his GSM number to me. I never thought of the human traffic, until I began to look into Béatrice’s case and into the business of Beauté et Bien-être.
When I encouraged Béatrice to take the business into her own hands, she said “I have the will, but I don’t have the courage. Do you know that I have been working here every day for two years without receiving a salary once ?” Then I understood that she was a salaried employee at Beauté et Bien-être, and not the boss.

“Do you receive a part of the proceeds?” I asked. She shook her head. “We have been running at a loss for two years, and everything which I would earn, is used to pay the hairdresser first, because we can’t make the salon run without her… We should attract more customers if you want to help me with a few ideas. she asked. She was tired of working for nothing, and she was concerned about her social rights, her unemployment and, above all, her pension. She believed in the negative balance of the salon’s accounts, which Joseph prepared and which he wanted to keep negative all the time.

She had a permanent contract, and she did not receive a salary. “Can’t you become the co-owner or something like that?”, I asked. “Yes, Joseph is planning to do that, but not now, because we have not started long yet. He first wants to see how the salon was going to run,” she said. I rolled my eyes to say: yeah right ! For such a racist to take a niggeress into his business as co-owner ? How can Béatrice be so naive? It is unbelievable.

She will have to wait a very long time for everything, I think. Béatrice calls Joseph my “husband”. There was something in that couple that was fluffy. Joseph and Béatrice had been living together for 15 years, when I got to know them. I’ve always had the feeling that Béatrice has grown stuck in her relationship with Joseph. I have not seen any real great love between the two. I didn’t have the impression that they were in love, even though they paid attention to each other. They were just two actors who were fooling each other as well as themselves, but there was no mutual understanding about each other’s situation. One doesn’t know what the other person thinks and feels about him or her. They seemed to have stayed together for some reason, and that is most likely routine.

They are not married to each other, and that is what I expected. That’s not what Béatrice expected. She made herself illusions. I accidentally overheard her conversation with a client, an elder white woman who is a good friend of Joseph. I learned that he doesn’t want to marry her, he doesn’t want to have a child of her, he doesn’t want to pay a salary, and he doesn’t want to share with her the business in which she survives. Béatrice sounded uncertain, and I could understand that if there is no clarity about where Joseph wanted to go with Béatrice. Does he have respect for her? I do not think so.

I asked her, “How did you meet each other?

I remember her saying that she had gone to a restaurant with a friend. She had found a babysitter for the children that day. At another table was a man alone, who just before he left came to her table to say to her “you really have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen…”. Of course she was flattered – and especially at a time when she was paying the cost of a divorce. He then learned that she was working in a beauty salon. “I’m sure we’ll see each other again” he promised Béatrice, who apparently was totally hypnotized.

She had told me how, a few days later, he had magically found the salon where she worked, and where he went to see her again. He had told her that he had simply taken the Golden Pages, that he had used a pendulum on top of the list of hairdressing salons and beauty salons, that the pendulum had given him the address, and that he had found in this way where she was working. She believed him and when she was speaking about it to me, she was still impressed by the magic, 15 years after their meeting. So she allowed herself to be caught by him in this way, because she still told me these things with an admiration “how fate gave her the favors”.

As you can see, Joseph had taken control of the relationship from the first meeting by reducing her resistance with a BIG compliment, and then with the magic of a pendulum. She has been dominated from the very beginning, and has therefore lost control of herself, from that point on.

Today, I think her meeting with Joseph was a set up, in collaboration with the beauty salon where she used to work, and the girlfriend who was with her in the restaurant, and perhaps also the restaurant staff, given the arrangement of the tables. The whole system in Belgium collaborated and was turned against the interests of Beatrice, simply because her skin is brown.
The police might ask in which salon Beatrice used to work and who the lady was, and see if there is a connection between that girlfriend and Joseph. The meeting was achieved in the same way like Joseph undoubtedly mapped out my meeting with Renson. The latter hasn’t received any couscous meals with some belly dance from me, so far, like Beatrice was offering kasav meals to Joseph. Without marriage to him she was truly being very silly.

Instead of investing time and effort in herself, Béatrice has spent years preparing Congolese delicacies and putting on clothes adapted to the menu, all for a farmer’s penis (Boerenpummel). She told me that she was putting on a Congolese wax with a matching headgear, everything to make that deceiver happy.  
What a happiness that Islam is holding me back from letting it come this far. In the end I decide when and who I want, but not without the opinion of the whole family. She has let others decide for her, and they have conditioned her. I don’t get into bed without marrying the witnesses too.   I would never opt for a divorce once there are children, because otherwise they become pigeons for the cat in human trafficking.

The witnesses  are very important, in the case something goes wrong in the couple, in the case of heritage, wars or disappearance.  In the case of HIV infection or other life threatening infections, the witnesses are also useful.  They can indicate which family has a history of diseases and which doesn’t. 

In Belgium, they have been attacking the institutions like virginity, abstinence, official engagement and marriage, by the encouragement of unofficial relations, by the libertine relations within the marriage, by making partner-swapping look like an accepted occurrence, by single parenthood, by discarding the witnesses, of course, and by laughing at the people who stick to the conservative values.  They are old-fashioned and they are still living in the Middle Ages or in the Victorian Times.  In this way, the people who intentionally want to infect a high number of people with HIV, can get away with accusing the other of bringing the disease for him or her.   

I think Beatrice has let herself be fooled by the social fashion to live with the boyfriend, without any witnesses, “to see how it goes”, instead of forcing Joseph from the beginning to have a formal relation.  She would have found out immediately that he has no plans of ever getting married to her.  Her path and the outcome would have been totally different than the one she will be facing. 

She accepted a second Belgian man in her life, after failing her marriage with a first Belgian man, who she dumped because of “a mentality”, which refers to “a culture”.  She freed herself from one man, but she took someone with the same mentality, which is this one:

It is the mentality in which they don’t distinguish assets from liabilities, good from bad, positive from negative, and in which capital is considered a liability.   The absence of equity is the mentality of the ignorant people.   That ignorance is reflected in the model of balance sheet of their central bank.

Islam basically says that :

If your mentality is at least three-dimensional or advanced, and if this has kept you in balance throughout your life… then you are not allowed to marry someone who will make it two-dimensional.  That is strictly forbidden.  You are not even allowed to have sex with someone with that kind of balance sheet, which testifies of a lower existence.  That individual will cause you to go backward in criminal ways.  To evolve further into a higher existence, you ought to marry someone with the same values, to keep your mental, physical and financial equity.

In the case of Béatrice, who is brown, The plan is possibly to accuse the Congolese or the whole of Africa of infecting the world with HIV, and they are well on their way winning this bet.   The chances are that they have invaded Syria, Libya and Iraq, where they have enslaved and mass-raped the women, with the same intention, which is to accuse these countries of spreading the HIV in the countries where they are accepted as refugees.    This is how migration fits in the HIV-plan.

I didn’t dare to dig any further to understand her work situation exactly, but I am sure that their company’s balance sheet consists of a donut, like one above, consisting of an equal amount of assets and liabilities, and no gain, no equity.   

Has she worked in the black for two full years without a day of rest in “her husband’s” salon, and he is not even her husband? Does the Ministry of Labour never send a social inspector to check out the hair salons, as they do in the hotel and the catering industry, in this country ?

Would there be a deal with the mafia of trafficking in human beings to leave the hairdressers and the beauty institutions alone and not to check them? I wouldn’t be surprised. The mafioso has always chosen the right employment ministers to make his human trafficking business with the young migrants easy to run in this country. It is high time they looked into all the hairdressers for fueling the budget of the government. Why did I never hear about “un coup de filet chez les coiffeurs” . I always hear about ‘a coup de filet chez les restaurants et les cafés‘.

I think that Béatrice De Wilde herself doesn’t understand social laws at all, because she asked me what she had to do to get her wage paid out. She was very tired of spending nine hours a day in the business, and doing in addition to that the household for someone who can’t do anything himself, of listening to her son’s financial problems without being able to help him, of the family problems with her eldest daughter who always had a fight with Joseph, of the fact that she did not receive a salary, and of remaining worthy in those demanding circumstances. It was too much for her, and this way I could guess that she was looking for a way out of this.
“I would go to the labor union and force the employer to pay the wages,” I said. She laughed with it… “Oh yeah why not… Maybe I will do this one day”. “Joseph is obliged. He can land in prison for not paying one day”, I said. She looked into the void with a glance of satisfaction. Maybe she already saw him behind the bars, and I had the feeling that one day things will go so far between them, because she was really not satisfied, then already. She was syndicated and I advised her to keep her affiliation.

She had support from me, and maybe that’s why Joseph didn’t appreciate me, but at the same time he appreciated me anyway because he became smarter with the group-purchasing of electricity for GDF Suez. We both agreed on Joseph. I never quarreled with that lady, not even after the publication of the group-purchasing of electricity, because I knew that she did not have the freedom to do what she wanted.

She was receiving sufficient cash, just like you would give a chocolate for keeping a young kid happy. It looked like they had sufficient liquidity coming in from somewhere else. If I’m not mistaken, they had a common account from which they take out the money to make the small purchases. She saved some of it to help her children with that. Yet she preferred to have a wage to get a mortgage and to buy a house. Joseph knows that if she buys a house, then she is gone.

That’s why I don’t think she was paid a salary, that’s why he doesn’t want her to co-own anything. That is also the reason why he doesn’t want to marry her, it is so that she cannot claim part of the house which they built together. That he is going to give half of his house in Sterrebeek as a present to Choco is unthinkable.

The conversation about her salary took place at the beginning of 2003. In 2005, its situation was still the same. It is quite possible that nothing has changed yet.
Joseph is an obstacle for Béatrice, That is why I believe that the strategy for getting the whole case in the open could start from.

Béatrice is only aware of the fact that she is not happy because Joseph doesn’t want to get married, but she doesn’t know why. Béatrice lived a bit like a princess in a golden cage. She spent until the wallet was empty. She bought what she wanted every day, and now and then little things for her salon, like flowers for her cabin and beautiful things she found at Casa to decorate her salon.

She also bought little things for Joseph, such as a tie, perfume and novelties that she thought were beautiful for him . She was constantly thinking of him. After meeting Joseph myself , I suspected a one-sided attention. Béatrice imagined a love that never existed. She constantly thought of “how can I make him happy with something today? That’s why she bought things for him. It was as if she never did enough. The attention she gave to him seemed to be a sacrifice of herself to do something that could not work.

 

“No One Can Massage Me”

Beatrice is very good at maintaining the appearance of “a happy family”. A small villa in a neat neighborhood, two cars, beautiful clothes, both a job. She created the atmosphere and the decoration depending on the holidays, etc… Yet there is a dark side to that relationship.

One Monday morning she came to pick me up and arrived a little later than agreed. Monday is her weekday off and she went to make me discover a herborist in the centre of Brussels. She apologized that she had not phoned to notify me, but I didn’t mind. She sighed, and then tears began to roll :

“I am tired of him. I get up at 5.30 a.m. before he wakes up. I start to prepare the breakfast that must be on the table at 7 o’clock. He always wants an extensive breakfast, with scrambled eggs, cheese, fine vegetables, cereals, coffee, toasted bread… Then I prepare his clothes and shoes while he takes a bath. I help him dress up. If there is a crease, I smooth it first, I put on his tie. I comb his hair. He is taking breakfast. I make his lunch package. He himself cannot spread a sandwich.

Do you know that I put his shoes ready at the front door so that he only has to step into them? I help put on his cloak. I even open the door for him. I was working with him all this morning, before I could think of myself…. That’s why I was a little late. The tears kept rolling out of her red eyes.

“It is my rest day today. The day has not yet started, and I am already exhausted. I have let it come too far, because now he expects me to do this every day for him… And in the evening it’s exactly the same. He comes tired, he sits down in the chair and reads the newspaper until the food is ready… Then he wants a massage of the feet or of his head…. But I am also tired and no one can massage me…  Sometimes I think I’m packing up my suitcases and head to the door …. I’m going to do that as soon as the youngest child leaves the house…. Because I don’t hold that up,” she said hopelessly.

That’s what I thought the case would be. She did her best to pay attention to Joseph, but he didn’t do all those things back for her. He doesn’t intend to marry her, and that works on the spirit of Béatrice. It would be normal for her to do all these things for a husband, but not for someone with whom she just lives together. Now she was in a position where she is financially dependent on him, she did not have her own home and she is also a worker in his Beauté et Bien-être. She was also a slave there, and her empty pay slips will be proof of that. She was being a slave at home and at her job, working for him around the clock. He was protecting her for his convenience.

She was like a Choco, a Twix for him,
only for when he needs a break, not she.
She doesn’t have the right to have a break from him.

Joseph expects that Beatrice will always remain silent and that nothing would ever happen. In this respect, there is sufficient potential for a conflict over the wages she has not received for long years, from the creation of Beauté et Bien-être.

It could be that he has conditioned Béatrice to artificially keep her in slavery also in Beauté et Bien-être, so she can not buy her own house or pay lawyers. And so there is a long chain of negative arguments, tied together with lies, to keep the balance sheet of the salon negative, so that the salon always needs “capital” (possibly laundered money from INJO), on which it does not have to pay taxes.

The authorities might suggest to Béatrice the possibility that if she brings in all the evidence, that they can force Joseph to pay her immediately all the wages with vacation money and everything for a period of 30 years approximately. If he is unable to pay the necessary amount, then you confiscate the salon or the house, both Beauté et Bien-être and INJO, and all the bank accounts in Belgium and abroad.

She will be happy and she might be able to give estimates of the amounts of subsidies he has received for the group-purchasing with the SCAM in Wallonia, and for the Rosetta and Activa plans and those things. This operation will provide further names of the possibly involved people like Renson, and to the companies (like AWEX) that you can question, so that you can bring out even more hidden funds.

He travelled a lot. You could ask Béatrice which countries he has been to. I remember him going mainly to Germany, to Angola, to Congo, and perhaps to Turkey as well. That had something to do with nuclear power stations and Electrabel, he said. Maybe he got contracts through the Belgian Luxembourg Chamber of Commerce in Morocco and through AWEX, and perhaps his travels had to do with the trafficking in human beings.

To be continued

In the next episode, we will have a deeper look into INJO and in who Joseph Gheyssens is, based on the case of group-purchasing of electricity.

An action which I am suggesting to the United Nations is to invest in a global  campaign against HIV-Aids, and to make the world population aware of this disease, just like they used to do during the 1980-ies, when HIV-Aids was discovered.  Everyone heard about it.

Today, more and more people have never heard of HIV, especially the refugees from Aghanistan, Iraq, Syria and Libya.  I speak about it to them all the time, and very few have ever heard of HIV, leave alone HIV aids.

Naima Mouali
Président des Chambres Unies et Consultant Innovation
Fondateur de Anaccell Corporation
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