By the power of God, I’ve been brought here to Paris and given the opportunity of Liberty, the freedom to win. Every day I wake up and thank God.
I’m humbled and honoured to be a part of this awesome community, who’s pride in their city is misunderstood by many. France is the most visited country on earth boasting 281million tourists a year and Paris is the most loved, it beats New York; and it was the French who built it (all this brilliance) so please don’t come here and disrespect them.
I have embraced the French with open arms, like a vulnerable child who’s seen too much violence. Their continued support, their kindness and love without judgement is indicative of a big beautiful heart painted in blue, white and red.
I carry two flags on my trolley, while I’m still looking for employment. The Australian Flag, which despite a long fight against Police Corruption, is my place of origin and represents my freedom in a sense; and the French flag, which I wave so proudly with two very strong arms, represents my home away from home and my Liberty given so freely by the people I LOVE THE MOST.
I want the people of France recognised all around the world, for their humanitarian efforts and hearts of Solid Gold, as for the first time in twenty years, they’ve given me something so powerful, yet so simple that everyone else has failed to do, the opportunity to belong without judgement, and the freedom to win.
Along with that I would like to add that in all the eight countries I’ve visited since December, 2012 (including Australia and New-Zealand), no other culture has understood me more than the people of France, nor given more than the French. They have given things money can’t buy, and to those who have come here with predetermined ideas and as a result of their own ignorance missed this beauty in the hearts of the French people, I pity you.
From the very beginning, I have shared a thirst for justice, equality and liberation with the French people, qualities that in the human realm of existence are priceless – like me, they are a bunch of lovers who (like myself), fight with their hearts.
Throughout the years, I have found that people have described me in many different ways. At Martial Arts I was nick named, Anna Anaconda because of my fearless fighting style during the state championships, which I won. With the Department of Child Protection Australia, my title was The Ninja, because it took them seven years to pin me down collaborating with Police Corruption at a Federal Level making every effort to falsify evidence against me involving the community by way of bribery (“The Palace Prison”); it wasn’t me they got, it was my daughter. In Malta, they called me Snow White – well it sure feels like I brought the snow with me to Paris this year, and I hope I’ve also brought the world cup to the French!
I have asked God in my prayers to give the French the world cup for 2018, I hope he answers it because they deserve it – I think they’ve tolerated enough in terms of terrorism and tourists coming here running them down – they are worthy and deserving of long lasting celebrations with each other.
I love seeing the French win the soccer, not for my happiness but for theirs, when they are happy and celebrating together, it somehow fulfils me and I can’t quite explain why?
A wise old man once told me that GOOD ALWAYS WINS IN THE END!
I love these people, MAY GOD BLESS THE FRENCH.
IT FEELS LIKE HOME TO ME.
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