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1 Statementof Complaints –The Fundamental Rightsof the EuropeanUnion.
INCIDENT REPORT
By: Anne Agius(Gelicrisio)
Maltese ID Card:225213L
Original Date:11th
September,2014
(Filed with the Family Courtsin Valetta,Malta in 2014)
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To Whom It May Concern,
I would like to take this opportunity to exercise my right in requesting that
such criminal acts of Domestic Violence, as detailed in this report, be
punished in accordance with The Charter of the Fundamental Rights of the
European Union, Article 8 and Declaration of Article 8; which states that “the
union will aim in it’s different policies to combat all kinds of Domestic
Violence and that the member states shall take all the necessary measures
to punish these criminal acts and to support and protect the victims”.
Furthermore in accordance to the above mentioned, I would like to request
adequate support and protection, as a person on the receiving end of such
crimes; and protection under the Whistle Blower’s Act.
I would also like to request access to all documentation in my name held by
governing authorities of Malta and the European Union, given the
opportunity to rectify and error, as set in Chapter 4, Article 42 of the
Fundamental Rights of the European Union.
Please keep me fully informed via email with regards to the outcome of all
the above.
Thank you, for your time and I look forward to your response.
Best Regards,
Ms Anne Agius (Gelicrisio)

Statement of Complaints
Background Information and Circumstances Leading to concurrent
turn of events.
a) THE WIFE
Anne Agius (Gelicrisio); is 41 years of age and currently unemployed. She
has made several attempts to gain employment during her time in Malta to
no avail. She feels her age is a barrier in this country (which is
discriminative) alongside her unstable employment history, as a result of
raising two wonderful children single handedly for 16 years in Australia;
which the husband, Mr Bradley Agius (D.O.B 17th November, 1989) knew
about before marriage. It is the wife’s wish and her human right to
education to pursue further studies with the University of Malta, a degree in
the Faculty of Law until completion; which was strongly opposed by her
husband who insisted Ms Agius withdraws her concurrent application (lodged
last year) and brings home ‘the pay’ instead; and further making threats of
a degrading nature in particular, warning Ms Agius that together with his
‘detective friend’, men can be organized during the nights to use her body,
as an alternative way to make money (against her will). When Ms Agius
asked her husband how he intends to get away with something like that (as
she is not a willing participant), her husband said, ‘it’s called drugs’. Ms
Agius then retaliated by opening the front door for her husband to leave with
his bags packed and get out of her life… and in response to that, her
husband, Mr. Bradley Agius, told his wife to calm down, that he is only
joking;;; however, Ms Agius did not see the funny side and pre-warned her
husband quite seriously that should he make any attempts to follow through
on his threats of forcing prostitution by way of sedation (or any other illegal
method), she will STOP AT NOTHING to see justice is served with a jail term
for such crimes, as it is against her consent.
At the time of this report, as dated above (re-edited 14th August, 2014), the
wife lived in a private rental that was once occupied with her husband, which
she could no longer afford, compromising heavily on her right to security;
the street life would be considered as a reduction of living standards and
among other things, is in-dignifying.

Two months after filing for separation, the wife made every effort to blow
the whistle on Police Corruption involving her husband, in particular for
crimes of infidelity (exposing his mistress) and the level of Family Violence
she was subjected to by her husband as a result of all the above; admissions
her husband made. At the time of seeking support to change her
circumstances of abuse the wife became aware that her husband’s mistress
and the detective in question are all highly liked members of the Maltese
Community, as oppose to his wife who has no such contacts and her friends
reside in Australia, her country of origin.
After ceasing co-habitation with her husband, Ms Agius who was
unemployed at the time, spent her last dollars to pay for a legal practitioner
to assist her in receiving maintenance payments in due course – to pay the
rent, feed herself and follow up with a physiotherapist to correct a pain in
her hip caused by her husband’s violence; however, her application was
subject to lengthy time delay’s and to the strong resistance from her
husband, who at the time was working for the Ministry of Social Solidarity
and paying good money for a private lawyer to be adequately represented.
Ms Agius informed her legal practitioner about the level of family violence
she was subjected to by her husband, which caused her to throw his bags
out the door and cease co-habitation, after silently tolerating his abuse for a
period of twelve months before going public; mental, physical, social and
emotional.
At the time of seeking legal advice with the intention to take action against
her husband, Ms Agius was not aware nor was she advised by her legal
practitioner of the time lag involved with regards to filing a separation case
against her husband on the grounds of Calculated Deception (including
religious insults and torts) versus Domestic Violence; in accordance to the
Civil Code of Malta, Chapter 16 – personal separation – mediation must be
scheduled within four days from the time of filing for separation where
Domestic Violence is involved as oppose to four weeks or more for any other
matter. Without an income to support herself such time lags would force Ms
Agius into homelessness and this was communicated with her legal
representative at the time.
Ms Agius filed for separation on the 28th July, 2014, with her legal
representative explaining her circumstances of family violence but filing on
the grounds of calculated deception (religious insults and tors). The said

case was filed with the Family Courts of Malta by her legal representative on
the 22nd August, 2014 (despite the urgency) and the first mediation session
scheduled on the following month, (which never took place…) running out
her rent and forcing Ms Agius into homelessness – unfairly disadvantaged.
She made multiple visits to her legal practitioner and paid a total fee of
150eur, which compromised her ability to pay rent for the month of
September. She could no longer afford the legal fees and tried to pursue her
case via legal aid (an already compromised system that is under strain);
however, in doing so MS Agius was allocated a lawyer that was an expert on
child abuse – this was not a case of child abuse and therefore, Ms Agius felt
it was not appropriate. She further made a formal request to change her
allocated lawyer and replace him with Ms Yana Stafrace, (the chairperson for
the Commission of Domestic Violence) who also takes cases on legal aid
funds. It makes perfect sense have someone who is qualified in Family Law
and an expert on Domestic Violence to take on such a complicated case
involving police corruption and from Ms Agius, it’s not an unreasonable
request. Unfortunately Ms Yana Stafrace refused Ms Agius and as a result,
Ms Agius did not feel she was able to file for a Maintenance Order herself
(due to laws in place that prohibits applicants from communicating directly
with the judge); a privilege that is only given to legal representative on
behalf of their clients.
Please refer to the attached file titled, ‘TrentEsta – 1273’ (A Proposal for Europe’s
First Rehabilitation Centre for Women and Children of Domestic Violence’: Page 26,
Section 2.60 - Surviving Domestic Violence in Malta).
On September 15th, 2014, Ms Agius became homeless taking only
what she could carry, a change of clothes and food tins out of the
cupboard; no money!
It is well known in the community that the wife is a whistle blower with a
very strong sense for justice who does not fear corrupt authorities, however,
cannot contend with the credibility of a detective and her husband who was
newly employed with the Government of Malta, colluding and closing ranks.
Ms Agius describes her husband as someone who is very calculating and
dishonest with a money before morality attitude, who purposely failed during
the marriage (intentionally defying good advice), to demonstrate on false
pretenses that his failure is as a result of getting involved with his wife;
supporting similar claims made by Australian Authorities with regards to Ms

Agius parenting standards during an illegal cross-reference that should have
never taken place. Taking into consideration her run of bad luck with police
corruption over the years, Ms Agius stood no chance trying to defend herself
against the snowball affect taking place before her very eyes. Her husband
in the prime position to take full advantage.
Her husband’s tight net community of Maltese Born Lovers (as per his wife’s
description) turned against her by numbers, supporting her husband and his
affair to a Maltese girl who they deemed more suitable – now he was
practically getting away with murder – an example set by local authorities,
in particular the ministry (where her husband worked) and corrupt
police/detective.
Mr Agius claimed to be paid handsomely for his efforts (in discrediting and
destabilizing his wife on constructive grounds); a detective promising to
personally look after him..; and a Ministry that boasts Social Solidarity who
employed Mr Agius on the grounds he gets rid of his wife FIRST!
Under the circumstances, it is not unreasonable for the wife to request
protection under The Whistle Blower’s Act and until such time, the wife
cannot possibly expect to be employed by an Equal Opportunity Employer
who will guarantee an environment free from workplace bullying;;; who is
now takinconsidering action with the European Union Human Rights Courts
due to several breaches of her Human Rights (as a result of negligence and
less favorable treatment).
Please see the attached document titled, ‘TMaintenance Order - Urgent 2015
- Aagius - 1273a.docx’.
Instead of aggression, the wife has put her experiences to good use in terms
of raising awareness of Domestic Violence by way of example and via online
resources. The initial ‘Tell All’, website she spent months establishing
exposing her husband’s crimes that was getting the attention of general
public (based on actual turn of events), was mysteriously deleted while
airing dirty laundry; a new one has since been re-launched by the wife who
is determined not to silenced.
Numerous emails sent to representative from the office of the Prime Minister
and further requesting an appointment with the President of Malta (in hope
for support and protection) have fallen on deaf ears.

Furthermore, there has been very little action to ensure justice is served
and to ‘add insult to injury’, the support has been granted quite freely to her
husband – his rights superseding that of his wife’s Human Right to
Enjoyment of life, dignity and to physical and mental integrity; who as a
result of his initial employment with the Ministry of Social Solidarity, her
husband has generated ties with the Ministry for Education and Employment.
Power beyond measure!
References:
https://law.ku.edu/sites/law.drupal.ku.edu/f iles/docs/law_review/v62/3-
3%20Carey_Website.pdf
http://www.justiceservices.gov.mt/DownloadDocument.aspx?app=lom&itemid=8947&l=1
Further Notes: After the process of separation the obligation to cohabit ceases;
spouses are no longer expected to live together. However after separation all
other legal obligations (such as to remain faithful, maintain one another…) remain
in force; Article 35 of the Civil Code.
Disclaimer:
This document may be subject to error’s - all notification of changes that may be deemed necessary will be posted
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August,
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IN TERMS OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE – ASSAULT
Incident One
My husband and I were arguing over employment, I wanted to visit Comino
to ask a local hotel for seasonal work, which would be enough to get us on
our feet and out of his mother’s care but my husband wanted to stay put,
keeping us dependent on his mother. There was a time when I and he were
intimate with each other in the bedroom and his mother walked in on us – I
did not favor remaining under the same roof because I prefer to have my
privacy.
As a result of my husband’s resistance to be independent from his mother’s
care, we engaged in an argument that continued during the entire trip from
Fgura to the pier where the ferries are stationed in Cirkewwa. On the back of
his bike, while riding to Cirkewwa, just before we arrived at the pier and as
he was riding around the round-about, Bradley purposely put the bike in the
wrong gear and further using the handle bars to jerk me off from the back of
his bike while in motion. I clutched on to the back of him hoping no to fall
off, which made Bradley even more determined to hurt me, as so to avoid
going to Comino to ask for employment, which was the whole purpose of our
trip. When parking his motorbike, Bradley usually waits for me to get off first
clutching the handle bars to keep the bike in balance, so I don’t fall; but this
time he bet me to it and rushed off his seat before I got a chance to wriggle
and he further shook the handle bars while I was still sitting on the back of
the bike, ensuring I fall; and that’s exactly what happened, I fell on the floor
scraping my back bone on the left foot peg of his parked bike. I suffered
bruises down my back and spent that whole week crying and depressed not
knowing what to do. I couldn’t hit back at the time because I was in shock
and disbelief that he would even do such a thing. That was the first time we
separated for two weeks; I went to Lourdes to find answers, as I knew
violence wasn’t it.
At that point I was questioning a marriage of convenience, however, I did
not want to jump to conclusion too fast, as we just got married and not long
returned from our honeymoon; and therefore, when I returned from
Lourdes, I gave him a second chance after accepting his apology. His mother
and maternal grandfather, after hearing of the incident and reading the
email intended for Bradley that I sent from Lourdes (describing the

circumstances) disowned me from the family unit and shut me out of their
lives without hearing me out.
Incident Two
Another time we were on his bike riding back to his nanna’s, again arguing
about accommodation. The situation was that I didn’t want to stay
dependent on his nanna because it gave his mother grounds to visit and the
problem with that is after she left, it made us fight for hours every time.
Both his nanna and I insisted (for the sake of keeping the peace) that
Bradley takes the time to communicate with his mother our difficulties to
help her to better understand our position – he blatantly refused.
This argument carried forward onto the next day and while riding his bike
with me on the back he suddenly stopped at an isolated location just by the
airport I think (I wasn’t familiar with the area);;; as soon as Bradley started
losing the arguing with regards to sorting this mess out with his mother,
with his bike helmet in his hand he slammed it hard on my head with all his
might jogging my neck to one side, it felt like my neck was out of place, I
couldn’t turn my head in full both ways and was in a lot of pain. Even if I
wanted to fight back, at that point I really couldn’t, as I was in too much
pain and in shock that he would resort to violence for the second time.
Incident Three
Then we moved on the St Paul’s Bay sleeping in a tent and looking for work
away from all his family members. It was cold and unpleasant but it was
better than shouldering the family pressures at hand; his maternal family
members making every effort to split us up.
Thank I noticed Bradley sneaking out in the middle of the night for a couple
of hours and entering a parked van with a lady waiting for him beside the
van. From a distance, she looked like a girl who’s just reached puberty but
was defiantly of a consenting age. I followed him out on night after
pretending to fall asleep, which is how I found out; I noticed this van was
following us everywhere and parking nearby our tent each time we moved
position due to the wind and rain but I never thought anything of it until I
witnessed Bradley’s association with it.
I knew that by questioning him it would subject me to his violence, however,
there came a time when I just couldn’t keep quite anymore and therefore, I

questioned him in the worst location ever, it was covered boulders and cliffs
that stood just over the ocean. At first he tried to deny all, telling me what
he always tells me when he’s lying, “I’ve got no idea what you are talking
about”, then I told him I saw him he said get your evidence.
Bradley was losing the argument evidence or not and in the heat of the
moment, he threw me hard on the boulder that I was balancing on; he was
standing over me and as he pushed me backwards, I fell smack bang on my
hip with no chance to get back up. I was in so much agony; I seriously
couldn’t walk and was in disbelief that someone with such a sweet face
would even go that far – my husband!
I felt betrayed that he broke yet again another promise to keep his hands to
himself and use his words, after the last incident. I remember crying my
eye’s out and looking up to the full moon asking God to let me walk again.
My husband dragged me over to a flat surface where I almost passed out
being in so much pain. I was leaning on his lap but unable to stand up. We
stayed there till the sun rose and then headed back to the campsite, where
my husband had to practically drag me back to while leaning heavily on his
shoulder for over an hour in agony, till we reached our tent on foot. He
asked me not to get him into trouble and said this was the last time he’d
lose his temper and once again, I fell for it, forgave him and protected him
from criminal charges.
Incident Four
His extra marital affair was yet to be resolved and his abuse causing a
distraction. Sooner or later we engaged in yet another heated argument
over this scrubber (a nick name that is given to someone who is going
cheap) that my husband has already admitted to having an affair with,
however did not disclose her identity as yet in fear that I would expose them
both in retaliation. The arguments started outside while parking his bike,
which I was standing on the other of. Bradley then tried to push his bike
onto me to shut me up form questioning him and as an act of self-defense I
pushed it back to him and he lost his grip. The bike fell on the floor and my
husband came charging at me like a heated bull. He had me in a head lock
with the bike helmet still on my head and I was losing circulation around my
neck and couldn’t breadt and therefore, I dropped to the ground where he
pursed to wrestle me we wrestled for ages and he was hitting me and I was

trying to block with everything I had as an alternative to hitting back but
when my husband said that sucking her tits is not the same as having sex
with her, I was furious because that’s still cheating, in terms of sexual
engagement with another. It was 1am an all the neighbors shut their
window shutters and let us practically kill each other for an hour. I
remember telling Bradley that if he keeps his hands to himself, I will
accompany him to the foreshore to talk about it, as he was starting to cool
off by then; we failed to bring our bike helmets with us and the next day
they were gone.
Incident Five
The next day he wanted to go to a secret location alone, it was a Saturday
morning and I was standing by the door just trying to talk to him; I couldn’t
understand the need for secrecy, I didn’t want to stay home alone because I
was in hip pain and given that, I did not have the liberty to exit via the flight
of stairs by myself that led to the front door, should I want to go out. I
asked my husband what could be so important on a Saturday and to stay
back with me over the weekend while I am still recovering but he refused
not only to stay back but also to disclose his destination, telling me it’s none
of my business. I was obviously standing in his way and to move me against
my will, he picked me up with both hands cupped around my back and both
feet off the ground and actually slammed me on the ground hard, hitting my
head first. I lost consciousness and my memory when I awoke. According to
Bradley, I didn’t know where I was and what was happening when woke up,
as I was knocked out cold.
My memory of the event was being slammed on the ground and praying the
rosary in the kitchen afterwards, with my favorite beads that I brought back
from Lourdes; which Bradley broke on purpose.
Incident Six
When we were living in Msida - 109 Conception Street - I noticed an empty
wrapper of sleeping tablets on the floor by the front door of our house, it
looked like the empty wrapper just fell in that position???
I asked my husband if the empty wrapper belongs to him and he denied all
knowledge of it, and it sure as hell wasn't mine, as I would rather stay up all
night than take those things. We were the only two in the house so I couldn't
understand it.
The next day Bradley cooked for me, as he usually does and then insisted

we go to bed earlier than usual, (straight after dinner), which was odd; I
crashed on the couch by accident next to him - it was Wednesday, late
afternoon. I woke up Friday at around lunchtime and thought I was going
crazy, until Bradley confirmed it was actually Friday. Bradley woke up hung-
over, with a hint of beer on his breath and I couldn't work it out. He told me
that I was going crazy and to this day, I still can't explain what happened.
I asked Bradley if he slipped me some sleeping pills so he could go out and
have some fun without raising suspicion and he denied all, again calling me
crazy. We'll I am not on anything, so what happened I asked him??? And he
said that he's got no idea what I am talking about, his favorite punchline
when playing the game of deny all!
I told Bradley that next time I am knocked out like this, I will not hesitate in
filing a police report, describing what just happened and he can then answer
to them; he said, good luck trying to get them to believe you!
And it happened again in the month of June, I was knocked out for 12 hours
and woke up with a splitting headache and bruises on my hips (that were
not there the night before); as if I’d been knocked around the room while
sleeping; again Bradley ‘had no idea what I was talking about’.
Incident Seven
Since 1am, I have noticed Bradley under the candle light making descreet
arrempts to slowly drag his phone under the covers and quickly retracts
when I look up, upon me hearing movement between the sheets - Bradley
posing to be asleep, but his mind was on his phone. Upon failing to
descreetly retrieve his phone from the bedside table, he begins tossing and
turning, as if I am disturbing his sleep, ensuring to disturb nanna and nannu
for back-up; and yet here I am sitting in the dark, barely moving and saying
absolutely nothing, with the screen light dimmed on my samsung tablet
dimmed to aprox 25per cent.
At approximately 2:20am I checked his phone screen for the correct time
and put the phone back down on top of his wallet and went to the toilet. I
heard Bradley desperately reaching for his phone, as I exited the bedroom
and thought, he too must be just checking the time.
When I returned at approximately 2.29am, his phone started vibrating and I
reached for his phone to keep it quiet, as I have sent him messages (that he
often receives late, not always when I send them); and one was sent by

mistake, as I was emailing practically in the dark.
As soon as Bradley saw me turn on the screen, he lunged at me to quickly
take the phone out of my hand but missed, he was not successful straight
away, which gave me cause for concern; the split-second time lag, gave me
the opportunity to briefly view his screen and that's when I saw the new
message with the words "I Love You Babe", that I did not send; and taking
offense, I quickly pressed delete.
Bradley aggressively rustled me on the bed for his phone back, hurting my
wrist in the process and then took the phone with him, clutching it tightly, to
the downstairs toilet, turning his back to me in the dark using his phone and
the toilet, within minutes of each other; the downstairs bathroom is very
narrow and only one person at a time fits facing the toilet and I am not taller
than him and therefore, could not see what he was doing on his phone.
When we returned back up to the bedroom, he was guarding his phone as if
his life depended on it; then because I refused to let him kick me out of the
room he said, "what are you doing, fucking can't sleep in peace around
here", acting like he is the one whose hard done by; and I whispered back to
him, "your the one talking not me" and further added, "what is wrong with
you Bradley?".
There have been other incidents like hair pulling and pushing and spitting in
my face, which at that point I retaliated but never ever hit him, I just spat
back; and yes all the emotional abuse as well, calling me every name under
the sun the minute he doesn’t get his way and depends on who’s listening
too.
One time he called me a whore all because I wanted to find internet access
at a local hotel to email complaints of Domestic Violence to the relevant
ministers, as nannu was restricting access (just before I got my Samsung
Device), and I told him that your whore is the girl breaking our marriage not
your wife!
The Last Straw
I regret to inform you that my husband and I are going through separation;
he has made every effort to push me away since his first interview with the
Ministry for Social Solidarity, for the LEAP Project, which he was certain to
be appointed for before his acceptance even came through. He told me that
this position was promised to him by a third party (whose identity he did not

disclose) and further mentioned that I was standing in his way of getting the
job; and therefore, he has to ‘get rid of me’ first. Of course this did not make
any sense until recently, when he went as far as to break my statue of The
Blessed Virgin Mary that I pray The Holy Rosary to each morning, as a
means of what he calls ‘getting rid of me’; which worked like a charm, it
compelled me to throw his bags out the front door last Tuesday on the 22nd
July, 2014.
Someone advised me to forgive him and in the spirit resolving the matter
peacefully, I met with him in person the following day and gave him till
Sunday 27th of July, 2014, to return back home to reconcile; which he failed
to do, as this job is obviously more important to him than our marriage.
TWO DAYS LATER ON THE 24TH JULY, 2014; BRADLEY GOT THE JOB
VIA EMAIL CONFIRMATION (from Antoinette.musu@gov.mt and
Stephen.c.vella@gov.mt and maria.rauch@gov.mt ) FOR THE LEAP
PROJECT – HE OBVIOUSLY KNEW SOMETHING THAT I DIDN’T!!!
I don’t know if you recall, however, Gozo Detectives had promised Bradley
to not only personally look after him but also to pull some strings and give
him job security on the condition that he ‘gets rid of me first’...; they also
promised to line him up with someone more suitable according to their
standards, as I was too old!!!
In December it all got too much for Bradley who tried to take his own life;
his family intent on blaming me, however, I was not in any way responsible
for this.
Just recently, Bradley went on to mention that the person who’s been lined
up for him will be working alongside him to ensure I am closed out of the
equation and this was, according to Bradley, what caused him to bestow so
much abuse on me to ensure separation on constructive grounds and not
because he doesn’t love me – he did in all fairness give me an apology for
this before leaving but of course I didn’t appreciate it.
Bradley has had control of my email account a.agius@live.com, for quite
some time (but not anymore I hope) and I have noticed since re-entering
my account with his permission that all the emails I have sent to Marisa and
everyone else at the Ministry of Social Solidarity (prior to his job
confirmation with the LEAP Project) complaining of Domestic Violence, have

been deleted during the time that Bradley has had control over this email
account, which belongs to me.
It is my understanding and also listed online that part of the
conditions for eligibility for The Leap Project was that the applicant
had to be of ‘good moral character’; (a) I believe domestic violence is
against the law and (b) I also believe that since The Roman Catholic Religion
is Malta’s Religion, that any religious insults against our religion would not
be deemed of good moral character, especially where there is property
damage to my Most Loved Adored statue of The Blessed Virgin Mary; where
a police report against Bradley for such behaviors has been filed.
IN TERMS OF POILICE CORRUPTION
Australia
In Western Australia, I got acquainted with a man called Jasper Singh, via
my daughter’s work place, who was from India on a work visa and desperate
for Australian Citizenship; with his work visa about to expire. Jasper
surprisingly declared his love for me within a few weeks of meeting, which I
didn’t take too seriously a apparently he was talking to all the Australian
girls the same way hoping on would agree to be his wife. I didn’t love him
and made no secret of it and the therefore, Jasper thought he’d secure this
opportunity by bribing me into marriage with an engagement ring to the
value of $10000; which after briefly entertaining the idea, I declined.
Soon after, my identification went missing while in his care; my stamped
passport application, driver’s license, bank card and concurrent statements
and a letter with my signature on it addressed to the Australian Immigration
Office complaining of the pressure jasper is placing on my to marry him.
His house mate later informed me that detectives had paid jasper a visit in
my absence offering their services behind the scenes and further pre-warned
me that all my identification that went missing is enough to enable someone
to impersonate me and marry jasper into the country based on a bribe;
misusing my identity in my absence and that detectives would affectively
silence me via the mental health system – who would believe me then?

I didn’t really know how to take him and initially laughed it off, which
offended him, as I thought to myself, what cop would want to risk that?
Everyone knows what Australian’s will do to a member of the most hated
force in the country, a cop – a cop in Australia would be lucky to come out of
jail alive. Jasper and his house mate also ceased their friendship after that
and my son seemed to think it was because there was some truth to what
Jasper’s house mate was saying.
I stopped talking to Jasper and moved to Sydney with my children and then
to New Zealand for a holiday; however my daughter Kristen kept in touch
with Jasper via Facebook. Soon after arriving in New Zealand, my daughter
Kristen had informed me that Jasper got his permanency and will soon be
eligible for Australian Citizenship; Jasper couldn’t for the life of him pass that
test into the country how the hell did he get this far, anything is possible I
thought to myself and moved on.
2012
I arrived in Malta on the 26th of December, 2012 and wasted no time in
filing for Citizenship on the 28th of December, two days later, as dual
citizenship was my entitlement. The very next day my auntie whom I was
staying with, received a phone call from my mother; and don’t ask me how
on earth my mother found out. I overheard the conversation in Maltese and
my mother was furious that I was in Malta and even more angry because I
was staying with her sister. My mother held my auntie on the phone for a
very long time, running me down and further discouraging her support or
anybody else's for that matter. Over the telephone, my mother stated that I
was mentally ill and considered a danger to the community and went on and
on… three weeks later I was out on my ass, taking to the streets of Malta.
This street life was a first time for me and trying hard to survive in a country
that is not yet yours was very diffiecult; however, it was better than
returning back to my country!
It was winter, I went hungry, slept in the rain and was raped; and
the worst part about it is that I COULDN’T EVEN GO TO THE POLICE,
as I was not yet a citizen and did not want to run the risk of being
ordered to return home when you consider what I had experienced
there in the hands of police corruption, among other things!
While on the streets of Malta, my uncle saw the poor condition I was in, as
he was driving past and approached me. He mentioned that The Australian
Federal Police has made contact with the Maltese Authorities and are
spreading some pretty serious and concerning information about me; and
that when it comes to children’s welfare issues, Malta takes it very seriously.

I was very surprised mainly because I left the country on a clean passport
and it is my understanding that without a warrant, they had no right to
come this far. After explaining that to my uncle, I went on to remind him of
my experiences with corrupt authorities in Australia, in particular the level of
Police Corruption that I have subjected to for so long.
In relation to my children, I did not deny smacking them but absolutely
denied assaulting them, which constitutes abuse; which to this day there is
still no evidence for except for what Matthew falsified in writing; I further
explained the clear difference between discipline and abuse. My uncle said
his hands were tied!
My citizenship was granted on 1 March, 2013 – before I met my
husband!
Before leaving my auntie’s house back in January, I found an email that was
saved on her desktop computer and it was from my brother Matthew and
based on (mostly) a bundle of lies; I could not believe my eyes. After I saw
that email, I realized that it wasn’t my auntie’s fault nor any of my uncles
nor anyone else’s for that matter, (as after reading it myself) it was evident
that they were all kept in the dark, treated like idiots and fed bullshit like
mushrooms; I seriously didn’t blame anyone for judging me after that BUT
IT CERTAINLY WASN’T FAIR.
2013 - GOZO DETECTIVES
My husband and I decided to set up camp at the back of the ‘Ta Pinu
Church’; a small tent with a single mattress beneath it for us to share. This
was intended as a temporary measure until we found work and could afford
suitable accommodation, to obviously distance ourselves from certain family
members (and I am not referring to everyone), who did not approve of our
relationship, causing us discord.
We both understood that we were taking a risk in GOZO but that did not
constitute police corruption; however, it was important for our peace of
mind.
Our first two weeks in Gozo were almost blissful in terms of getting along, as
for the first time in a long time, there was nobody standing in our way or
getting in the middle of us – and what a difference it made to our ability to
relate and get along. Our struggles were mainly to find food and suitable
water to drink and HATS OFF THE LOCALS who never failed to give us hot
coffee with biscuits and bottles of water, upon knocking on their door;
something I thought only happens in Australia.
After moving around the island to find work opportunities we were told of a
local bakery who often disposes of good bread they don’t sell; who gave us
consent to collect their left over’s twice a week. Well you can only imagine
how much bread we scoffed in our mouths during our first take-in and then

we portioned ourselves once we realized that we were not going to go
hungry; and it wasn’t just bread we ate, there were prickly pears and
melons from open fields that my husband hunted for us to eat with his army
knife (LOL) – ‘Oh” they had plenty of them and I don’t think they really
minded all that much, they were a very accommodating community. I began
asking around for a roof over our heads – you know, me and my big mouth
– and judging by my conversation with one of the sweetest old ladies in
town, I believe we were on the verge of negotiating accommodation, until
such time we found work; put it this way, she was very interested in helping
us out and was going to get back to us very soon.
The very next day while making our way on foot to collect bread from the
bakery – at approximately 7pm – two cars cornered us in the middle of the
streets and five detectives jumped out at us… They searched my husband
and forced him to empty his pockets. I repeatedly explained that we were
only on the way to the bakery to collect bread, which was just around the
corner; they ordered us in the car and then escorted us to the Victoria Police
Station. One of the detectives who was sitting next to me up against the
side door in the back seat, pulled out a cigarette and tried to light it; I asked
him not to light it in the car while I am in it and he laughed it off and put it
away making fun of me. When we arrived at the station I was ordered to
remain at reception under the strict guard of the officers on duty and my
husband and I were immediately separated. He was taken in the back room
for interrogation. I repeatedly requested to go in with him because he
seemed to be pancaking in the back of the car on the way to the station and
I was naturally concerned. The police officer said ‘NO’, you will go in there
when I tell you to go in there; I realized that she was just taking orders from
detectives and I didn’t really blame her in a sense, as she didn’t know the
situation in full and probably just trying to do her job.
Soon after she brought in gloves to search me; I started emptying the
contents from my bag where I standing, near the bar fridge. I tipped my
little red bag upside down to show the officers at the counter that I had
nothing to hide and by accident, most of the contents fell on the floor to the
side of the fridge. As I bent down to try and retrieve them, I was called into
the back room to accompany my husband – approximately one hour later.
My husband looked like he’s just been through a spin cycle in tumble
dryer;;; while detectives continued the interrogation, I immediately took
over the conversation in my husband’s defense and answered to all four of
them without any help from anyone, as I could see my husband Bradley,
was struggling.
They demanded to see a marriage certificate there and then at eight o’clock
in the evening, to enable us to be in the same room during questioning.
They told us that homelessness is illegal and they cannot allow us to
continue in Gozo…; and without a marriage certificate they cannot guarantee

we’ll stay together. I reminded them that at that hour they were being very
unreasonable with regards to their request for evidence of marriage!
Detectives then turned their attention to my husband and I was holding the
fort for us both and began to question him, requesting he makes decisions
on our behalf with regards to our situation in Gozo.
I could see that my husband was under enormous pressure, with all four
detectives asking him at once the same questions; and again in his defense,
I interrupted the conversation and tried to explain to detectives on civil
terms that we have made a mutual decision to reside in Gozo because of
problems with certain family members who have not accepting me into their
family unit. Then they started talking amongst themselves in Maltese
involving the female police officer, who entered the room later on and to my
surprise, both my husband and I heard them saying that I’ve got my
husband like a poodle on a leash… because I took the lead in answering to
their unreasonable demands. I immediately jumped in and corrected them at
once and then of course, I was verbally attacked by all four detectives using
this as a method to again separate me from my husband; they ordered the
female police officer to escort me to front of the station in the room near
reception where I am effectively isolated from my husband.
I waited patiently for approximately three hours under the strict guard of
police officers who were not giving me any answers under the instruction of
detectives. I then reminded the police officer that she is denying me the
right to speak with my husband and boy, DID THAT CAUSE A STIR; she
started yelling at me making a scene forcing detectives to come running out
of the back room and it was stacks on Anna (metaphorically speaking)!
The detective wasted no time in ordering me to the hospital for an
assessment and of course I did not comply, as I did not deem it necessary –
I only asked to speak to my husband, that all. They called an ambulance
who took me to the hospital; I was seen by a doctor who after a few minutes
discharged me with no concerns lingering. Detectives from behind the
curtain were arguing their point quite strongly, but this doctor did his job
well and sent me home. He brought in the document that clearly stated my
position and that there were no further concerns and when I asked for a
copy of it, detectives ordered the nurse (who initially said I could have one)
not to hand it to me out under any circumstances. I guess it was a slap in
the face for them and it’s about time they got one!
Five hours later, back at the station detectives had informed me that my
husband does not want to speak with me anymore and that they will be
organizing his return to Malta without me; his father was called to collect
him. I certainly was not going to take them speaking on his behalf and
insisted to speak with my husband first before he leaves; and should it be
his will, I will quietly let him go home to his parents. His mother does not

allow me in their family home and that would mean I would effectively be
prevented from speaking with my husband again (it’s fair to say). Bradley’s
father arrived and I was immediately secluded to the front room. Peeking
through the gaps of the police officer’s arms I saw my husband come out of
the back room. I approached him in a rush with the police on guard and
asked him to give me a straight answer, as to whether he wants me to
return to Malta with him or not. He looked at the detectives for approval first
(who were quite pleased with themselves) and failed to answer me. I turned
his attention back onto me and asked him for the last time the same
question. My husband held my hand and said ‘yes I want to go back to Malta
together but how are we going to do this?’ I told reminded my husband in
the presence of his father and officers who were keeping me under their
tight guard, that his is a grown man and old enough to make his own
decisions in relation to who he wants to be with; which caused a stir among
detectives who then went on to accuse me of putting words in his mouth – I
did not such thing! I turned to my father-in-law who was present and
pleaded with him to allow me in his car in order to return home with my
husband, who immediately turned his attention to detectives; detectives
advising him against allowing me in his car, putting the poor man under
enormous pressure to comply to their unreasonable demands.
As I made a second attempt to seek my father-in-law for permission to enter
his car, detectives isolated me into the front room and shut the door behind
them. I was told that I was under arrest and that anything I say or do will be
held against me… They repeatedly asked me if my husband knows
everything about my past and I told them, using the broken record
technique that ‘my husband and I have no secrets, even before marriage’. I
asked for a legal representative and was ignored. While I was distracted in
the front room behind a closed door that was tightly guarded by police, I
heard a car door and my husband’s voice from a distance although I could
not quite make out what he was saying. I ran to the window, climbed up on
the ledge (as I was too small to see out just by standing on the floor) and
noticed my husband being forced into the car like a six year old kid not
wanting to comply. I was yelling out at the top of my lungs in hope that my
husband would hear me, ‘Bradley, please stay… Bradley, please stay…
Bradley, please stay’.
The officer told me to shut up and pulled me off the ledge and I kept yelling
over the top of her instruction in pure frustration, as I was detained against
my will.
Then it all went quiet and I knew my husband was on his way to the Gozo
Ferries Port (‘the Port’) to return back to Malta in my father-in-law’s car.
Detectives were quite pleased with themselves and in an arrogant tone of
voice, they opened the door to let me out. I pushed passed the female police
officer by accident and in a panic, as I rushed out of the Victoria police

station front door and ran as fast as I possibly could heading to ‘the Port’. I
knew I was not going to make it on foot no matter how fast I ran as it was
nearly two hours away on foot (that’s if you’re just walking); although I was
a long distance runner in my youth and a school sports champion, I knew I
was not going to make this in time just by running. It was 1:00am (13:00),
raining and no one in the streets. I took my shoes off (holding them in my
hand) to gain pace and ran with my socks in the pouring rain, everything
was getting wet. I looked up to the night sky with tears running from my
eyes and yelled out to GOD, saying ‘please God help me, please don’t take
my husband from me as well, you’ve already taken everything else that I
love, please God, please help me I LOVE YOU’. And then out the blue a four
wheel drives comes my way with three in the car, a man, his women and a
dog in the back. I jumped out onto the middle of the road right in front of
this car wavering my hands in the air forcing him to come to a halt. I
assured him that I was not on drugs nor armed. At that point, I would rather
have gotten run over and killed than leave my husband behind, so as you
can imagine I had to take my chances for whatever it was worth. The driver
of the car wound down his window and I pleaded with him to take me to ‘the
port’ as a matter of urgency to meet up with my husband in time before he
leaves for Malta without me. He hesitated and rightfully so, I can only
imagine what I looked like at the time, but then gave his consent on the
condition that I’d sit with his dog at the back; I told him ‘at this point, I’d be
happy to hang on to the back of his vehicle if it meant I was going to get to
my husband in time. On the way and in the pouring rain, I noticed detectives
trailing behind, following us closely every step of the way. I asked the driver
to go faster who asked me if I know the people in the car behind us. I said,
‘no, just some crazy idiots I guess’. I asked him again to step on the pedal
and he looked to his girlfriend for approval, who gave the nod (God bless
them both) and off we went. We almost ran a red light and passed my
father-in-law’s car as we were approaching ‘the port’ and seeing my husband
sitting in the front seat brought me to tears. I ordered the driver to park in
front of my father-in-law’s car to block him from going any further and as
soon as the driver stopped, I ran out towards the passenger’s door (where
my husband was sitting) and opened it and grabbed my husband’s hand; I
was shaking in distress, cold, wet and obviously crying. My husband started
crying also and pleaded with his father to let me in so we can return to Malta
together; but within minutes detectives rolled up in their car alongside us
discouraging my father-in-law from letting me in and that if he does, he will
then be held accountable for us… While this conversation was taking place,
my mother-in-law whom I have no relationship with was on speaker phone
in the car, listening to it all and giving her instructions, demanding
documents. My father-in-law was under enormous pressure but I knew that
God is more powerful than corruption and finally after much negotiation, I

was allowed in the car and returned to Malta with my husband; detectives
said theis is not the end!
Detectives were forced to retreat back and as they began driving away, one
of them in the front seat stuck his middle finger at me and of course what do
you think I did – STUCK IT STRAIGHT BACK UP AT THEM WITH A SMILE and
a dried up tear in my eye.
When we returned to Malta, my husband alleged the following that happened
during his interrogation at the station by the GOZO Detectives:
 Australian's are doll bludgers and don't want to work...
 Don't get me pregnant or I will hit hard with maintenance (my ex-
partners had more to take than my husband and I never touched their
money, even though I was entitled to it - I had both father's
exempt...)
 Detectives claiming I was already married…
 Calling me a 'mignuna'...
 Further claiming that I was treating him like a poodle on a leash and
that if his wife dare treat him like that, he’s slap her in the face
Detectives recommended that my husband take a STD test for HIV
after sleeping with me
 …after 40 year old, women find it hard to conceive
 Detectives making fun of my CV that they had handy and told my
husband that I have a degree with the university of the streets AND
FINALLY - in abusing their power of position tried to bribe my husband
with JOB SECURITY should he comply with their wishes to leave me
and never speak to me again.
According to my husband turn of events, they also offered to take good care
of him, as a friend but not as long as he is married to me.
They not only broke the criminal code according to my understating of it but
also breeched The Police Act itself.., and of course what do you think
followed after that? (…it’s all in the book!)
We were denied an opportunity to speak directly with the police
commissioner of Malta (for whatever reason) and still waiting for an
appointment with him??? THERE IS NO EXCUICE GOOD ENOUGH FOR
ABUSE!
I think at this point it stands to reason that I would not only want to speak
with the Prime Minister himself, The Hon. Joseph Muscat but go public - our

PM who has wowed to not only enforce the Whistle Blowers Act but also to
protect those who come forward, I believe he will absolutely do this because
he has a genuine smile!
WHAT DO YOU THEIR BEHAVIOR DID TO OUR MARRIAGE THAT WAS
ALREADY SUBJECT TO DIVERSITY AND CRITIZISM?
We had a wildlife hero in Australia who said, ‘Evil flourishes when good men
do nothing’ – and it’s about time people find their voices and bloody ‘SPEAK
UP - it's not corruption that you should fear because that belongs to the
devil - Fear only God!
HIS MOTHER – A LETTER FROM MY HUSBAND
Bradley Agius
109 Conception Street
MSIDA
1/11/2014
Re: Confrontation at Paceville on 1/11/2014
To Whom It May Concern,
My wife and I visited the Millennium Chapel in Paceville on Saturday morning
the 11th of January for food donations which are handed out on a regular
basis. At the office of the said establishment there was a picture of me and
my wife with a note which said to call the police.
My wife dealt with this note by removing it, and we also informed the priest
in charge that there were no problems and that we had already contacted
my father via email.
We left the Millennium Chapel at about 12:30pm with a box of food and
where walking on our way home, when we were confronted by my mother,
who was being followed by my dad and my sister.
My mother started screaming from the other end of the road and started
being abusive towards my wife; she also grabbed a hold of me and refused
to let go. She threatened to call the police and sent my father to the police
station to get the cops.

At one point she became really aggressive and hit my wife in the face twice
(and later in the stomach); I had to jump in the middle to stop my mum
from hitting my wife once again.
My wife did not hit back, she did not raise her voice nor was she
abusive at any particular point.
My wife’s only request was that she wanted to speak with me for 2 minutes
however my mum did not grant this because she kept following and hanging
on to me even though I kept telling her to let go and leave me alone.
My mum kept insisting that both me and my wife follow her to the police
station. As soon as I left I had 2 boxes full of food and clothes and asked
him if I could just leave them at the station for a few hours but I was not
granted this either so I just left the police station with the boxes whilst my
family followed right after.
I was quite disappointed by the turn of events:
First of all I went in there willingly to make a report and I was treated like I
was treated like the one in the wrong.
Secondly I was detained in the police station agasint my will and when I
asked why I was not given a reason; this is a breach of my rights since if I
am under arrest I have the right to know the reason why.
To add insult to injury, I had handcuffs put on me even though I complied
with their unreasonable demands and I was not aggressive in any way
Finally I was told that I will be watched and they will keep an eye on me,
this is harassment since I have never been accused of committing a crime to
merit such behavior.
The University of Malta – Motivational Letter
First Preference
Course Name Bachelor of Laws (Honours) Course Start Date 1 October 2014
ToWhom It May Concern,
I would like to take this opportunity to apply for the above listed course with The
University of Malta, as per my online application for mature age entry.

It’s taken me years tofigure out what I want to do with my life; I was born into Domestic
Violence from the very start and at only twenty one, I was enduring divorce and custody
battles, as a result of marital violence fuelled by an alcoholic spouse.
I’ve spent sixteen years raising two children single handedly with limited support from
extended family members; and the past eighteen months fulfilling my travel dreams,
which resulted in a marriage to a local.
As a result of blowing the whistle on a police officer for sexual assault in Australia, I’ve
been subjected to in-conceivable levels of police corruption carried forward from place
to the next, sabotaging the opportunity for perfectly good relationships and the right to a
fair go; which throughout the years, has given me a VERY STRONG SENCE
FOR JUSTICE and intelligence training beyond my years.
As a result of my said experiences, I have represented myself in court dealing with
diverse areas of law, in particular, civil and criminal cases. This entailed intensive
research of the relevant act’s and the study of sections and sub-sections in preparation
for on-coming hearings; and furthermore, compiling and submitting (singlehandedly)
all documentation in due course directly with the courts. I’ve alsohad firsthand
experience in cross-examining a witness and from that very moment, my passion to
enter the legal arena was born.
By scanning through my attached CV, you will discover that I am currently establishing
a tell all website and a campaign (starting at a slow pace) to raise awareness of domestic
violence among other things, in hope to assist other’s suffering in silence; I am also
pursuing appointments with the relevant ministers of Malta in order to move forward.
I am very committed and hungry for the opportunity to be counted as a legal
representative with a country that is very close to my heart, to put all this experience to
good use for the mutual benefit.
Thank you, for your time and I look forward to the opportunity of an interview, to
further discuss my suitability for entry into The Bachelor of Laws commencing 1st
October, 2014.
Best Regards,
Ms Anne Agius (Gelicrisio)
Maltese ID Card: 225213L

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