EMANUEL ADIMIKETAKIS, REMAX (RED WHITE AND BLUE)TAPIERO, MARZELLA AND EMILIA MAFFEI INVOLVED IN DISCRIMINATION AGAINST THE DISABLED, FALSE ABDUCTIONS TO PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITALS; FALSE CHARTS ORGANIZED FOR CHASE AND ITS CONTACTS WITH CREEDMOOR (A LONG TERM FACILITY), THE 111 PRECINCT LIKE CROWN AND GRANELLE AND OTHER LOCALSINVOLVED IN FORECLOSURE AND REAL ESTATE "THEFT" OF HOUSES FOR CONFEDERATE NAZI TAKE OVER OF THE UNTED STATES.

11:00am. I go downstairs, and my mother is shouting in Italian on the phone some comments on psychiatric disability. She stop s the conversation when she sees me, telling her interlocutor that I was there. She tells me that she was speaking to Mr. Adimiketakis, and that he told her about this blog. She shouted that she would arrange for me to be put into a psychitatric hospital. I tried making a phone call to Mr. Adimiketakis to verify this information, since discussing my blog with my mother (I'm 53 years old) seemed outlandishly outrageous, let alone illegal.

1) My mother pulls the telephone line out of the wall, and seizes the wire, pulling the telephone away from me. I ask her calmly to let me make a telephone call to Mr. Adimiketakis, she refuses and holds on to the telephone. I do not pull or tug at the phone, also not to damage it. I rest it on the chair.

2) My mother assaults me, spitting in my face. As I see her coming near, I back away, not to get hit bu sputum and manage to do so. I do not react.

3)I ask her again to let me make the telephone call. She refuses.

4)I leave the house.

5) I try to access public phones in the area.One on 195th and Northern is out of commission.

6) I enter Patron restaurant across the street,on the northern side of northern. I ask a man in the restaurant if the establishment has a public telephone, he says no. He resembles the Tapiero.

7)I use a public telephone on the northern side of Northern boulevard,by some Korean restaurants, and dial 718.757.6345. Mr. Adimiketakis answers, and claims he can't hear what I say. I don't shout, and push the volume buttom. He still claims he can't hear. His voice is clear and mid range on his side of the line. I interrupt the conversation after the repeated claim he cannot hear. This is contractual and also used operationally by 911 when they accumulate as a One Race Nazi Confederate slavist team, usually African American, women in their thirties, ethnic accent, not regional.

8)11:40AM. I access Fresco Bar. There are Adimiketakis spies there who arrange a contract on my nationality,Italian, on my name,Alexandra, and for Queens College, my school, which I attended before it turned Nazi. After I call Adimiketakis on the cafe's telephone I asked them if they would like to witness I had. They said I had just walked in off the streets, implying I was making an illegal arrangement. I spoke to Mr. Adimiketakis, who interrupted me constantly saying I was upset about real estate arrangements. I asked him to stop interrupting me many times, and he did not. I was only able to say that I was calling in reference to his conversation in Italian with my mother earlier this morning, and that he knew about something that concerned only me, not my mother, meaning the blog. I also confronted him with my mother's threats to arrange for a psychiatric abduction.At that point,repeatedly, he started shouting that he worked for his family,meaning he had confederate slavist ties as well. He denied calling my mother. I said I would sue for discrimination against disabilities, and for else. In the past,Mr. Adimiketakis also said that Jews were "filthy". Since he would not let me talk, I interrupted the call.

9) Saint Nicholas arranged for an organizational attempt by Adimiketakis to cover up for my mother's locking my door, blaming me for it, so that after I called the locksmith,she would not only charge me for it but ask me for the key so it wouldn't happen again. He wanted her to secure the key so he and she could arrange for abductions to psychiatric hospitals based on false reports by using the key to let police officers in the premises to do just that. She does not have the key, no one does, except for me.

10)Before I left the house, my mother threatened to break my computer, and threw it on the floor.She destroyed my photography studio as well, selling my equipment for Gonzales, and she interfered with my career extensively,to the point of interrupting my schooling and having me fired by establishing contacts with a co-worker, Caterina Bertolotto,which I had never provided to her to have me serve her in her old age, supposedly. She couldbe trying to"sell me" to a Nazi confederate prostitution ring her family collaborates with. I have no idea.She has made oblique references to it,but nothing extensive, so far. Her family, the Cavallo andTozzi Pane have interfered with me last night and this morning as well. Tozzi is claiming I'm a terrorist again, and claims she's involved in investigations concerning me. I have not spoken or seen her since the 1990's, and she is only a municipal police investigator assigned to Secondigliano, Napoli, an area I have never even visited. She claims I speak to her and other relatives on the phone. I do not, or have not and consider them andall thoseconnected to June Rossi estranged.I have done so for years, immediately after I had proof they organized criminally against me.

11) Yesterday I was followed by a Gonzales-Tapiero, Queens College contact to Manhattan. He contacted a Bruno-Carravetta-Pipia spy,also from Queens College,there to arrange against me. My mother had chased after me when I left the house without eating a banana to run errands. A man intercepted me.She made my name out loud,winked, and said I needed to go back in to eat. I refused to do so, saying I was leaving. I asked her to take the newspaper in the house, she said she would throw it out.I took it inside. I was intercepted in public transportation by a stylish woman in her late thrities, forties, claiming she would be me for my mother,a spy for Bruno Carravetta Gonzalesand the Tapiero, her relative exchanging worlds with another Gonzales at a stop I use in Manhattan. She was eating a banana, said I needed to do what my mother told me to do. She sat directly opposite me.

I'm still in the cafe' writing this.A red headed woman snapped a flash picture of me, the cafe' was accessed by a womanspeaking in a British accent,probably a Frank Marzella contact, calling the couter worker a whore.



So, backed by this fire,

my mother tried to spit in my face today.