very cunningly,
as a "motor vehicle accident", when they, after they run after me,
into their hostel's big open entertainment hall, where the hostel's office staffs were allowing me
practising my singing, three days ago, (and which I, have entered, just,
for the first time, just, to test the acoustics, in this hall, for a moment, before continuing, further,
in my way, in to the city, to have, there, also, my lunch,)
and full of anger and hatreds, they started, surprisingly, aggressively, pointing at me,
their finger, and repeatedly confirming and saying to each other :"He is the one,,,!" "He must be the one...!",
(which has, naturally, terribly surprised me, and even scared me, at the same time,
as I was, still, not so famous, that the people would running after me, and pointing at me their finger,
like they use to do, in the ZOO, at some animal, and because apart from this, except from my sponsors
and a few people, which just, really, couldn’t care, about me, less, nobody, in Australia, even,
just knew me, at all, and nobody, except from the hostel’s office staffs, even, just knew about,
that I, even, just, moved, into this Westbridge Migrant Hostel, at all, as when I was getting this
opportunity, to move into this Westbridge Migrant Hostel, it was, already, end of that week, and my
decision, to move there, had to be made, this way, very fast, and apart from this, I, never-ever have seen
these people, in my entire life, before, so I thought, this way, they must have been the hostel's weekend
security guards, as they - this man and woman, in their 55+, were dressed, in blue-grey uniform like
trousers and shirts, without a jackets, as it was a very nice and warm sunny early afternoon.)
and to my great surprise, instead of coming to me, and telling me, what they wanted, they,
just, discussed something about me, terribly excited and angry, for a while, looking at me very angry,
and then, both of them, just, run out of this hall, again, so that I, terribly embarrassed,
not knowing what was going on, at all, immediately, left the hall, also, seeing them
shutting the widely open doors from their old car, parking near the entrance into this hall,
(probably left open, from their terrible excitement, when they have jumped out
of their car, after they, finally, heard me singing, in this hall, after probably sitting, in this their old car,
and waiting, for this moment, may be, already the second, or even the third day, until I would get
there, finally, practising my singing, so they would be able to find out, exactly, “which one, this,
exactly, was,
which they supposed to get rid of, and assassinate, immediately,) and then, they went into the
hostel's office building, while still, they were looking towards me terribly angry and aggressive, like
they would want to initiate some fight, which terribly scared me, not knowing in this hostel absolutely
anyone, at all, so I decided to leave the hostel, immediately, went for my wallet, into my little flat,
and then returned, the same way, heading out of the hostel to the oposite train station, when they, seeing me
leaving the hostel's area, have secretly followed
me, by their car, out of this their Westbridge Migrant Hostel, and using
their last chance to assassinating me that day,
they have intentionally
knocked me down,
right, in front
of this Westbridge Migrant Hostel, intentionally and purposely, from this reason,
staring strait into my eyes, malicioussly refused giving me way, on the marked pedestrian crossing,
after we both were getting our green signals,
at the same time, - I,
for the pedestrians, allowing me, to walk across the street, to get to the opposite
train station, and they, in the same time,
with me, their green signal, to turn right, into the main street - Christina Rd.,
from the Birmingham St,
starting, right, at the gates of this Westbridge Migrant Hostel, where we both,
the car and me, also, came from, when these perfectly functioning traffic lights,
have perfectly served,
them, to trigger their attempted murder, and
without these perfectly functioning traffic lights, which the Australian Police then,
immediately, criminally denied, they wouldn’t be able accomplishing this
their criminal terrorist attempted murder and assassination’s attempt, at all!
So that,
when they have hit me, by their car, I fell,
on my right knee and left elbow,
which have immediately,
severely fractured, together,
with my pelvis, into two pieces,
right, between my legs, when, I started to spinning
around, in the laying position, right, back towards the car's back wheels, when something,
without even, noticing it, just, cut the skin,
right, on the top of my head, which, together, with my terribly
painful - burning like scratches and bruises and lacerations
all over my whole body, started to bleeding, so that I was full of blood.
The severe impacts, severely injured, also my spine, in her lumbar,
thoracic and
cervical regions, so that I was verbally broken in half, and falling apart!
My severely fractured pelvis, right, between my legs
was constantly hopelessly falling apart, into two pieces, at my every attempt,
to stand up, from the ground, again. So that
I was absolutely unable, even, to move, anymore!
When the witnesses
, calling the police and the ambulance,
putted down the phone, we, all
of us,
could hear the alarms, from a police car and the fire-fighters being switched on,
just, around the corner, at the side of this
Westbridge Migrant Hostel, on the side road, right, in front of my hostel's little unit,
and coming, towards us.
When the
Australian Police arrived,
which didn’t take more that two minutes, the police man which arrived, surprisingly, just, alone, has
just, like an actor, in the theatre, immediately, after I gave him my hostel’s ID card, so he
wouldn’t make any mistakes, by writing down my name, correctly, intentionally and purposely, cunningly altered
my name, by reading it out load, in front of the all witnesses there, instead of Ludovit Bialon,
as Ludovit Bialow
the Royal children,
from, the baby girl, born, in 1540, which was my ancestor, and the "faire boyee", born in 1542,
had
to be concealed and hidden, before their own father King Henry VIII, and had to escape,
into the Hungarian-Austrian Monarchy, where these
my ancestors and all their children and their descendents,
since from this time - from 1542, until today, had to live hidden, and had to live,
as the common people, (but,
as you can see, still, not hidden enough...!)
and so, the Australian government
and her ruling regime, seeing that,
I, - the descendent,
from their King Henry VIII, was, now, allowing myself, to return back
to their English teritory, and was additionally already involved in the
process of obtaining this one of the Australia's
most prestigious and excellently paid employments,
with a possibility of getting, in a very prestigious position, due to my evidently
inherited singing talent, which exactly their King Henry, - my ancestral Grandfather,
in his time, was appreciating and loving so very much, and this
way, "it threatened", and it was absolutely clear, that this my English/German Royal
ancestry background would be, sooner,
or later revealed, and so to avoid this, to happen,
they have immediately ordered, to assassinating me, immediately,
without any delay, even, before the residents of this their Westbridge Migrant Hostel
would getting to know me, at all! Which then, also, just, three days, later,
their assassinators, backed up, by their Australian Police, have carried out,
on the 11th of October 1987, at 3:40PM, in
the last minute, before my escape,
