Showing posts with label Guardia Civil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Guardia Civil. Show all posts

Monday, November 16, 2009

Guardia

God Bless the Spanish system of protecting women! At least I am told that that is why the Guardia Civil are going out of their way to offer me protection after they ‘lost’ their prisoner, the guy who has now been found guilty in court of attempted murder.
This guy disappeared for 4 years. That is why the court case was only held earlier this year, only four and a half years after the event.
They phoned me Friday, but I was busy and couldn’t take the call. They sent the local policeman to my door instead, to instruct us to be on the lookout for their lost prisoner, who may or may not seek revenge on the woman who sent him down. i.e. - me.
Their timing is terrible, as they turned up again this morning while I was being robbed by the bank to offer me protection. I believe they were talking about making sure I have their number in case this guy showed up.
Yeah they are at least 20 minutes away. I am sure that will be a lot of help. If they are that worried, fit me up with video protection directly linked to the police station.
I do not expect to see this guy, but just in case I have issued a description to some friends locally, not that I really remember what he looks like, but there aren’t that many 5’2” swarthy Spanish looking guys around. Even here in Spain.
Well yeah there are thousands that fit that description, but not here in Relleu.
Miguel was a nutcase, in the worst possible way. He was probably psycho or schizo or whatever psychiatric label fits. He doesn’t belong in prison. He belongs in a high security mental hospital and they should throw away the key.
He will always be a danger to women, because despite being vertically challenged, he was a very good looking man and could be charming when he wanted to be.
Obviously when I gave evidence against him in court, via video-link and through an interpreter who didn’t understand my Scottish accent, I have failed to convey my fears about his mental stability. I might have done better without an interpreter. El es loco y muy peligroso, says so much more that what the interpreter interpreted. Or what I actually said in English. I was only asked to account facts, not opinions.
Don’t they employ their own psychiatrists? The man is mad!
I’m a bit worried in case the Guardia are being cautious with me because he maybe issued death threats against me in prison. They haven’t said. But they’ll be back later today so I’ll ask them then.

They didn’t come back. Probably they will come back when I am out, as usual.
For those of you who don’t know, Miguel is the Spaniard who I had the misfortune to have a brief affair with, who took his revenge when I dumped him in the most horrible way. He came to my door in the middle of the night, and battered the living daylights out of me before throwing me out of the window (a 20 foot fall to the ground) resulting in a broken back and neck, after which he stood over me for 5 hours and refused to call for help for me, even though I was obviously in pain and in dire need of medical attention.
Thanks entirely to the skill of the surgical staff in Villajoyosa Hospital, I am rebuilt with steel plates and pins and have full control of my body again.
I will always be eternally grateful to the Royal British Legion here in Spain who helped me out with the loan of a wheelchair when I couldn’t walk, despite the fact I have never been in the military services though my ex-husband was at one time.
Nowadays, I am more or less fine. To all potential employers out there, I can do a lot more things than I am supposed to be able to do. I can lift and haul and drag things up stairs, but don’t make it part of my job description. I will do these things to help out but I will always be in pain later, in private. I cannot sit in the same position for long either without having severe consequences later, but I could still do it, at a push, at least until the arthritis sets in, as it probably will do some day, but not yet.
So I guess I am still employable. Anyone looking for a worker?
How about PRISON WARDER! I’d do a better job of these numpties that let Miguel go free.