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If it goes without saying that whereas a nation is
accredited with an embassy in another nation there some kind
of spying will be committed, however it is not expected it
could lead to the murder of natives or tourists. In fact it
seems to me evident that the embassies of USA and Israel in
Vietnam are operating to this extent.
For instance I am taking my own case as evidence.
I am an Italian tourist who applied for a 3 months visa to
Vietnam and granted it. I entered Vietnam the 27th of
November 2010 from the land border Hekou. I arrived to Hanoi
the 29th and I went to The Drift Backpackers Hostel, 42
Truong Han Sieu St, where I lodged. I had got this direction
in a backpackers hostel in Nanning, China, where I had
lodged previously. In both hostels, that in Nanning and this
in Hanoi, are lodging a lot of American and Israeli
travelers that are coming in large numbers to China and
Vietnam, where they have guaranteed security, when otherwise
they find themselves less and less safe traveling in foreign
countries, because of the hostility that the policies of
their respective governments are increasingly creating in
the world. These American and Israeli visitors are lovely
people, as travelers and tourists commonly are, but among
them are moving and operating agents of the CIA and Mossad
disguised as travelers and tourists.
Before speaking about the situation in which I am finding
myself in these days in Vietnam, I will tell about my life,
to let understand why I may find myself in such a situation.
First of all I have to specify that I am, and I have always
been, a non-violent intellectual.
I was the leader of the Movement Mondo Beat (Milan, 1966/7)
from which La Contestazione was born and expanded, first to
Italy, then to France (La Contestation). Because of it the
Vatican, which controls the political life in Italy since
the end of second world war, tried to have me killed by the
hands of Italian and CIA agents in Marrakech in May 1968. I
have published a book about it, "Area di transito".
As I survived to that attempt against my life, I traveled 20
years around the world, supporting myself with my activity
of fine art painter. Back to Sicily, where I was born, I
started in 1987 a campaign for the civil wrights, which in
Sicily are dead letter, being the southern part of Italy
oppressed by the Vatican with a net of criminals, judges and
politicians. Off course the Vatican tried again to have me
killed, this time with the involvement of the Italian secret
services. I could escape from this second attempt against my
life when I reached Milan where I got protection from the
Partito Socialista Italiano, the time Bettino Craxi was its
leader. All the particulars of this second attempt against
my life are described in a complaint that I produced to the
Tribunal of Milan, which sent it to the Tribunal of Trapani
for competence, where it lies dismissed. However this
campaign for the civil wrights made me very famous, when I
appeared more than 50 times on TV at the "Maurizio
Costanzo Show", the most watched Italian talk show, where
I had the highest audience among more than twenty thousand
Italian and foreign guests that participated to that show in
a lapse of 25 years: consequently the Vatican had to suspend
the plans of my killing.
In September 2003 I published on the internet site of the
House Asefi-Terziaria of Milan an essay on the Vatican
titled "Baby Jesus wants me terrone"
http://www.melchiorre-mel-gerbino.com/Pagine/Baby_Jesus_wants_me_terrone.htm
The publisher Mr. Gianfranco Monti who had already edited my
novel "Area di transito" sent an e-mail of this essay to
2500 subscribers of his House, therefore heated debates
arose online and the daily contacts of the site tripled. The
debates were about the politics Pope Pius XII had stated
with post-Fascist Italy and about the death of Pope John
Paul I, presumably poisoned by the General of the Jesuits
Pedro Arrupe, as suddenly Mr. Gianfranco Monti was found
dead on the stairs of the house in Via Volta, in Milan,
where he owned an apartment. This unexpected death occurred
on the 8th of December 2003, less than three months after he
had published my essay.
In February 2004 I traveled to Kenya, where I converted to
Islam.
Back to my Sicilian hometown Calatafimi, I was subject to a
manhunt by coordinated Mafiosi, military corps (carabinieri)
and Mossad agents, that went on from the beginning of
September to the second half of October 2004, when
miraculously I could reach Paris.
In France I reported my case to the Police (37, Rue de
Nantes, Paris) on the 28th of October 2004. But the French
services didn't protect me, instead in June 2005 they were
ready to throw me out of a window at the 6th floor of the
Grand Hotel de l'Univers Nord, Paris, where I had my room.
Left all my goods in that room, I escaped from France and I
went to Switzerland. There I was communicating via internet
with functionaries of the Swiss Immigration (Mrs. Erika
Ramseyer) producing a complaint about what had happened to
me in Italy and France.
http://www.melchiorre-mel-gerbino.com/Pagine/The_Roman_dwarf_who_can%92t_rule_the_world_by_the_sword.htm
In the mean time I was asking political asylum at the
Embassy of Saudi Arabia in Bern. But the Swiss didn't help
me, nor the Saudi Arabia Embassy gave me any answer. In fact
during the 9 months of my stay in Switzerland CIA and Mossad
agents, with the cover of Swiss agents, tried to kidnap me
once in Lausanne and twice in Bern (extraordinary rendition)
and finally in this last city they tried to kill me with
their taser devices.
Left all my goods in the place where I was use to sleep, I
escaped from Bern and went to Copenhagen, where I lived from
the beginning of April 2006 to the beginning of March 2008.
At my arrival in Denmark I produced to the Danish Police
(Officer Jan Gregersen - Halmtorvet, 20 - Copenhagen ) the
same complaint I had produced to the Swiss Police, but I was
not protected in Denmark neither, instead I was continuously
hunted by Polish agents with taser cellular phones and taser
cameras and finally by the Danish agents themselves.
Left all my goods in the Hotel Garni, Vesterbrogate 75,
Copenhagen, where I had lodged more than a year, I escaped
from Denmark and went to Norway, where I asked protection at
the Rabita Islamiya, a Muslim cult place in Oslo, and there
finally I was quite safe for some time.
During that time, thanks to the assistance of a brother of
mine I sold my house and farm in Sicily. Then I went in
Pilgrimage to the Holy Sites of Islam (Hajj), at my
expenses, after which I decided to make a journey around the
world. In New Zealand and in 5 archipelagos of the South
Pacific I was not hunted, but in Africa, where I visited 10
nations, local agents tried to kill me with taser cellular
phones in Uganda, Rwanda and Tanzania. In Dubai local and
foreign agents, among them an Italian, tried to kill me by
every possible means. In Gran Canaria (Spain) they tried to
kill me as it is reported in this complaint
cuando el vaticano intent๓ hacer asesinar a melchiorre gerbino en gran canaria
Back to Norway, I asked political asylum in Oslo, but a
functionary advised me don't formalize the practice,
because they would refuse asylum and deport me to Italy: two
days later they assigned the Nobel Peace Price to Mr. Xiaobo
(inspired by the noble Norwegian tradition that dates back
to Mr. Quisling). After which I went to Japan, where I felt
safe, then to China, where I felt safe concerning the
Chinese services, however I was cautious because I had the
sensation that CIA and Mossad agents disguised as tourists
were moving among them, and finally I am here in Vietnam,
where CIA and Mossad agents have tried to kill me surely and
clearly.
The facts are recorded in succession.
Arriving at The Drift Hostel in Hanoi I had assigned a
sleeping place at the fifth floor of the building, in a
dormitory with 8 beds, of which 5 were already occupied. In
the same floor it was another dormitory that was closed for
lack of customers.
The 29th and 30th of November and the first and second of
December it was an alternation of travelers in my dormitory,
some leaving, some arriving, but all together the persons in
the dormitory were always in between 5 and 7. The morning of
the 3rd of December I went to the Italian Consulate in Hanoi
to ask for a new passport because the one I have is full of
stamps in all its pages. There I spent a lot of time. A
functionary explained he couldn't give me a new passport
the same day because he had to ask the authorization to the
Italian Consulate in Camberra, where my actual passport has
been delivered, then the functionary noted the pictures I
was producing for the new passport were not large enough,
therefore I had to go to a photographer to make other
pictures more conform to the task and when I went back with
the new pictures it goes without saying that I was observed
with vivid preoccupation by the Italian policeman
(carabiniere) at the door of the Consulate and by the
Vietnamese lady at the reception, that had been alarmed
because of my presence (since Mr. Massimo D'Alema, a
former communist now at the service of the Vatican, has been
assigned at the control of the Italian secrete services, the
electronic vibration of my passport produces alarm when it
is checked, as it was the passport of Mr. Bin Laden,
consequently where CIA and Mossad agents are, or local
agents with them connected, they move immediately trying to
kill me, for instance in special manners, i.e. trying with
taser devices, so one could think the old man had died
because of a concussion, or, better if possible, throwing me
out of a window, so one could think the old man had committed
suicide).
In fact, back from the Italian Consulate to my hostel, I
found the situation in my dormitory surprisingly chanced.
All people and packs had disappeared, only a bald gentleman,
in his late thirties, was lying in a bed at the unusual time
2 pm. Even stranger, let's say irrational, the other
dormitory in my floor had been open to lodge only a young
Asian traveler that had just arrived, when he could have
lodged in the same dormitory where myself and the bald
gentleman were staying. Because it is decided by God when we
have to die, that same day around midnight I woke up when a
mosquito was biting me, then, to protect myself, I covered
my body with a sheet and I rolled a beach robe around my
head. The irritation I was suffering because of the mosquito
biting was acute and I couldn't sleep at once, so I was
lying awake, when suddenly a new customer entered the
dormitory very smoothly, he addressed a few words with a
very low voice to the bald gentleman and occupied the bed in
front of mine. He was in his early thirties and looked as a
Jew, as the bold gentleman did also. Believing I was
sleeping, the new arrived was looking in my direction with a
kind of unsympathetic attention, when I could see his face
and he couldn't see mine because I had my head rolled in
the beach robe. He had brought in the room a very small
backpack and a solid case, red color, that he laid down the
floor and opened, from which he extracted a cellular phone:
then I went up, quickly I dressed myself and having caught
the elevator I descended at the reception hall where I staid
between 1 and 5 am of that 4th of December.
At 5 am I went up to my dormitory and bed, where I laid as before, i.e.
with my body covered by the sheet and my head rolled in the
beach robe. I wanted be sure the two gentlemen with whose I
was sharing the dormitory were really two agents after me,
so I didn't sleep, but I simulated as I was.
The one with the cellular phone, had set it on a side of his
pillow and was really sleeping when I went back to my bed,
but the bald gentleman, that was not sleeping, woke him up
with a telephone call when he believed that I was. As the
other woke up, he looked in my direction for some time, but
he didn't take any action, then he fell asleep again.
After half hour the bald gentleman woke him up again with
another telephone call and this time the other went up with
the cellular phone in his hand, then I went up also, moving
apart from him when he was trying to kick me and letting him
understand that I had understood I went first to the toilet,
then to the shower, both facilities being incorporated in
the dormitory. At this point I was sure the two wouldn't
take any more action against me, because they were sent to
kill me silently with a taser cellular phone and not by
throwing me out of the window. In fact I heard the bald
gentleman leaving the dormitory and taking the elevator and
when I went back from the shower to the dormitory the one
with the taser cellular phone was simulating as he was
sleeping deeply, the taser device having disappeared. After
which I took my goods out from the dormitory to a sofa close
to the elevator where I packed them, going in and out from
the dormitory several times in a very noisy manner.
When I was ready I went with my backpack to the 8th floor of
the building where I left it in a box room, then down to the
reception hall where I left my laptop and there I waited
until 8 am when I boarded a coach, that I had booked the day
before, to move in direction of Halong Bay where I am now,
lodging in a hotel owned by the state, to be safe.
Conclusions:
1 - Because it is unthinkable that a CIA or Mossad agent
enters Vietnam with a taser device in his luggage, it goes
without saying that the taser cellular phone was furnished
by the American or Israeli embassy in Hanoi, and in fact the
red case that contained it looked diplomatic.
2 - Because it is impossible that this attempt against my
life could be organized without the support of some employee
of The Drift Hostel, it would be particularly interesting to
check the activity of those non Vietnamese clerks attending
customers at the reception and of course to check the
identity of those two gentlemen that were sharing the
dormitory with me (if ever they were registered!).
3 - Because I am sure that the Vietnamese services are not
involved at all in this attempt against my life, which in
fact didn't materialize after I entered Vietnam, but a
week later, i.e. after I entered the Italian Consulate in Hanoi,
I am asking the Vietnamese Authorities to protect me during
the time of my stay in the Country.
4 - Finally, I make the present complaint public, hoping
some nation will grant me political asylum.
