Exodus | It has been over a month since I last updated this blog with the goings on my reality. Let me start off by saying that as I write this post, I am in a good space… No, I am in a fantastic space. Life could not be better for my family and I right now. I honestly do not recall a time in my life when I was this happy, content, secure and living in abundance on all levels. You see, life in contrast is a beautiful thing, and it is when we go through some of the darkest periods of our life, that we so appreciate the light at the end of the tunnel.
I never regret leaving Holland and moving to the Algarve, but the move here has been somewhat challenging, with the last year and a half especially due to various hectic circumstances in the wake of Covidity adding to the complications, and resulting in further stress and difficulty whilst attempting to settle in a foreign country with a foreign language.
For those who have followed my journey via my various online posts which have chronicled the extreme circumstances of my living situation, you will know some of the hectic drama I have been subjected to. We did eventually manage to relocate from our previous residence to a lovely modest villa with a garden for my Kitty children, and it is even closer the beach than the cursed apartment in Monte Dourado, where we had suffered so unfortunately at the hands of the management company Inter-Real, and the property owner Evelyn Simon.
After being attacked, assaulted and injured in the Monte Dourado apartment, in the middle of the night by a gang of 6 thugs paid to intimidate and harass us by Inter-Real under instruction from Evelyn Simon, which was orchestrated with the specific purposes of intimidating us to leave the property, we began the process of moving our possessions slowly across to our new home which belongs to a friend of ours, and who kindly let us move across slowly to minimise the stressful impact of our situation following on from the attack. The really ironic thing is, we had already made arrangements to relocate to our new premises prior to the orchestrated attack, and if Evelyn Simon / Inter-Real had just bothered to try to communicate with us in a nice way, they would have been informed of the situation, and it would not have been necessary for them to further put themselves in a situation where they have had further criminal charges added to their wrap sheet. We had always intended to move at the beginning of May 2021, as May is a special month for us, as I celebrate my birthday and our 20th Wedding Anniversary, and we did not want to be in the grips of these toxic people and the toxic situation they had created for us.
The final kicker, and really, to add insult to injury, following on from the orchestrated attack on us, Inter-Real changed the access code for the apartment block / building, and refused to give it to us whilst we still lived there. That meant that someone always had to be inside the apartment to let people in to the building. I became a prisoner for the last three weeks of living in that apartment, and it made moving particularly difficult. The true sickness of this is that Evelyn Simon and Inter-Real were so desperate to get rid of us that they hired a gang of thugs to attack us in our sleep in the middle of the night in order to intimidate us into leaving, but they made leaving even more difficult than it needed to be. Fortunately we have a good relationship with some of people who own properties in this apartment block, and they gave us the new code to the building without hesitation and in complete disgust for Inter-Real and their behaviour. In fact, the owner of Inter-Real, Mino Perdigao A. K. A. “The Poison Dwarf” (a nickname I have heard repeated by many a Carvoeiro resident) saw my husband from across the street, (where she where she was berating the painter in her usual abusive manner) and near enough ran into oncoming traffic to see if my husband was entering the building using the new entrance code, which clearly she did not want us to have. Mino Perdigao, A. K. A. “The Poison Dwarf” then sat in her black BMW for some time watching the door to see if we were accessing the building with the entrance code, and we even filmed her doing it. Once she realised that we now had evidence of her stalking us, the next day Mino Perdigao got another member of her abused staff to sit in a grey vehicle across the road, all day for several days, watching us come in and out the building, recording and monitoring our movements… Such a desperate act, and for what purpose? For pure intimidation purposes by means of psychological harassment. The Poison Dwarf’s behaviour and actions were as sad and desperate as she is.
It was interesting to learn through this entire process, just how despised Mino Perdigao and her company Inter-Real are in the community of Carvoeiro. Inter-Real manages many apartment blocks and properties in the neighbourhood, and have been running now for 25 years. Their 25 year reign of terror has left a long list of victims and very unhappy people who have been all too keen to share their horror stories which they shared with us. I have learned that Mino Perdigao’s clients all hate her, and nobody I spoke to about our situation has had anything but contempt to utter about this lady and her company. Many of these people I spoke with still have property or dealings with Inter-Real, and thus I shall not share their stories our of respect for these people, but there are plenty who have suffered at the hand of Mino Perdigao and her company Inter-Real.
I even have accounts from former employees about the abusive, dangerous, toxic and narcissistic behaviour of this woman, which is why she has such a high turn over of employees. The cleaners that work for Inter-Real are petrified of Mino Perdigao. What was also interesting to note whilst dealing with the GNR (Portuguese Military Police) during our process of reporting the crimes perpetrated against us by Mino Perdigao and her company Inter-Real, is just how aware the GNR were / are of the problem that this woman is or has been in the local community over the years. When we reported the attack on us to the GNR, they asked who the management company was, and it was interesting to note the discussion and body language that went on between the various attending GNR taking our statement. The moment we mentioned Inter-Real, the one GNR officer rolled his eyes and shook his head, as if to indicate that he was well aware of the despicable behaviour of rather toxic property management company and its owner. We got the impression that this was just one of many case reports that had been made to the GNR over the 25 year period that Inter-Real had been operating in the neighbourhood.
We have now systematically disentangled ourselves from the toxic entities and people who latched onto us and created problems for us, directly and indirectly though the people they connected us to, for indeed, from rotten roots comes rotten fruits, and oh boy have we paid the price for opening our heart space to the wrong sort of people, most of whom have used us and gotten us into some pretty sticky situations as a result of our entanglement with such soul sick, bottom feeding lowlifes, and our time at Monte Dourado (a complex in Carvoeiro managed by Inter-Real) was one such cosmic gauntlet of utter hell which resulted from mixing with the wrong sort. We are presently awaiting a court due to the criminal charges against Inter-Real and Evelyn Simon, so this saga is far from over, and we look forward to our day in court.
When we first moved to the Algarve, I totally dropped my guard and opened myself up to everything and everyone. I do not know why I thought that people here would be any different from people in any other part of the world we had lived, but something about the sunshine and all the beautiful scenery gave me the misguided impression that the people who reside here, be they local or expats, would also all be beautiful and happy, but I was wrong. I learned that if the grass seems greener on the other side, that is because there is more shit there. I have however learned a valuable lesson: It is okay to have high standards.
Having grown up in a wealthy home, I was always put off by the fact that my family were rather snobbish. I was always put off by my Mother’s sneer or indifference at people who did not have money, and her disregard for people who exhibited what she termed as “low class behaviour”, or who were “unrefined” or “cheap”. This is the typical mindset of the wealthy white privilege South African elitist. Being part of the Rainbow Nation generation, I was more open minded and open hearted to people who had suffered poverty and deprivation, and perhaps, did not have as much of a refined upbringing as I had had. I embraced people on a deeper level, not for their material superficialities, but for the soul inside. I always tried to be different to the snotty mind set of the white privilege I had experienced in my youth, more open minded, and indeed, more open hearted and less judgemental in general to people of all backgrounds and cultures, hence why I have enjoyed the experience of travelling and living in many different countries. However, the idealism of my youth has dwindled with age, not because I have become more judgemental and snobbish, but because the world has changed and so have the people. The proportion of unkind, toxic, narcissistic people has exponentially sky-rocketed. The reality we are now faced with is that the vast majority of people out there are utterly damaged due to the horrors of the world we now live in, and the majority of people are suffering some form of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and as a result, they project that ugliness and violence onto others in their attempts to self soothe. It is a rare few that have not been impacted physically and psychologically by the zeitgeist of our present time.
Fortunately, all is well with us and we are now in a very good space, and nobody and nothing can affect that. We have grown so strong through adversity, and thus, I am in a way grateful to those who have attempted to cause us loss or harm. Clearly they underestimated our intelligence, our strength, our resolve and our resilience. As they say, “what does not kill you makes you stronger”, and we have come out the other side of all of this, stronger, wiser and better people… And for that, I am eternally grateful to those who have presented us with challenges. You have made us better people at the end of this all.
Thank you for contributing to our growth.
Peace Love Unity Respect
Mel Ve
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