Page 11 - 1. 2012 New 26-05-21 No Table

I have got told before, of people saying that everyone who looks into history will find a secret
sooner or later, the older nephew / or the son of the Mathiyalagan Markandu’s family, is that
portrayed dark secret. The guardians achieved this dark secret by saying lies on a numerous,
amount, off different occasions to me. They further together knew they were being deceitful
in doing so and in turn immorally declared wrongful truths to support their cover up against
what they imposed against my person. Together Mr Markandu Mathiyalagan and his wife
Revathy Mathiyalagan managed these lies to me by claiming the nephew - son never lived
with them, at 117 Burncroft Avenue, as did he, "the nephew / son and there lies were said and
then officially documented to help them evade justice.” The older Mathiyalagan Markandu’s
nephew son WHO IS NOW NAMED AS Kanathran Thevasara, himself claimed to me that
he lived in another flat supposedly to have got contained in the same block of flats as I live
within. When describing some more about where he had explained to me that he lived I
would say that the block of flat that we all reside in have two properties on each floor and is a
three-story high rise building without any rear exit to which Kanathran Thevasara explained
to me that he lives on the third floor. Each two flats sharing contained on the same landing
share a small hallway with both properties on the same floor having their front doors face one
and other and this prosiest with about an eight-foot gap between them. In the year of 2012
when the Markandu’s family moved into Burncroft Avenue, we never really saw each other
so to speak and get to no one and other but I suspected that he could see into my life and see
my good ambitions and hardworking commitments turning into a reality for me and the
people revolved around my life.

Chapter 16

Introducing the first time that I spoke to Mr. Markandu Mathiyalagan: --
For me to explain to any other person the first time that I did met the Mathiyalagan family,
so, to speak to each other I would explain on this day I was driving back home and just pulled
up in the Housing estates community car park car outside my flat. I remember parking on the
roadside bend what is just opposite the first car park in Burncroft Avenue Enfield, when after
parking and locking my central locking as I walked back into my home, I noticed a man
whom just moved into the flat above, the flat above I refer to is addressed 117 Burncroft
Avenue. He was being held by the collar of his own brown leather jacket, this was being done
by a person I do not have much contact with but do no I accept this person to be a long time
next door neighbour, on taking a more conclusive approach to the ongoing I found myself
presented within, the next-door neighbour wanted to punch the new neighbour Mathiyalagan
in the face for some reason not known to me. I knew this to be no business of my own, but
due to it being an issue on the estate, to where I live, I got involved in a civilized manner and
neutralize the problem, I clearly remember not asking the both of them what their issue (s)
was about and explained that the young gentlemen could not hit Mathiyalagan Markandu in
the face, the reason I gave was as he and his family were new residents moved into the same
bloke that I live in and he is also an adult to us both, in short we must respect our adults, the
young gentlemen followed my advice and then release him by the scruff of his collar, every
person then after continued along in their day and to my understanding with no other further
problems, I never did speak to Mathiyalagan Markandu until months later but if I was to
make an assumption I would say that if we did come across each other in the block we would
have spoken to each other just a little and also say hello to each other. The information I
have provided this far is too just to name a few of the people that made themselves, be
involved in my life, in a horrifying way.

Chapter 17