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Go to my albums ( above link). I have published the least "grusome" forensic photos. Having a life-time experience, even academically, they are never "nice".
I have lost my baby to New Orleans' murder, Blanka's father and I, had been tortured for, then, 2.5 years trying to find at least one physician, who would'd told us what had happened to our baby within hours since we were with her when she was being admitted after midnight on June 24, 2007 to L.S.U. Hospital ( I was with them on the telephone, and spoke with Brandon Perez). Then, and finally they claimed EVERYTHING, when on October 29, 2009 my husband, Michal Flisiuk was burned to death in front of L.S.U. Hospital. The L.S.U. spokesman said to WWLTV "no comment", and I can tell you that only I can confirm the closure in the case of the murder of my family. Michal Flisiuk's horrific death ultimately proved and exposed the murderers.Shortly before my husband's death, he received a phone call; someone was asking for Brandon Perez. But I'll tell you about it in continiuos blog posts. This is just an introduction.
And I cannot get a Death Certificate, at least unheard of in Maine.

The complex Blog I am working on will be soon published. The important and bridging part will be audios and its transcripts, which will point to, prove, and clear all the bizarre inconsistiencies, mistreatment, and support the "chain of events".
This Blog however will never lose its power, nor will run out of substantial content.
Teresa Flisiuk

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By Blanka

Mother, If You Could See Me Now
If You could see me now
Could You figure out how
My smile, my shape, my gait, my brow
Have all gone down
Did they drown?
Am I unhappy?
Or was I once
Experiencing an ounce
Of what they call
Gladness, joy, happiness, escape
These feelings I cannot drape
Over my shoulders
Like a gilded cape
Am I the image that life raped?
Am I the one left all alone?
Heart torn up, mouth agape
And if they get me
(Already did)
Can I escape
Can I get rid
Of them around me
The [...] inside me
If you have to
Will you hide me?
Should you, though
I know I can’t
She shall walk in her own damned cant
Should I treasure, hide and gleam
Or teach and push and squeal and steam
Am I the mother or the daughter?
What lessons learned from
One or other?
Can I be one and not another?

Who Killed Blanka Peridot -Q&A