Soraya puede que sea el royal que más veces he visto, ella solía cenar en el restaurante enfrente del teatro des Champs Elysées, en la ave Montaigne. Lo de sus ojos es cierto, eran realmente electrizantes, su gesto muy dulce y amable, pero tenía todo el look de las libanesas ricas. (No lo digo peyorativamente, es que es todo un look)

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Se hacía llamar "H.I.R.H princess Liala Fuad", DUQUESA DE ALEXANDRÍA nada menos y era hija de Farouk de Egipto y Mafalda de Saboya que se habían casado en... 1956...!
Desgraciadamente, ha borrado su web y sólo hay referencias jocosas a ella. Cuando yo la ví, tenía fotos suyas y todo.

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Wayback Machine?

http://www.archive.org/web/web.php

Conocen al Rey Antonio de Tavolara?

La isla era conocida en épocas antiguas como Hermea. Según la tradición, el Papa San Ponciano murió en Tavolara después de su abdicación y exilio en 235. Es probablemente esta isla la llamada isla Tolar, utilizada por las naves árabes en 848-849 como base para atacar las costas cercanas.

En 1836, el rey Charles Albert de Cerdeña visitó la isla y la reconoció como Reino soberano con Giuseppe Bertoleoni como su Rey. Cuando Giuseppe murió en la década de 1840, su hijo mayor se convirtió en Rey Paolo I. Tavolara no fue incluida en la unificación italiana, y el rey Paolo I buscó y obtuvo activamente el reconocimiento de Tavolara por parte de Italia. Durante su reinado, en 1868, el gobierno italiano construyó un faro en el extremo nordeste de la isla.

Después de la muerte de Paolo en 1886, y de acuerdo a sus deseos, la isla se convirtió en una república, con un presidente y consejo de seis elegidos cada seis años (consejo de seises) por un voto de todas los pobladores de la isla, hombres y mujeres (55 personas). Su tercer presidente fue elegido en 1896.

La soberanía de Tavolara fue reconfirmada en 1903, cuando Víctor Manuel III de Italia firmo un tratado de amistad con la nación.

La monarquía, sin embargo, fue reinstalada en la primera década del siglo XX. Desde entonces todos los reyes proceden de la familia Bertoleoni, reconocida como reyes tradicionales de Tavolara por los Reyes de Cerdeña. Documentos que datan de 1767 afirman que Tavolara nunca había sido parte del reino de Cerdeña. El tercer rey de Tavolara fue Carlo I, que murió en 1928 y fue sucedido por su hijo Rey Paolo II. Paolo se fue al extranjero, y dejo a su hermana, Mariangela, como regente en su ausencia. La reina Mariangela murió soltera en 1934, dejando el reino a Italia.

Su sobrino Paolo II siempre demandó el reino sin éxito, hasta su muerte en 1962, que fue aprobada la instalación de la base de la OTAN y el final definitiva de la soberania de Tavolara. Sin embargo, tras su muerte, otra tía suya, Maria Molinas Bertoleoni, tuvo éxito y a la edad de 100, en 1969, fue reconocida como la titular más vieja de Europa en un trono.

El actual monarca Rey Tonino de Tavolara es un ciudadano italiano que administra y es dueño de «Da Tonino», el único restaurante en la isla. Los intereses de la isla son representados en sus relaciones externas por el príncipe Ernesto-Geremia de Tavolara, natural de La Spezia, que ha escrito una historia de la isla. La tumba real del rey Paolo I está en el cementerio de la isla, rematada por una corona.


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Querida Amélie:

Uf! no se si ponerlo aqui, pero bue...les hago un resumen de lo que me paso hace un mes atras...

Resulta que en Myspace, tengo un perfil para el principe Nicolae de Rumania y hace un mes me agrego una señora que decia que buscaba a sus padres. Su nombre es P. Hohenzollern.

Bue...resulta que me comenzo a mandar mensajes jurando que yo era el verdadero Nicolae...

Ejemplos :

"Great to connect with you. I've been trying to find my real parents. My Father's name is Nikolaus and I'm not sure of my Mother's name but know Hohenzoller from a graveyard entry gate because Mami and Papi brought me there to visit my Grandfather (I swear I did not see him there). I got lost from home when I was around 3 years old; stuck in the USA since I was 8 years old; the stress trauma of being forced to stay in USA caused amnesia of all my childhood memories. I cried most of the time for the first two years and then my mind just suppressed nearly everyone and everything of my earlier memories. It was too painful to have it just a memory instead of it being my reality which it should have been. I know I look like my Mami -blonde hair, green eyes, now seeing your photo I see your chin is very similar to mine as is the facial structure.
Very happy to hear from you.
R. "Pegi" "

Yo por supuesto le envie un mensaje diciendole que no era Nicolae que solo eran un profile ficticio sobre el principe (Donde lo tengo comprometido con una de al cinmca hijas de KAtyusha y GD Georgiy Alexandrovich ) y le envie material sobre los hohenzollern y los H- Sigmaringen. Tamboien le ofdreci mi ayuda en lo que fuese posible.


Luego me respondio con este msje que me dejo aun mas "plop"

"So very happy to hear that someone is keeping my family's name alive. I discerned by the birth data that this was a historical replication.

To best of my knowlege, my Father Nikolaus was of the German branch of the family. He was not very tall, had brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. I remember the family name from a visit to the family graveyard near the Alps; the entry banner was wrought iron work of the name and there was a very small chapel therein.
My Mother is who I look like. She had blonde hair, green eyes, was built like I am, hips a bit wider than bosom and a well-defined waist. She always wore the same necklace.

The house we lived in had 3 doors, somewhat in the shape of a cross. There was a large yard with rail fencing. There was land sufficient to land a small plane. Around outside the fence was forest. It was on a hill. Mami was taking a nap one afternoon when I went out to the yard (I was around 3 years old) when a small radio controlled toy plane landed in the wooded part. I went to discover what it was, it was talking to me. I referred to it as "die Rejhine"(the projectile). My foot caught some loose rocks and down the hill I went, injuring my left ankle. I was sitting at the base of the hill where there was a dirt road. A man in a haywagon was passing by and thought I had been abandoned there by sojourners due to the injured ankle. He took me with him in the haywagon expecting we would catch up with the people he thought abandoned me. I remember a man in a grey uniform and a small wooden guard station, so I am sure we passed some boundary. Whether it was Austria/Germany or between one of the German States I am not certain.

My painting, which is in my photographs in my profile entitled "Feeding Station:Home" is the view from the east window of the house where Mami and Papi and I lived. I remember Mami holding me to look out the window when I saw all the little furry shapes bouncing around. It made me very happy and excited to see them. Mami explained to me what they were. She had just redecorated my bedroom before I got lost from them. It has broken my heart every day I have lived here in the USA. The people were never to keep me here, but they would not let me return home.

Mami and Papi had to go to the Congo and let me stay at Morgen, Kreis Mindelheim, in Germany because there was much civil unrest and violence where they were going. I know I had travelled with them before. My paintings of the mountains are what I saw from the airplane. I also remember pink flamingos and palm trees in a place where we had been.

At the time came the dividing of the East and West and Papi had to be in Berlin, which is where I thought, at the age of 8, the airplane was going. I got on board with the grandson of the people in Morgen I had been staying with, who I called my brother, Harald, whose loyalty and allegiance to me remained unbroken to his death in April 1999. It was the most devastating day of my life since leaving Germany. I have his ashes here with me in a beautiful mahogoany and brass urn.

Mami and Papi owned a black car, not common for people to own cars in Germany in the early 1950's. The neighbors where we lived were a distance from us. The one I remember most specifically kept goats.

Papi always talked of "his Germany". I was extremely bold for a child of my age and I feared nothing at all until after I was staying at Morgen. The people always were very loving and wonderful, and I was referred to as "Die Prinzessin" as well as die kleine Abducee (the small abducted female). From what I recall, the names of food we ate were called some by their German and some by their French names.

The trauma of not being allowed to go home left me with what is referred to as "Repressive Amnesia" which lasted well into adulthood and finally unraveled and sorted itself out in the past 10 years. I always had an underlieing sense of sadness about me, as well a very serious, studious and responsible child. "The Americans" didn't like it. They thought I was supposed to always laugh and be happy even when always my heart is breaking inside. I cried all the time the first two years I was in the U.S.A., in part due to a congenital heart condition they were to be getting me treatment for. They didn't. What I remembered from Germany was to try and make myself as strong as possible to overcome it. That worked for most of my life, but a few years ago it was rediscovered as I had a water bed and the arrhythmia would echo through and to my ears. I am fortunate that my doctor's husband is a cardiologist. It may never have re-emerged but that in 1988 a car slammed into the rear of my car and seriously curtailed my physical participation in anything due to spinal failure and degenerative disc disease as the impact had broken the discs between the vertebrae. In the USA the medical care is either non-existent, too expensive, or too ignorant to explore and do what other countries have already learned. Mostly everyone is in it for the money.They do not care to find cures as that would deplete their economic strategy of greed and world domination. If anyone out there thinks differently, they are living a fairy tale and have swallowed all the propoganda the USA has spread. For as good as they may be to people of a country they overtake, they are equally as bad to their own citizens. They are just much more cleverly hidden.

My apologies for the long delay in response. The husband of the woman who devised my abduction was hospitalized on 20th July and sent home on the 27th. I stopped at 9:30 PM on the 28th of Juuly 2009 to make sure he was alright. He wasn't. He went from shaking into a petit mal seizure of uncertain origin-perhaps the high fever, perhaps something food borne, perhaps from the head injury which hospitalised him on the 20th. Today, 4th August, he remains hospitalised with intraveinous antibiotics, but finally no longer on IV fluids (dextrose, saline). He had no true idea of my true identity even though in Germany I had told him my entire name. His response was "I asked the kid her name and she gives me a whole sentence." Hm.

About how shallow most Americans (80% of them) are. And they think they have the ability to instate a proper government for me? In 50 years they have been more interested in conquering the world and taking things by force rather than improving the lot of their own people. We are not free. We are all slaves to this Capitalist machine and I have always hated it.

Thank you for the websites. I might actually find something useful there if, and that is a big IF, my heritage has not been struck from the histories as they have in this country. It is impossible from here to find any truth. But I know who I am.

All best,
Prinzessin "Pegi" R . Hohenzoller von Vater Nikolaus"


Yo que recuerde no hay ningun Nicholas en los Hohenzollern de prusia y menos que sea moreno , bajo y de ojos oscuros (los unicos que conozco a son dos hijos de Cilly y el kronprinze) y un detalle que me turba algo. Es que la dama en cuestion SI tiene look de Hohenzollern, pero mas Sigmaringen.

Que me dicen?

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Yo te digo que una princesa no puede llamarse Pegi

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Pegi es el apodo. Se llama Regine.

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Jajaja. Tampoco, suena a Madame (De las que tienen discotecas )

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Queria hacer un chiste como Sabba, pero es que no puedo. Esa carta me llena de yuyus.

Hay un programa de radio en la noche aqui en los EEUU, que habla de OVNIs, fantasmas, toda cosa paranormal, personas que dicen son hijos de JFK con (insert name of mother here)..., que son hermanos de los principes Guillermo e Harry no reconocidos, en fin. Los "mejores" momentos son cuando personas que dicen que fueron secuestradas por extraterrestres -- llamados "Abductees" en ingles -- llaman y cuentan su historia. SON DETALLOSAS las memorias, de forma impresionante.

Y claro, como ya advinsastes, me recuerda de la historia de esta princesa ficticia Hohenzoller(n).

Creo que lo que pasa es esto. No le gusta de ser americana. Eso es obvio. Creo que sea desde joven, muy joven y desde luego, formo en su mente una realidad alternativa, donde ella fue secuestrada de los cuidados tiernos de su Mami und Papi, que ademas eran de una familia posiblemente real.

La llevaron, durante los tumultuosos años posguerra, sin mas ni menos para un lugar que ella ahora considera capitalista y desde luego abusadora. Los EEUU son una carcel para ella y ella permanece encarcelada ahi sin poder salir, siendo abusada y cercada por personas que ella no respecta (80%). La realidad alternativa le da una chance de escapar y para no sentirse mal con sus padres verdaderos americanos, de clase media sin fanfarria y glamour.

Recuerdas de esa persona en el foro AP, que dijo que su abuelo era el resultado de un romance del Zar, Nicolas II (entonces Zarevitch), y su bisabuela, una poblana humilde, creo que camerera o sirvienta? Tambien me daba ñuñus oir que decia. El tono es exacto con la de "Pegi".

No se, Katyusha. Nunca conoci este tipo de persona, pero lidando con la realeza, yo he oido que ellos (pobres) tienen ese tipo de historia en cartas MUCHAS veces. Te cuento una de una hija de la Princesa Ileana que todavia es persiguida por un caballero que jura que tiene pruebas que es su hermano menor, del padre Anton...y la EMPERATRIZ ZITA!!! Que locura.

Uf, si recuerdo a la patetica que clamaba que era la bisnieta de Nicholas II. Cuando leo ese tipo de cosas, mas cuando las pruebas estan completamente en su contra, se le dice, y la persona tosudamente insiste, me dan ganas de meter la mano en el computador y agarrar a la personita a cachetazos a ver si cae en cuenta del penoso ridiculo que esta haciendo.

Con Regina, no se, me dio simpatia, a pesar de su loca historia

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