Dear Lucille,I suppose I have been rather inconsiderate, expressing all my activities and beliefs. But it does enable me to keep a record of the events, as they happen each day. It is amazing what facts can be forgotten after a couple of days, if they aren't written down in some way or other.Today, someone from the police called and I reiterated my concerns about Shayne. He said he believed she just didn't want to talk to me. I then added that she also behaved the same way to her father's calls. And that no one I know can ever get past a Voice message or busy signal. He said he would do what he can do.I tried to call Shayne again after that talk. And for one second, a voice said, "Rada, I told you, stop calling me." Or something to that effect. And then the horn was set down. Afterwards, I reflected on this call and I decided that what was wrong was that it didn't allow any interactivity. I had no opportunity to even say, "Hello." It could have been a recording.I decided to go by her house to see if she were home. But before I could go out the door, I received another phone call, this time from someone from the Victim Help Center. I reiterated my story to him. Then he asked, but what did I make of the reponses I got. I said, "I think they are a trick. I never have any opportunity to respond nor to say 'hello.'" I told him I was planning to go to her last address to see if she were home. He said, "I wish you could go by her new home too. Do you know what her new address is? I told him. And he said, "Oh, Hudson Street...it is by Stadium plein, out along the Amstelveenseweg, etc" I told him, that's far away, Shayne had said it was near her old house. I couldn't go there today but maybe over the weekend. He then said he was sending brochures, such as one from the Red Cross, with information. Laborously, I packed my things. Transferred things around in the house, because there is not a good lock on the front door and people have come in the house before when I was out of it and they get into my things. Once someone left a racist letter in the printer beside the computer. Thomas has always refused to put an additional lock on the door. So it is always an anxiety for me to go out. Eventually, I packed up, wearing two layers of clothes, so as not to find any of these clothes items possibly contaminated after I returned. If they were on my back, I knew they would be safe. But I forgot to look at a map, which was unfortunate. My eyes are very bad. I have to wear Tom's thick, bi-focal glasses to read anything.I walked up the street and passed the Theatre Compagnie, which looked rather intact. Next door to it, was the new addition with big bay windows, which looked still in operation, contrary to Thomas' claim that he could not find it on the street. It was dark inside, but it was there. So that settled the matter about Shayne's new place of employment at the Theatre Compagnie. It was still there.Next, I took the tram to go to Shayne's house. I rang the bell. I expected the left door to open but the right door opened. I wondered if something had changed but I walked in and called up, a black man called down and said, Shayne had moved, she was at the Mercator Plain. The name sounded familiar but off-hand, I could not remember where that was and it was different from what the man from the Victim Help Center had reported. I thanked him and left and returned home. I did not ask about Shayne's former roommate, whom I had talked to briefly on the phone recently at the Theatre Compagnie and whom I believe was probably the one, who would answer the phone the subsequent times I called but then place the receiver down. I had been surprised to encounter her at the Theatre Compagnie number, because I didn't know she worked there. But I guess she wasn't at home, because she or sometimes her brother were the ones who usually answered the door. The first thing I did, after getting back, was to get a map and I saw that Mercator Plain was only two more tram stops up from her old house address but I could not exit the house again. I have decided to try again over the week-end. So tomorrow or Sunday, I or Tom will visit the new house address and see if Shayne is there.One point I want to make, is that the whole way of communicating and living is not satisfactory. It is too hard to get Shayne on the phone and I know she would answer the calls from you from the U.S. You get a different signal from here, so I know your calls are not actually getting through. On the other hand, sometimes we also get varied, unexpected signals. There are a lot of hidden microphones apparently in this house from the amount of extraneous voices and sounds heard over the equipment here. Also, once when I gave my mobile phone to Tom and told him to call the house from the grocery store, he got Voice instead of ringing through to the phone here. The phone didn't ring here but it should have. Not long ago, men were working in the street for the umpteenth time, changing the cobblestones. Afterwards, neither broadband nor the phone connection worked in this house. It was some trouble to reach a company to connect us back. But the connection has been dodgy ever since. So I don't trust the phone communication and it is not sufficient. If Shayne is in her new house, she can have a modem and get Internet. And then at least I could send Emails to her. Being unable to talk to her has delayed a transfer of this additional equipment to her house. It was always so pleasant and normal to talk to her prior to a couple of months ago. I believe she has been greatly misrepresented by faulty and bugged or hacked communication systems.