Dear Lucille,Better send this off quickly before I forget the details. Just for the record, I notice a piece of mail concerning a address-change requested via Internet banking (Shayne had no Internet). And in this mail, it stated that the Post Office would give through her change of address upon request to among others the University of Amsterdam, formerly G.U. I did not know what G.U. referred to and looking it up on the Internet (http://uk.msn.com/), I got a list of microbiologist cyanide-ists and biological warfare specialists. Also there were overtones of archeological artifacts like early form of man, etc. and other kind of Darwinian, racial kind of topics. The relevance? Shayne has been a target of experimental research on this subject. Many times she suffered from exposure to poisons, which manifested itself as swollen abdomen, real swollen thighs and hips, etc.

Dear Lucille,Better send this off quickly before I forget the details. Just for the record, I notice a piece of mail concerning a address-change requested via Internet banking (Shayne had no Internet). And in this mail, it stated that the Post Office would give through her change of address upon request to among others the University of Amsterdam, formerly G.U. I did not know what G.U. referred to and looking it up on the Internet (http://uk.msn.com/), I got a list of microbiologist cyanide-ists and biological warfare specialists. Also there were overtones of archeological artifacts like early form of man, etc. and other kind of Darwinian, racial kind of topics. The relevance? Shayne has been a target of experimental research on this subject. Many times she suffered from exposure to poisons, which manifested itself as swollen abdomen, real swollen thighs and hips, etc.

Dear Lucille,I just went through the most contemptible experience that no words can do it justice. Last night Tom came back grumpy, because he was the only one who turned up for work yesterday. I was surprised, because the day before I had mentioned to Thomas that he should take some vacation days, so that I could go to the police and check some of the premises Shayne was supposed to be using. I thought maybe today, he would take a day off and that I would try to catch Shayne at the Theatercompagnie, which never looks open during the day. But no. Thomas was heading off to work again today. I told him again I needed to go out and that I can't take a lot of luggage with me to the police station. Thomas cursed me out and said I was trying to act like "Mrs. Marple, the fictional old-woman detective." I told thomas, "This is not about a detective mystery, this is about your daughter." I can't remember all the hurtful, unkind things Thomas said before he tromped out the door. Afterwards, I went over my collection of facts I wanted to turn in to the police, such as old addresses of Shayne, places of work, photos, any other items that seemed important. I found that I had a number errors, so they have been corrected this morning. Then I discovered a form I had been filling out for Shayne after I saw her last. It was an application from one of the brocures you sent about research or short-jobs in the US. I had started filling out an application for Shayne and that date was September 12. Thus, I haven't seen her in person since around that time. I made the photo album and her play but she received them. I called the university and got some clarity on her situation but never come in contact with her again (for more than 2 minutes on the phone). I remember that she came here for about 5 minutes to pick a form about health insurance, required now at a high premium each month. Private insurance companies have been demolished and only state insurance goes on. The new policy probably has questions about donor organs, etc. She looked up to me and said, "And you will have to fill this out, too, Rada." Then Thomas came home with a lot literature about it that he wanted me to read. But then later, he said he had health insurance for both him and Shayne and acted as if he wanted to know whether Shayne wanted him to continue paying for health insurance for her, if she had another policy now. That is the last time I saw her. Around September 10. I need to go today to the police but I probably won't go until Saturday.

Dear Lucille,
Thank you. I haven't been brave enough to call Shayne. And I put off going out until Tom can be in the house, because I can't leave important things behind in this house and it is too much to carry. Sometimes my mind gets off on other things and I forget about the Shayne problem for an hour or two and then I remember, nothing has changed, the problem is still unsolved. Xmas has passed. New Year's and no Shayne. Then the weight comes back again. Naturally, I feel in the hands of a huge, conspiring spirit who has conducted her disappearance with the tacit cooperation of most of the society. Yes. I believe it is a conspiracy and a crime. Suggestions have been made of this in the media with large news spreads on the Internet titled "SHAYNE X." I made copies of these advertisements and the dates in December they appeared on our opening page, www.uk.com, for the record. From my own case history, I know very well what people are capable of doing here, so it is not a shocking surprise that such things happen. As you know, I suffered horrible, grievous mutilations, and not a word of it ever got out to the world-at-large. Equally as mysterious, however, the heavily blackened skin conditions have receded in the last month and I seem to be approaching normalcy again. I know I must have received unseen, technological help in recovering to this degree. It was so hopeless for so many years. In my heart, I will pray for Shayne, for I don't believe she is safe. I hope she is alive and I love her so much. I relied on her emotionally so much. She was so unassuming and resilient. She did not have good paternal care and I could not be a strong, good mother here in this ultra white environment, divorced from a white man and trying to run a small business (music, publication, etc.). The permission to start a business, which I was given was a trick and a trap--not really allowed in Europe. Then Shayne was always sick (because I consulted with doctors) and there were many paranormal (and supernatural) events going on at the same time. Algean calls from time to time. He is now a father himself and apparently a very good one. He has learned all the unsaid obstacles that lie in this society, which you never can see, when you are not a black parent, trying to raise a mulatto child. He says very well the things I never could say or explain before. He knows how the people around conspire to take over the control of your child. But he is now aware of it and he tries to protects his child. Thomas never did. He would send her off with people I knew would be harmful to her. He wasn't like Algean. He always underminded my authority and encouraged Shayne to look to and to trust other people outside of the family, who were my enemies. He also taught her to take my word lightly, which has been harmful to her. He always made being in the house an ordeal for her, for they always got into arguments. But in the end, Shayne was non-judgemental and overly tolerant of fools and laggards.

Dear Lucille,
Each day is so painful as the situation about Shayne remains unresolved. Her packages are still sitting on the couch, unopened. I haven't laid my eyes on her for 3 months. The whole situation was undermined by the policeman who called and who didn't write up the report that she is believe missing or in some kind of funny hostage-like condition. (That was one police out of three; the other two policemen seemed for more responsive. But the third policeman was the boss.) Shayne is never at her house when we try catch her there and I don't know where she is staying. All three phones that I have here do funny things and can't get through to "her" usually. The law here states that a person must be missing for 5 years before an attorney can regulate left-over affairs concerning them. I shudder with repulsion at her father and how he handled a large sum of money he recently made over to her in a trust fund, which runs out in 3 years. I begged Tom to put the money in a joint account that I shared with Shayne but he wouldn't do it. Now the money can be drawn upon without us knowing who is drawing it. And the Post Office has recently initiated a couple of schemes to make it easy for people to take over the postal bank cards of other people, by allowing them tobmake a card for themselves by uploading their photos to the Internet. So if someone has possession of her card and number, they can make an ID card for themselves, using Shayne's information. I want to go to the US, as my health is considerably improved for the moment. I can't to stay here with Tom under the circumstances. I can't bear the evil of this situation. I have no idea what I am going to do or what I can do. I guess nothing. Poor Shayne.