Dear Lucille,
I am very weak. Still I dragged myself out of bed and dressed to go out. Between 12 and 1 o'clock, I got on the tram to visit Shayne. Unfortunately, no one at all answered the bell. Then I tried at her places of work but they were closed. So I came back and told Tom and his response was dreadful. He mocked me and never responded to anything I suggest. For instance, he recently finished filling forms to make over a large sum of money to Shayne, spread over the next three years. When he was filling the forms, I begged him to deposit the money in a lump sum into the joint Savings Account I shared with Shayne, as that account was unknown by others and they have never done anything unfair. But he refused. He signed to have the money deposited in an account that other persons, including the "deurwaarders"=bill collectors had the right to withdraw funds. When Shayne went to Peru, I discovered that severals forms had been signed by her, giving "friends" of hers to withdraw funds from that account. But, as always, Tom could not cooperate with me and did it his way. So when I got back, I told him, he should stop all payments into her bank account, because if she is okay, she would surface when she had too little funds. But Tom just made some kind of infuriating, indecent response. I realized as I have always realized that when something big happens I have to do all the details completely by myself. I have a phone number of the police but I didn't call them today, as I felt his attitude, as her so-called father, put an obstruction in my way and I don't want to fight over him and the circumstances of her disappearance at the same time. All day he sat at the computer and came up with no suggestion. Therefore, I have gone on strike from the tasks I usually perform here. Talking to him, I understand that he always blamed me for Shayne's birth and never took any responsibility for being her father. He virtually washed his hands of the whole business from day1. Every obscene and evil circumstance that he saw me undergo, he lied about to outsiders. He left me defenceless against a hostile, violent community that singled me out for persecution. Even today, I could not go out to Shayne's house without the trams running irregularly and hoards of tourists or demonstrators, or whatever they are, coming out onto the streets as I returned. Earlier I watch a report about Russia where many citizens were experiencing the type of corruption I have been experiencing. Raiding of bank accounts, retroactive laws that can override earlier ones, people who completely owned their houses and businesses being forced out of them, onto the street and no legal recourse. That is what my daily bread has been the last 10 years. And I am not imagining anything. Have you ever noticed how many Shane's are on TV these days. Just yesterday, there was a review of a new movie about "Shane Black." Besides being "black humor" it has a scene where someone loses a finger by a door being slammed on it. The same thing that happened to me, I lost part of the top digit of my finger when a door slammed on it. In short, I see references to our names and my life all the time on TV, like it's a public joke. And every since Shayne has been born this community has conspired to her out of my control.