Open Letter to Mrs. Hank Heijn
RECONCILIATION - YES, BUT WITH WHOM?
Amsterdam, Saturday, September 23, 2006
WORLD
DIRECTOR RESERVE POLICE INTERNATIONAL
Dr. Slobodan Radojev Mitric
Zeeburgerdijk 25
1093
SK Amsterdam
Good Day Mrs. Heijn,
Nice title of your first book: Reconciliation [Dutch: De verzoening], but
reconciliation with whom?
I understand that you mean electrical
engineer Mr. E.. Well, that is your business and your good right.
But what have I done to you, so
‘honorable' madam, that you present me with a certain Karate Bob, "once
arrested for multiple murder and rape."?
Firstly, I was never arrested for
murder, and my apprehension for rape came about, as you know, because I had
that “golden tip".
So now you have reconciled with one of
the kidnappers and murderers of your late husband, but at the same time you are
blackening the reputation of the very person, who wanted to prevent this kidnap
and murder.
Small thanks, Mrs. Heijn.
As
you and your family already know: The plan to abduct and murder your husband
was known well in advance by the Dutch Ministry of Justice and the Secret Services.
Why thank me in this way, 'honorable'
Mrs. Heijn? Are you angry at me, because I tried to to save the life of your
husband?
What kind of person are you anyway?
A
few hours before starting to write this letter, I was held at gunpoint by a
Dutch custom official. I was on my way to my publisher R. J. Kelder to drop a
receipt for postage stamps in his mailbox.
Because
my dear wife Iris was killed 9 months ago in the “Onze Lieve Vrouwe Gasthuis” hospital
in Amsterdam, and because I wanted and still want to save her paintings, I was
also underway to collect scrap iron. For a kilo of scrap metal, 'honorable'
madam, I get 10 cents, and if I search all night I can fill up my cart. Then
maybe tomorrow’, I thought, I could buy some bread, milk and butter at the supermarket
named after your brother-in-law Albert Heijn.
But
indeed, harsh times have broken out in Amsterdam; after taking away a heavy
bike key chain from this quite agitated customs official with which he had
threatened me, he aimed his service pistol at me and almost shot me.
I
am telling you this to show how weird life is; he wanted to shoot me, because
otherwise a Turk would tear open his garbage bag, and he suspected me of being
this slob. After he calmed down, I told him that I am not a Turk, but a
Christian Montenegrin, people who have never have lived under the yoke of the Turks.
Of
course, madam, I did not report him to the police. Then he would immediately
have been thrown in prison for intimidation, attempted murder or manslaughter,
or whatever. And after all, I am not a NSB'er [Dutch Nazi sympathizer during
WWII] standing on the corner of the street, 'honorable' Madam.
But
I think I will become friends with this customs official in the future. For
since this customs man did not shoot me tonight, I was able to receive from my
publisher a copy of your vomittance. Otherwise, the truth might never have
surfaced.
Because
as you know, I was prohibited from saying or writing anything about this kidnapping
under the threat that I would be sent to Yugoslavia (now Serbia) to my certain death,
if I were to do so.
Well,
since you've started, 'honorable' Mrs. Heijn, I should add the rest.
Indeed, God spared me this evening from
the wrath of an angry customs official.
Maybe
also your late husband and my late dear wife Iris would want know with whom
you've reconciled and why notwithstanding you still attack me.
Who
knows?
Now,
you know better than anyone what you’ve written, so I need not quote everything.
The
sentence, as can be read on page 83 of your book, that a certain Karate Bob
claimed to have the golden tip, appeared as a spotting comment to me, with
which you, 'honorable' Mrs. Heijn describe me as a charlatan, despite the fact
that you know the truth.
What's really going on with you, Mrs.
Heijn?
Why
do you slice into the body and the spirit of your husband, as the murderers
have already done?
Approximately
half a year before your husband was targeted as a potential victim, information
came to light at the highest level of this country as to what the ominous
figures, who later singled out your husband, were actually planning to do.
Then
an honorable man from the USA politely asked me not to let that happen.
So
it became necessary for me to creep down into the sewers of your society to
successfully prevent what these brutes were up to.
It
is further none of your business, Mrs. Heijn, what and who it was.
But
a certain electrical engineer, who was discharged from his job, began to play a
role for these sinister types by developing a special phone.
He
is a genius, it is true, but still an idiot for placing his perfect invention
in the hands of servant of the darkness.
With
one of these enormously huge phones at that time, which were build (as
camouflage) in a large tape recorder, I conversed a few hours with powerful
people in America from a Ferrari belonging to a Mafiosi (who please note was
also a member of the Dutch Foreign Intelligence Service, IDB and a personal sex
friend and heroin companion of a prince from an Asian country).
Now
naturally you, Mrs. Heijn, as well as anyone with the current cell phones can
call anyone, but as you may remember, when your husband was still alive that
was not the case. So that was a miracle. But a miracle it was also that in
those days no Intelligence Service of Western governments possessed such a technological
device, except the Dutch Mafia.
Do
you, groceress, not find it amazing what this Mr. E. had invented?
A president, a few senators and a
number of American generals considered this invention to be very important and
wanted – at all costs – to get it into their hands, something which they later
succeeded in doing.
And then you could by means of this
invention of Mr. E. call anyone else in the fixed network at their expense.
I
had chosen to conduct these calls with America at the expense of Her Majesty
Queen Beatrix (through her private number – because the Dutch Mafia also had it
in their possession), and hoped that 'Bea' would not blame me, for I assumed it
to be surely in her own interest. And also I was - at that time – protected 24
hours a day by an escort of her security service.
Not bad, groceress, isn’t? What happened next
is again none of your business.
But
the sinister types remaining on this earth in this case (despite considerable
losses of their bosses) did not give up their efforts to become rich through a
lightning action and therefore selected a slightly less important prey.
Why?
Ask the person with whom you have now reconciled.*
They were satisfied with the few million that they have received from your
family.
The
majority of the members of the Mafia bosses of Mr. E. – unfortunately not yet
all of them – disappeared from the
surface of the earth following the kidnapping and murder of your husband, and thus
could not enjoy their fortune very much. They disappeared not because, I
believe, they caused unforgivable injury to your husband. No, Mrs. Heijn, for the
life of a Minister president at that time (for whom I made a plea to be
protected), let alone for a grocer with a very dubious past, no one was
concerned very much; what mattered to the authorities handling this case was
what these spoiled, empty heads had been planning to do.
The
plans to kidnap your husband were disclosed well in advance to the Dutch
Ministry of Justice and the Dutch Secret Services. The plan according to which your
husband, after being kidnapped, should count to ten or twenty into a tape recorder,
and his fingertip would be cut off and then slain and buried, was presented on
time to the above authorities.
The demands to be made for the money in Dutch
and foreign currency, diamonds and all other things you have done later, were
submitted to the above authorities.
Just
a month later, your husband was kidnapped and murdered.
You
cannot consider my efforts to save your husband as a mere “golden tip”,
honorable groceress.
That
is not a golden tip, that I call something else.
After
your husband was kidnapped and I knew that he could no longer be saved, I tried in that case to contact you, your son
and the brother of your sacrificed husband to convince you not to pay the
ransom money to the murderers.
But
as you know I failed, because after the meeting with you I was arrested for
multiple rapes that I did not commit, dishonorable groceress, and then also
convicted no less by a judge, who was classified as an enemy of your country;
at least official documents, which I forwarded to the most powerful people on
the planet well in time before your husband was kidnapped and murdered, pointed
in that direction.
What
kind of nasty persons are you, your son and the brother of your sacrificed
husband!
But
I can assure you: GOD SEES EVERYTHING, AND GOD SHALL IN THIS CASE NOT FAIL TO
ENSURE THAT THE WHOLE TRUTH BE MADE KNOWN TO THE WORLD AND THAT JUSTICE SHALL
BE DONE ...
Disgustingly yours,
Slobodan Von PIVA