Tuesday, 1. dec.1998; My parent’s house was finally handed over. We could not believe the scene of chaos and destruction that we were witnessing. Everything had been thrown around, papers, newspapers, books. Even my parents’ clothes had been strewn about. The Security Forces did not have an answer to our question whether it was necessary to search and throw about the political documents in order to find the killers. One of them told me privately that what we saw was the handy work of the agents of Information Ministry.

In the afternoon, I went to the Case Judge and complained about the disturbed and wrecked state of the house and the disappearance of many written documents. I made a list of what I thought had been taken from the house and requested that an exact list of what was missing should be given to me. To this day this has not happened.

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