.. now you’ve got my answer to your constant baiting which you still dare to call humor. Initially I didn’t want to spend one more word on the matter after I left this morning but the unnecessary intervention of your son hasn’t helped me with that; you both are jumping into each other’s arms, as it happens in prematurely broken famelies. I ‘ve noticed that you’ve sought help, support and protection at the bosom of J. In a matter that’s only concerning us. What are you so afraid of, you little newsmonger? We never became true friends, I had too little faith in you, in your complexity, early it proved you didn’t poses the qualitys that I once ascribed. Don’t worry, I still value the others being stronger and smarter in advance. I hope I’ve learned something and it sounds strange in this circumstances; I wish you the best and thanks for the good times ..  

Letter to C. © Freddy Rikken