The abduction of Caramen T.

Back in Thailand
September 24th, 2019

Back in Thailand, I tried to arrange something for the financial problems of my daughter and get all her stuff back from Luis and Mina.

I was convinced that Luis had "destroyed" the notebook of my daughter.

Maybe because she was spending too much time on the notebook, and he was not keen to give it back in the condition it was now.

I was also convinced that the guitar/ukulele might have met the same destiny.

I tried to give my daughter access to her Savings Account I had opened for her long ago and I was saving money in that account every month.

But this seemed impossible as my daughter needed to be 18 years old in order to get a Debet/Credit card from the bank.

She could get a Debet/Credit card at an earlier age, like the one she had from my brother.

But under the condition that the parents or legal guardians would sign a document AT THE BANK in which they take full reponsability.

In order to comply with the Bank rules, I would need to travel to Belgium to sign such paper.

There was also the fact that I was not a Belgian resident and thus it was not possible to open an account for my daughter.

Luckily, Jef and Gamlai were going to visit her soon, so I wired 500 Euro to them and they would give it to my daughter.

In the mean time, I would try to find a solution for her financial problems.

My daughter made it clear at the court that she wished to stay in Belgium.

So, I started to clean up my house and get rid of all her stuff.

I send her an email and asked her what she would like to keep and what I can give away or sell.

The stuff she wanted to keep was put in a box and send to her in Belgium.

It was very expensive to send all this stuff to Belgium, but at least she would have her stuff back.

Some of the things, she was very attachet too and had a very emotional value for her.

From:  Trivino Y Garcia Abelardo To:  Lethargic Marlix Subject:  Re: Hoi Date:  Wed, 25 Sep 2019 23:30:08 +0700 Which dolls do you want me to send? The big ones are very expensive to send to Belgium.

While I was getting rid of all the belongings of my daughter that remained in my house, I was trying to build up a new life in Thailand.

Something that was almost impossible after 1 year of misery.

After having lived 16 years to bring up my daughter; Day in/day out being there for my daughter; Giving my daughter everything I could give to her; Being her beacon when life was difficult for her; Saving her life so many times; etc.

Everything shattered to dust by 1 person.

Trivino Luis was that criminal person.

I was now alone in Thailand, old and sick, and nothing to live for.

There had been so many signs warning me not do the trip to Belgium.

My friends in Thailand tried as much as possible to help me to go these dark days.

But at the end of the day, I was alone in my house with all the memories of the last 16 years of my daughter and hunting me like ghosts.

Every time I would go to the kitchen to get a drink, every time I would go to the toilet, every time ..... I could hear my daughter calling my name and having joy.

Anywhere I would go, people would ask me "Where is your daughter?"

Everybody knew us as the father and daughter that would never be separated.

I was continuously getting mails of people who wanted to visit my daughter or making contact with her, but they were not allowed to get near my daughter by the Belgian authorities.

My daughter created out of a little lie, with the intention to stay in Belgium, a real disaster which turned into a suicide attempt 9 months later.

In one of her Social Media groups, she posted a new Avatar:
"It was just a little mistake, I'm just a kid."

On October 18th, part of her belongings that were at Luis Trivino's house, where returned to her by Miss Fatima‑Zahra Fennane from Foster care.

A few items were missing, amongst them the charger for the computer.

Without the charger, the computer was useless.

But anyhow, the computer was not working according to my daughter.

So, I asked her to give the computer to Jef and he will bring it with him to Thailand.

Jef and his wife has planned a trip to Thailand in December and would fly back to Belgium at the end of January 2020.

I would try to repair the computer in that month and look for a new charger.

Just like I said before in "A Christmas present", the story of my daughter starting directly to play on the Ukulele was pure BULLSHIT.

The tuner of the Ukulele/Guitar was missing and she could note tune the strings by ear.

"And yeah, I also got my ukulele but I don't have a tuner so I'm trying to download one in playstore."

1. A computer Virus can destroy at the worst the hard-disk by destroying the Data-Table or Sector 0.
  But a computer Virus is not able to destroy the screen or other parts from a computer.

2. Samui, my daughter, used a pencil and rubber bands to make a "temporary" Capo on her Ukulele/Guitar.

Trivino Luis, the "man" who had money and who was wealthy (20181016 escaping hell) cancelled her Bank Card and retracted every penny from her Bank account, leaving my daughter broke and without a Penny.

The clothes of my daughter were not returned and it was already end October with very low temperatures.

From the declaration of my brother on October 26th, 2018:
"I want to point out that when samui arrived in Belgium, she had very few clothes with her and they were even partly worn out. Me and my wife would like to buy new clothes and other stuff for Samui, but then we would have liked to know how to proceed with her. After all, it is winter and Samui has no clothes for that.

Luckily, I send my daughter, together with the dolls, the white coat and some other clothes she got from my daughter while she was visiting Finland in 2016.

While shpping in a "20 Baht store (50 Euro cent store)" I found a little copper sword on a key hanger.

Knowing my daughter penchant for toys, I decided to buy the sword and include it in the package.

She got also some clothes they had collected from the staff of the madhouse.

In the mean time, I was trying to fix something to help her with her financial situation from Thailand.

But that seemed to be an impossible task.

The only way to give her some financial support, was to send a sum of money to the madhouse, my lawyer, or anybody I trusted and ask to forward it to my daughter.

Off course, this person or organisation needed to go trough the same hoop if they wanted to see my daughter.

Opening a Bank Account for her was IMPOSSIBLE.

On Halloween, I received an email from my daughter wishing me a happy Halloween.

She included a photo of herself with the email.

But her face was hidden with a mask.

A mask she had made out of "papier mache".

She had made that mask in order to hide her face.

In her diary she wrote one day:

"Nobody likes me.
Maybe I am too ugly too have friends.
With my mask, nobody will see my true face and maybe like me."

She was even wearing that mask when she was riding horses at the Equestrian centre.

End October, Jef arrived in Thailand and gave me the notebook from my daughter.

It was wrapped in bubble plastic.

I unwrapped it and it fell apart into pieces.

The batteries holder was broken and didn't attach anymore to the Notebook.

The screen and the motherbord seemed OK, apart from some body damages.

I had a lot of spare battery chargers at home, and luckily I found one with the correct plug.

I switched the Notebook on, but nothing happened.

The hard disk was broken.

I would need to buy a new hard-disk, install the Operating System on it and then install all the software again.

In an email of my daughter, she asked if I could install a new painting package in the Notebook.

It was "Free for personal use" but she couldn't find where to download the software.

A few weeks later, it was up and running again, I fixed the battery holder and I gave it back to Jef.

Jef would take care to bring in back to my daughter in Jaunuary.

Everything seemed to be OK again between me and my daughter and we exchanged a lot of emails.

But she was living 10,000 miles away from me.

Somehow, leaving me alone while I was fighting for my life in the hospital; Making a declaration at the local police that was a complete blow in my face; Sending emails that "I was not her father anymore but Luis, her uncle, was now her guardian"; And the indifference to all that human suffering of the Belgian authorities, had broken my heart and I had lost all feelings of Humanity forever.

My heart was as cold as a stone now.

Sometimes I wish that I had the courage of my daughter and I could find the braveness to make an end to this miserable life.