8:01 pm Tuesday, 26. March 1996 Dear Jon, Sit down. Fasten your seatbelt. Get ready for a shock. This will be brief, but will get the message across. Sunday, 24. March 1996, it was extremely warm and beautiful here. I went to the mountains, where it was even more beautiful, in the town of Interlaken. I expected to leave Switzerland be nightfall for my birthday mourning. Arriving in Interlaken about 1:45 pm, I wanted to sit down at one of the many sidewalk cafes and have lunch. I walked and walked, but there wasn't a single seat available. Finally, about 2:15 pm, while I was still looking for a seat at a cafe, a well-dressed man approached me and, speaking perfect American English, pointed to his friend, another well-dressed man, who was seated in a prime seat at a cafe and said "My friend and I are just leaving. You can have out table. I was relieved to get the seat. Interlaken is filled with tourists, and I didn't consider it unusual for an American to be there. The seat was in a Japanese restaurant. I ordered fish 'n' chips, which, by SWISS standards, was rather inexpensive. About 3:30 pm, after sitting in the sun, eating my somewhat greasy lunch, I didn't feel too well, and returned home. I arrived home about 4:45 pm, and decided to check my e-mail. The first letter I saw, which really stood out, was from my attorney, who just filed the complaint in the U.S. District Court in Denver, against the FBI, Janet Reno, and all the others. It was quite a shocking letter, which I would not DARE to reproduce here. He wrote that he had been followed, initimidated and harrassed by the F.B.I., and that they were trying to implicate his girlfriend in this entire mess, by slander, and their other more devious methods, in order to hurt him. He said they were writing letters, forging his signature, and sending them to his girlfriend, his ex-wife, and others, in order to try to discredit him and turn his loved ones against him. This, of course, is something they specialise in. It's one of their pet methods of operation. Remember - they broke my own family up! He wrote that a person high in the government, whose name I cannot mention here, called to ask what our position was on the FBI's letter claiming that everything had been accounted for or destroyed. He wrote that he had basically said that our position was that substantial amounts of property remain missing, and that we could prove this, and could reinforce our proof with eyewitnesses. The court is infuriated and wishes to proceed with affidavits for now, and get a response from the US Attorney's office. I cannot divulge more here, other than to sum his letter up as he, himself did: "Apparently,we have come too near the 'family jewels!'" After reading his letter, I then read a letter which came from a renowned attorney and former political candidate which stated: "I have CIA agents watching my every move here, one of whom is most assuredly a Bush boy and just helped fund a ......" Also, in the letter: "As regards using PGP, I have solid proof my internet communications are monitored by CIA (you know, Bush's people) and I know their names. One is ...." Also, in the letter: "Since your probation is up, the FBI and CIA knows you could publicly wail like a banshee about all this and back these bozos down." Finally: "You might also get and learn to use PGP". Again, I am only giving you the absolute minimum of what I read in these two individuals' letters. I then noticed that I had received 69 letters - a very high number of letters for me to receive. Some of them were from people asking me why I'd written something, and quoting what I'd written. The problem is, I didn't write what they had quoted me as writing! Someone had apparently sent them e-mail, using my name and account number!!!!! The same thing is happening to my attorney and the other individual mentioned above. I also received letters from people I've never even heard of, replying to letters they said they received from me, and quoting from them. Again, I don't know these people, and never wrote any of the things they received in their letters, which they thought were from me! About 5:30 pm, I was so exhausted from all this, I decided to go lie down for a while. I woke up at 9:30 pm, sicker than I've ever been in my life, and I've been SICK! My stomach was blown up like a giant balloon that was ready to burst, and I felt like I had to throw up, but I couldn't. I was sweating terribly and had a terrible headache. I told my neighbour, a nurse, what was wrong, and she called the local hospital, and I was taken to the emergency room. They didn't know what was wrong at first. They suspected I had been poisoned. They asked me if I suffered from heart problems, and I said no. They tested my blood pressure and it was 240/140!!!!!!!! They said my inflated stomach was either from poisoning or from my high blood pressure causing my heart to almost explode, although they said the latter was exceedingly rare. Without bothering to tell me or ask me, they quickly shaved a lot of hair off my chest (which I think was wholly unncecessary) and performed an EKG. The chief doctor came down and wouldn't let me go home. He said it would be "irresponsible" to let me leave the hospital with my blood pressure so high. He said the least that would happen is blood would go to my brain and damage it or even kill me. He put a patch (like a band-aid) of nitroglycerine on my chest to lower my blood pressure slowly. I was observed constantly and tested every half hour. As they had told me would happen, the nitroglycerine made my headaches increase dramatically. They got worse and worse, as did my nausea and my fever and my sweating and the intense, growing pain I felt all over my body. They also gave me some medicine to make me expel whatever poison I had been given. On my birthday, yesterday morning, about 10:30 am, my blood pressure finally went down enough where I could convince them to let me go home. Shortly after arriving home, an emergency doctor came to my home and performed another EKG and many other tests on me. He said that my high blood pressure had apparently caused two walls of my heart to thicken. Like the entire medical and intellectual community in Switzerland, he knew all about me, and my problems with the fascist U.S. government, and discussed them with me for quite a long time. He said that they were doing everything they could to kill me. He said that he, like my family doctor, believes that 100% of my hypertension is being caused by the unjust way I have been treated by the U.S. government, and the pressure of me, one little man, trying to fight such power and evil without anyone's help. He said that if I continue to fight them, it will surely kill me, but that that was a choice I would have to make. He said he fully understood how evil the U.S. government is today, but that I was playing with my life by trying to fight them. He said they are so evil, he doesn't think they'd ever let me win. He gave me some medication for high blood pressure, which I've been taking. What else can I do? I've tried everything else, and nothing works. Yesterday, on my birthday, I received a letter from the Supreme Court of Illinois, advising me that: a.) They have allowed the Attorney Registration and Disciplinary Commission (A.R.D.C.) of the Supreme Court of Illinois file their response to my complaint against attorney Williams J. Stevens ONE YEAR LATE; and, b.) They are denying my motion for them to force the A.R.D.C. to investigate my complaint against Stevens, which they have refused to investigate. Some birthday present, 'ey? As of this evening, my condition has improved just enough that I can type this one letter, which I am thankful for. So, I have survived another crisis, but I don't think I can survive many more. I'm still awaiting your response to the matter I set forth in my sound-letter several weeks ago. I hope all is well with you. Friendly, Michael