Searched

It has been a week as seldom has been. Among other things, my personal papers were searched. The police called it a "gentle" intrusion, two large bolts having been expertly dismantled, and two locks gently opened. An estimated one-thousand personal papers were taken, in a briefcase. An estimated one-thousand personal papers besides, also in a briefcase, were sifted and dumped in a river. A box of personal letters was also searched, but not taken. Papers of my late wife Mirjam, stored next to mine, were left alone. Papers of my son, nearby, were also left alone. Valuables were opened up, too, but were left alone: for example, a compound microscope, and a CD collection. OBSERVATION: In a case like this, one opens a case with the police. This means that, if papers surface somewhere, or information contained in them, people will have some explaining to do. Sometimes police will hesitate to open a case, due to (next to) nil value of the goods, but it is essential.
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NOTE: Thanks to a blog reader who notes that I should give thanks -- meaning I think that God's blessing is in the midst of such things. And a postscript: thousands of papers more are as yet unaccounted for.