Appealing for Return

Around the time of the close of my city ministry, and for some time thereafter, my office, my property, and my vehicles were ruthlessly raided (the raids even went under a concrete floor, inside a hi-fi set, inside picture frames, and so on). I offered a large reward for information on my personal notebooks, which is still "live" today. Two photo diaries were taken, too, which were quite extraordinary records. Some of my certificates. Old school books. Personal correspondence. My late wife's research. And hundreds if not thousands of items besides. OBSERVATION: I am appealing again for their return, or for any information on what happened to them, if you should know.

POSTSCRIPT: My late wife's remains were seized, too, together with a cremation certificate. She would surely find it funny. I didn't first mention it above, as it is painful to me.