I write this in Enghlish because I feel to do. It is a pity that I heard the news yesterday that you were dead. We saw it all coming. I remeber a photo from the kleuterschool where you on with my brother because you were from the same age. You lived in de Jozefwijk so we knew each other and went to the same basic school. Later I met you when I was around 23 yeurs old in the Duysent vreesen a youth bar and we got again friends. Then we went with an other friend to Poland in 1985 I believe. It was a great time and we saw a lot of Polisch girls and ofcourse Vodka. We went several times and we made some mistakes but overall it was a greatl time. The people in Poland invited us as kings and we felt as that.
We decided to stay maybe for the rest of our lives rebels and we did not agree with society that I can say I think. But I know we were friends in the hart but our roads seperated because of your choices.
You married a nice woman who kept you a while on the raod but you decided different. So rest Fons and I will remember you in a good way. You can be proud on your son.

Beste Fons,

Treurig dat het zo is gegaan. Al het moeilijke is nu voorbij. Rust zacht.