Soon after my last update, someone contacted me. They had found me
through this blog. They said that they know a lot about what’s been going on,
about the origin of the shoebox’s contents, and that this kind of a thing had
happened before, elsewhere. They promised to tell me more, on the condition that
I’d stop updating the blog. They said that this whole thing should be kept
secret and hinted that it could be dangerous, that there are people out there
who think that the contents of the shoebox can be very valuable and would be willing
to commit crimes to get hold of them. In a way it felt a lot like my nightmare
about the agent who came asking about the shoebox. Of course this was totally
different in many ways, but still, it reminded me of that, like the dream had
come true somehow.
I promised to think about what they’d told me. And I have. And
that’s the reason why there have been no updates for a while. They were
friendly enough, but the more I’ve thought about it, the more the whole thing
felt like a threat. And that really pisses me off. It’s a free country, and I
can write about anything I want in my own blog. And the shoebox and everything
in it came with the house, and thus it’s mine.
I’ve decided to keep updating the blog for now.