Happy birthday, Barbara. From all of us who refuse to forget you.
You are supposed to be celebrating 37 years, today.
Bill is in jail today, like he was last year on your birthday. The USA did all it could to fight for you in court. They pulled the story of what happened to you from the archives of the OIJ, translated it to English, and presented it in a court of law, so that now what was once secret is public information. The judge, of course, was unable to sentence Bill for a crime that was not one of the original charges, but believe me girl–everyone got the point.
I wish we had more to give you for your birthday, but this is what we hold in our hands.
I know you are very close, or you were. I would like to question the trees, the crocodiles, the owls. When I learn to speak their languages, I will.
Sleep sweetly, friend.