Dear Editor,
A few days after Irma passed, my hut was aggressively cleaned out by a powerful friend L., literally cleaned out, everything not on the shelves went outside.
Going carefully through what came out I salvaged shirts, pants, towels, electrical wire and some odds and ends. Only one thing is missing. It is my old hard drive in a special box that lights up when on. It was on a shelf by my laptop table.
It holds hundreds of pictures, stories, movies, music, all from an old ancient HP computer that was falling apart. An IT shop took the hard drive out and put it in the box. I have the power cable and the special, different from all others, USB connecting cable. The cables are on the spot where the box used to be, but the box is gone.
It went missing after the 20 men with bulletproof vests, guns, uniforms and civilian-dressed anti-loot delegation came to visit me. I kid you not.
I was not in the room when it happened. I sat in my car and a young lady friend and a man friend were around. Me in the car with my iron leg, at the gate of the yard, door wide open when the leader of the group started questioning the young lady.
I interrupted the light-skin man with a balding head and glasses without rim, and told him that I was living here, not the other two visiting friends. When asked why they came to see me, the man said he had information to go search the “green house” as my house is painted green. I gave the man immediately permission to go see inside, to find nothing. I am one of the most honest people on the island I told him, and how anybody had recommended to come see me is an enigma.
I think that the leader of the group confiscated my hard drive to find compromising information. That he won’t find because there is none.
How do I go about to ask the man if he has it and how can I get it back? Hundreds of pictures my ex would love to get on a memory stick, hundreds of movies I have not seen downloaded years ago. Playing them when the Internet was down, I miss that box so much that it hurts bad now that it is gone. Years of memories are on it. In case the anti-loot delegation has it, let me know that I bring the charger and connecting USB cables to help you check it out.
If anyone from the anti-loot group reads this, please give me (number known by redaction) or the redaction of this paper a call, I swear I would be forever grateful, and so will my friends who want their pictures.
Chamba Chada
