An unwelcome email from Jaco arrives:
Oom Frank, I am maybe going be in a documentry about my time in Scientology. A journalis from the BBC have phoned me. He says all I must do is tell him my story. I had a crash what they call a wreck in the US because the traffic lights doesn’t change like they say it will when I have become a Clear. They says I must pay them back for the other guy’s car because he was on green. They say I owe them $5,000 for the insurance. Oom jy moet my glo, dit is kak. Die hele ding is kak. Dit het absoluut niks omdien Die Here to doen nie. Oom, it is all shit, it’s just to make money. It has fuck all to do with God. It’s not a fucking church at all, just a bunch of mad people what believes you can fly to Mars by will power. When I ask them how you are supposed to breathe on this journey they says I have disrespected the founder Elron Hubbard. I have tried to speak to Tom Cruise because he is a nice guy but he says he does not take part in management decisions. He is walking to the tennis court for his coaching and he have no time to stop. I was sweeping leafs. I put my hand on his arm and one of the ouks with him pushes me away so I give him a broken nose and blood is pouring out and I run that night because I know I must find a way to phone you, Oom. I thank you and God for getting me out. A few days ago I speak with this journalis he phoned me again from London and he says he is filming a doccumentry about these people and he wants me to tell my story. I am living in Potch temporarally on the farm now but I want to take your advice on if I shall do this doccumentry. Like I say this journalist wants me to go to London to speak about what happened to me. He says the BBC will pay the flight. Maybe I can sell my story but you have to be careful with these people. I tried to bell your cell phone but it is not working. I want to speak with you urgently, Oom, please. Please bell me.
Alles van die beste, Jou neef Jaco
Jaco leaves his telephone number. I don’t reply. I have a strong feeling that he is trouble. He doesn’t know I am in Cape Town, and I don’t want a visit from him.