Someone who works cases like my mother’s told me something that stuck. The facts of a case reach people’s heads. It is the family that reaches their memory. People do not remember case numbers. They remember a mother, and a son who is still looking for her.
So I have written her a letter. It is addressed to her, and to anyone who might remember her, as Alysha, as Krsangi, or as Yami, in Miami, in Los Angeles, or in the Hare Krishna community. It says what I know, what I do not, and what I am asking of you.
The letter now sits at the heart of this site. You can reach it from the front page, or from “The Letter” at the top of every page.
If it reaches you, do one of two things. Tell me what you remember, or pass it on to one more person. Somewhere between me and the person who knows the truth is a chain of shares, and you might be a link in it.