In 1990, just before university lecture started a fellow student of mining invited herself to my room (couch – bed – desk). Annabelle van Roosmalen. She said she wanted to study. I did not know what to do with this: why study before any lecture began? Did she want to make a move on me? Did she need help? I was not attracted to her, but concluded she needed my help for something.

She was sitting on my couch while she was socalled studying. It was on the couch and not behind my desk. She did not know anything. I did not touch her. She waved her hand. She left. We then spoke at the door of my room and never actually ever again, until an e-mail in 2025 popped up.

I still dont understand what her purpose then was. I never liked her attitude at all and knew she was trouble and thought she needed a social confirmation or support. I tried to comfort her. I did not understand why she chose me to ‘study.

Later on she declared that I raped her. Or intended to. She never told me of this! She told all the other students. But not me. So it never came up to tell my side of the story because of complete disbelief. Complete delusional from her side. Borderline? Or psychotic or worse, maybe forensic? Completely nothing occured between me and her. No intent. No act. No touch. No force. No crime. No persistence. No desire. No contact. What the hell happened in that crazy mind of hers? Just innocence. For 35 years I was somewhat unaware, she can’t get fame. For fictional delusions.