In 2005 we, a newly composed family 4 children, had a dream. You know, like a lot of people, immigrate to a country a bit similar like ours, but more sunny ; France, a sunny Holland with a stunning nature. A campsite nearby a little river.
We left, living temporarily in a caravan. Temporarily became 2 years, a caravan a fungous gîte and later a rented house which was only possible by filling in an enormous amount of forms and copying every piece of identity papers we possesed.
However, we met one day a very friendly bank manager, fishing in the river, who warned us absolutely not to buy the campsite. Because there were major problems with the access bridge and therefore the campsites permit. To long to explain, but briefly, we were mislead by the 'charming' saleswoman who by the way, also was a fellow country-mate. We luckily cancelled the sale... with the necessary costs.
Systematic threats followed by the husband of our 'lovely' saleswoman, a guy who 's business seems to be selling stuff falling from trucks. And on a sunny afternoon he send our cat to heaven and a few days later managed to get us questioned on a police station referring to have stolen some imaginary goods. I would' t believe it if you told me if I wasn't part of the story.
Meanwhile, we tried to live of the little money that was left and started a procedure to recover our (fortunately by notary ) secured money. Even in court of law the judges confirmed that they have to refund. Nevertheless they refuse. I'm more than incomplete, but the file now after 10! years has become to an amount of 5 officemaps.
Our marriage began to shake, our children suffered. I can hear some of you say; go back, go back to Holland. Unfortunately that was not possible any more. Money gone, no place to stay, no way back. Finally, with our last bit of money and a morgage we bought a little old very dirty 'fermette'.
Now, after more than 10 years our family has recovered. We renovated house, garden with our own hands, blood, sweat and a lot of tears. So, we could stay here to high age. (we were young and unobtrusive in the sixties). Still are, I hear some of you think. Yes, maybe so, but (untill last week any way) we were happy. Growing our own vegetables and fruits, living and working mostly outside, enjoying our curing, deafening silence unaware of a troubled world.
However... Last week finally in Court a judge ruled, ignoring the previously, definite judgement, and except losing our secured money, we also have to pay €70.000. Just a judgement without any explaination. The amount includes 5 % interest and a as a gift he ajusted once more 5%. Two legal errors.
Maybe this case was to complicated to understand in to little time, he tossed and we lost.
We want real justice. We can't apply for cassation without paying first the €70.000 and wait again at least 5 years (lack of judges) for a judgement. Justice for the rich...
And does anyone of you seriously think that after those 5 years there will be one penny left to collect ?
Let this be a wise lesson for all who wants to emigrate. Even though France seems to be just a sunnier Holland. Their culture, bureaucracy and even state of law is essentially different. After 10 years, I can write more than one book about it.
We cannot pay €70.000, so our house will probably be sold by execution. We soon will literaly stand on the street with our couch and not sitting behind our window with flowerpots like most people of our age.
The only real solution is to pay and fight back, get a cassation.
That's why I hope that, despite the fact that of course there are always worse disasters, there are loving people who care, wants to help raise the €70.000. Smal money, money, interest-free loan, we will be grateful. Legal advice. Please help us.
What can we offer you in return ? Advice, better than we received, and much experience if you have plans to immigrate. And for larger donations some nights in our spare room with a delicious meal, all is negociable.
But above all, eternal gratitude and friendship. Not much, but very well meant.