Latest update: Police have stopped by. I’m exhausted and I hope that I will get to sleep tonight. Now it is time to try to relax a little. Someone just (17:42) popped a message on my screen that I think was intended to reassure me (“game over”). At least I hope so. Okay, I know so.

Most recent update: 21 March 2026

From 12 March to 15 March 2026, my life was hit by a series of incidents after a local woman who apparently thought that she had known me for quite some time and was in a lesbian relationship with me – or was starting one – EXPLODED with fury when she realized that all her fantasies were just fantasies. She started taking revenge.

This was preceded by a few related minor incidents and a series of text messages that indicated that this woman is not well at all.

This – below – was the fifth incident, and it indicated that it concerned someone who seemed to think that she was in a relationship with me or whatever (google “orange peel theory”):

On 20 March 2026, she exploded again and retaliated. A mess was made, a large suitcase was taken – which supporte my spot; I won’t be able to stay there now – and the borowed sleeping bag with two fleeceblankets. This was because I had alerted yet another organisation about her; apparently this organisation informed her of this (too).

Then, the next morning, she made the mistake of stopping by to rub it in and confirm that she is behind all these incidents. She announced her presence with the sentence: “Je moet stoppen.” (“You have to stop.”) This was about me alerting people about her. Hammering home how out of touch with reality she is, she said: “We could have talked about it”. About her nutty text messages. About a stranger sending me batshit-crazy text messages and such, without there being a reason? I don’t think so. I just block such people and do my best to avoid them. (Eh, Anita? 😉 Me too.)

I have spoken with her maybe five times. She is someone’s neighbour, the someone being a woman who I don’t know really either.

I have been to her home once, literally for just a minute, and I’ll never know what moved me to accept her invitation to come upstairs for a moment – because why would I? – but I am glad that I did. I have never seen such a gigantic mess. She also showed me her bedroom which was pretty unbelievable. What a mess! What a mess.

She has hurt me, is inconveniencing me greatly and she is also costing me a lot of money.

Anita, she was also a little obsessed with you, I think. She calls you “die met de staart”. I have gotten pretty strange text messages from her and one said something like the following:

“Ik stond vandaag te praten met Anita en (I think it was) “Remco”. En ik dacht, ik weet lekker wie jij bent maar jij weet lekker niet wie ik ben.”

After she texted me that she felt that I was distancing myself – huh? – I texted back something like “Het zit zo, Esther: Gezien mijn omstandigheden vind ik het belangrijker om te focussen op wat ik nodig heb dan te focussen op wat jij nodig hebt”, because that this woman needed some kind of help was crystal-clear but I was not able to provide any to her yet she was burdening me with a lot of nonsense and I really needed to draw the line. I’d already blocked her on my phone at that point.

It’s not as if she was a friend. Friends going through a difficult time are a different matter.

After that, she called out to me in the street once and I did acknowledge her presence, but barely. I also texted “Fijne avond, Esther”, which I should not have done.

She has two accomplices, but I don’t know what role they play exactly.

One is a young, very unpleasant woman who calls herself Tim. She approached me on Timorplein once. I didn’t realize that she was related to this nonsense until she approached the following woman one time when I was chatting with her. She pretended that I was air on that occasion.

The other one is roughly the same age as herself. She is called Fenna and she too behaved in increasingly strange ways but initially seemed quite okay, albeit isolated and disappointed with life or sad and also often stressed.

My last encounter with that one was in a street between Dapperstraat and Pontanusstraat (the street closest to the windmill).

“How are you?” she asked in a really strange tone, as if I had been in hospital for six months or so or been away for years. Remember, she’s a stranger, not a friend. I had not been away. In her IRL conversations, she’d always made it a point to distance herself from me (or anyone else; it wasn’t personal). Then she made a rather cryptic comment :”Ik heb nog niet gereageerd. Het is niet(s) persoonlijk(s).” (“I haven’t responded yet, but it is nothing personal.”) I have no idea what that was about.

I replied with something vague. Then I apologized for needing to walk on, wanting nothing further to do with this woman either. I quickly walked on, feeling unsettled.

I have this woman’s last name too.

She’s actually used that phrase “sorry, I haven’t responded yet; it’s nothing personal” several times before. Strange, come to think of it.

I have alerted six organizations as well as the police about her situation.

Like I said, I did eventually manage to identify the nutty one. She has a KvK registration as “ES Amsterdam”. She has no name at the doorbell. Her name is Esther Schuitema and she is truly batshit-crazy. I’m quite concerned about her.

The experience has been very unsettling and I was quite scared as well as wary of people, until it became clear with absolute certainty who is behind the incidents. I got quite panicky a few times. Sorry. It was an awful experience.

I’ve ordered her to return the stolen items and I’m advising Anita to report the theft of her items to the police. The more people speak up about Ms Schuitema, the sooner she can get the assistance that she needs.

I apologize to everyone else who I’ve suspected or accused of being the perpetrator or who suffered side effects from this mess.

• Including Nelleke!

• And definitely Anita, who had already done far more for me than Esther, before the thefts started happening and after, Anita stepped up again. I didn’t want her to have to deal with this sordid mess too.
  
• I later asked another stranger for help and he stepped up instantly too. Thank you, Marcel and wife whose name I don’t know yet.

Nelleke did see a guy the other day. Marcel had also been looking out for me but hadn’t seen anyone.

An and Paul, however, engage in far too much othering for me to be able to still appreciate them. They seem to like looking down on people and are very naive, delusional about the state of the country and city that they are living in. (When I rang your doorbell – the very first time that I asked you for anything in an entire year – I was only trying to locate Anita because she had already offered her help in case part of what happened on 20 March would happen, which we – or she, I should say – had taken into account. I think that your response was despicable, Paul. You didn’t even let me finish my sentences.)

Most people just have or had no idea what to think of seeing Amsterdam’s reality on their doorstep. People have stood behind me, literally, talking out loud about me and mocking me. I did not turn around to see who it was and unfortunately thought that it was Nelleke. When Nelleke and I were cleaning up rubbish together one day, she said that she’d been living in Amsterdam all her life and it made me realize that it hadn’t been Nelleke who had been mocking me. Nelleke and I both had our own businesses in the past.

Initially, I did not know what to expect from people either. I worried that many might be hostile (because of all the demonising BS that the city of Amsterdam puts out, including Rutger Groot Wassink and Nynke Engelhard). This created a particular dynamic that was hard to navigate at times.

Below are the text messages I sent to Ms Schuitema after I got her to move on. She had stopped by specifically to pester me, addressed me and kept talking. (Nelleke, by contrast, just ignored me.) As you can see, Ms Schuitema still continues to read my text messages whereas I blocked her weeks ago.

PS
I have now updated police with this information too.

I have let Ms Schuitema know that I expect her to have returned all the stolen items by 8pm this evening (21 March 2026). I’ve offered her an alternative in case she’s already fenced it all and can’t get it back. Because of the lesbian idolation angle, I doubt that. The stolen items included clean and dirty underwear and – expressly taken – an old ladyshave, tweezers and nail clippers. It hardly can get any battier.

There is something else. A lot of people know about this. It includes an often abusive guy who’d been quiet for months and who was shouting out strange unintelligible noises at me again this morning, with some glee.

This went out this morning

Dag,

Door mw Esther Schuitema in te lichten over mijn mail van gisteren, hebt u ervoor gezorgd dat ze prompt weer ontplofte en wraak nam. (Dat is nu het zesde incident in de serie incidenten die volgde nadat ik haar op mijn mobiel blokkeerde.)

Ze was zo dom om vervolgens te bevestigen dat zij erachter zit. “We hadden erover kunnen praten”, zei ze. Over wat? Over de bizarre smsjes die ze stuurde? Haar obsessie met een Anita? “Die met de staart?” (“Ik stond vandaag met Anita te praten en ik dacht ik weet lekker wie jij bent en jij weet lekker niet wie ik ben”.) Haar vermeende lesbische relatie met een wildvreemde (ik) die ze op een dag tegenkwam?

Deze mevrouw Schuitema heeft dringend hulp nodig. Ik weet niet wat haar probleem is, maar a) ik kan het niet voor haar oplossen en b) het is absoluut fout van haar om zich te richten op mensen die ze als mentaal zwak beschouwt of waarvan zij rondbazuint dat ze mentaal zwak zijn, zoals arme oude dementerende vrouwtjes als ik, en zich daar op uit te leven omdat ze denkt dat die toch niet worden geloofd.

Ze heeft in mijn geval op het verkeerde paard gewed.

Ik raad u aan om uw klachtendossier eens goed te bekijken en op te komen voor mensen die zij zo makkelijk wel even de grond in stampt.

Nogmaals, ik weet niet wat haar probleem is en waarschijnlijk moet ik vooral compassie of medelijden met haar hebben, maar dat neemt niet weg dat andere mensen tegen haar in bescherming moeten worden genomen. U dient hierin als organisatie uw verantwoordelijkheid te nemen en uw cliënten te beschermen tegen dit soort kwaadwillende pseudo-hulpverleners die mensen bang maken zodat uw cliënten zich vaak niet durven uitspreken over dit soort mensen.

Met vriendelijke groet,

drs. Angelina W,M.G. Souren

bcc: Vijf eerder door mij hierover ingelichte partijen (naast de politie)