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On Monday last week, my world took a sinister turn. I was on horseback when my father called me from Taiwan to tell me that he was getting married and that I could not inform anyone else about this for the time being. The woman in question is a new friend he met only two months ago during his latest journey in the US where he visited - and was taken in by - the New Age community and network. She calls herself Joy Ayo Tang.

In a chat to me, Joy asked me if it was okay if she invited my father over to Taiwan. I said it was, as I was happy for his new friendship. The man who returned two weeks later, however, had undergone a complete transformation of character. The voice of Arne Victor Garvi, the idealistic man who hungered for utopia and set up Eden Foundation in West Africa together with his wife Bettan, was now buried under layers of mockery and self-disgust.

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When he called me exactly one week ago, he told me that neither I nor my siblings would be attending the wedding. Instead, he asked me to blog about Joy. I told him that I would have to meet her then, and soon after, my brother and I took the first plane from Africa to meet with my father and Joy, who were attending the Transmediale.10 conference in Berlin.

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We joined my sister in Berlin yesterday morning and went to see my father at his hotel.  We got to talk to many Voices that I did not recognize nor appreciate, but my father’s voice got through too and I am so glad I got to wrap my arms around him and tell him how much I love him. Dad, I will always love you. You are precious to me, no matter what!

Joy called me on the phone this morning and I have asked to meet. She has not responded, so I am still waiting for her reply.

My heart bleeds this week, but sometimes, nightmares are for real. All I know, is that the angels are on our side and that God has a card up his sleeve.

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