| 17 September 2008Open letter to Mrs Kate Healy
 Dear Madam,
 You will forgive my boldness, but after I read your comment (in an 
		interview to Expresso newspaper) concerning Goncalo Amaral, my husband 
		and the father of my daughters, I cannot avoid sending you these words 
		of gratefulness. For many years, I have been trying to make myself heard 
		in this sentiment that unites us both: "- as a professional and as a 
		person his behaviour has been a disgrace." Look at it closely:
 
 a) Professionally
 - As a Coordinator of Criminal Investigation for the Policia Judici?ia, 
		my husband has always refused to sit around from 9 to 5 in the 
		comfortable chair in his office, as his hierarchical status implies. 
		Instead, he spent the day (and very often, the night) with the 
		investigators on the terrain, coordinating searches, surveillances, 
		apprehensions and other diligences 'in loco'. A disgrace!
 
 But if it was only the fact that he was subject to the weather, it 
		wouldn't be serious, as our climate is not too bad, as you know. The 
		problem is that this dedication to the cause has earned him a non 
		promotion in his career. Indeed, I will explain this to you, even 
		because this case happened when the searches for your daughter were 
		under way. My husband applied to the category of Superior
 Coordinator, and in between drug apprehensions, sequestrations and 
		homicides, he somehow managed to produce a thesis about drug trafficking 
		by sea, which he defended in Lisbon, in front of a Jury that 
		congratulated him. Full of hope, Goncalo Amaral returns to the Algarve 
		and awaits the result. To his surprise, he was passed over by other 
		colleagues (real coordinators, truth be told),
 because he had not been able to score points in the "professional 
		formation" parameter.
 
 That's right, Mrs Kate, my husband spent his life working, involved in 
		complex investigations, he was the man who apprehended the highest 
		volumes of drugs in Portugal, but given the fact that he had no time to 
		go to Lisbon to parade himself up and down the corridors of the PJ's 
		Institute, he was not promoted. A disgrace, madam, a disgrace!
 
 - As you probably know, even because you seem like a very well informed 
		person to me, my husband's salary was less than 1.5 times the lowest 
		salary in your country. But as a wife, as a mother and as a Portuguese 
		citizen, I can't complain, because Goncalo Amaral's salary was equal to 
		4.5 times the lowest salary in Portugal. But pay attention to the 
		following, which is an example of what I'm going to explain next:
 
 At some point, an individual shoots a member of the PSP [urban police] 
		and flees into neighbouring Spain. A PJ team follows him, including my 
		husband. They stayed there for over two weeks. Now at that time, the 
		international expense coverage was around 100 euros. As you can easily 
		imagine, it's not possible to sleep and eat in Spain with this amount of 
		money, much less shortly before Christmas and taking into account that 
		the value will only be paid at around Easter time (if one's lucky).
 
 But Goncalo Amaral never refused, not even for one day, to search for 
		the
 escaped murderer, relaying the expenses onto our family accounts. And 
		this is just one example among many. At some point in time, I suggested 
		that we should create a fund or something similar to deal with these 
		extraordinary expenses, but he never listened to me. You see, we also 
		have mortgages to pay around here- A disgrace, Mrs Kate, a disgrace!
 
 b) As a person, his behaviour has also been a/ disgrace/, because to 
		begin with we could never distinguish that he even had a personal life, 
		due to the manner in which he dealt with the profession that he 
		embraced. But if my good friend Mrs Kate allows me, I can offer you some 
		examples:
 
 - 5 years ago, a child named Joana "disappeared". Her mother, just like 
		you, Mrs Kate, tried to project the case into the media, but she didn't 
		make it any further than SIC- Eight days later, came the confessions and 
		the evidence: during an incestuous act between mother and uncle, the 
		child was beaten, then dismembered and her body dumped who knows where.
 Mother and uncle went to jail, in a process that was coordinated by 
		Goncalo Amaral and which earned them almost 20 years in jail, each. But 
		let us go a bit back in time. The child died on the 12th of September. 
		On Christmas eve, our family was reunited for prayer, when my husband 
		asked me to prepare a bag with some food and warm clothes, because he 
		had not carried out his Christmas act of penance.
 
 Can you, Mrs Kate, 
		imagine where Goncalo Amaral went on that Christmas night under heavy rain and thunder? He went to the Olh? 
		Prison, where Jo? Cipriano, Joana's uncle, a confessed murderer and a 
		clinically diagnosed psychopath, is detained. According to my husband, 
		to simply offer an alimony to some beggar was not a sacrifice to him. 
		The fact that he embraced and shared his Christmas meal with Jo? 
		Cipriano was the sacrifice that he offered to God, in memory of Joana. 
		Is this not a disgrace? You should also know that every year, on the 
		12th of September, my husband has a mass celebrated in memory of Joana
 Isabel Cipriano Guerreiro. He says that nobody will ever remember the 
		poor little girl again. Right, but they remember to unjustly accuse him 
		of actions and crimes that he never committed. Isn't this a disgrace, 
		Mrs Kate?
 
 - There is a last episode that I will report to you, one that I still 
		find hard to talk about. Last year, in May, we started to move our 
		family to Portim?. My husband was supposed to enjoy a holiday period 
		starting on the day after your daughter's disappearance. "For obvious 
		reasons" that didn't happen. I started on a new job, looked for a house, 
		moved house, and tried to integrate our daughters in new schools and new 
		routines. All of this I did alone, without any help from my
 husband, who for obvious reasons, was looking for your daughter,
 
 Mrs Kate. In October, 
		on his birthday, a week after our daughters started school, Goncalo 
		Amaral was dismissed and returned to Faro. This was supposed to be the 
		time of the family's reunion and it turned out to be another separation. 
		Isn't this a disgrace?    Our daughters never 
		managed to understand, and we never managed to explain to them what obvious reasons were those that rewarded 
		in this manner a father who left his own daughters to go looking for a 
		child that he had never met and whose parents had neglected her. It was 
		a pity that my dear friend Mrs Kate was not around anymore at that date, 
		because you could have been very helpful to me in explaining these 
		"obvious reasons" that led to their father's dismissal, to our 
		daughters. Finally, I can only report to you that intimately, Goncalo 
		Amaral is precisely what the latinos are famed for: shameless, as my 
		prudency does not allow me to write any further.
 I ask you, my good friend, to forgive these confidences from a wife and 
		mother, but I'm certain that you will understand.
    I finish this letter 
		asking you to send your mother my most sincere praises. She sounded so sincere to me, when during an interview she referred that 
		she felt like slapping the face of the person who left her grandchildren 
		alone. She spoke so openly that she sounded like a genuine Portuguese 
		grandmother-
 
 My dear friend Mrs Kate, without wishing to bother you any further, I 
		would like to request one last favour from you: now that you have 
		started to tell some truths, please continue, and let the world hear the 
		truth that it has been waiting for.
 Best regards,
 Sofia Leal
 Wife and Mother of the Daughters of Goncalo Amaral
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