Journey into Disaster by NOKBEW™

1.01. Arrested

The conversation at the glass door ended immediately because there is someone who believes that talking at night under camera light is useless. At the moment this older man loses his patience, claps his sweaty hand on the glass door, pushes the door into the room, the woman with the quick breathing aside, me in the room and on the wall. He presses his left hand on my chest and keeps me at a distance. In his right hand, a high-gloss chrome-plated automatic glows and sparkles in the lights of the camera and flashlights. I really have no idea about weapons, but it could be a caliber.45. Shocked, I'm looking directly into the gun. I have solidified into a pillar of salt - standing still. Absolutely without movement. The crowd crowded into the room and the little older woman - who probably knocked on the door - the guy with the automatic gun, a young policewoman and me on the left wall. The wall opposite the three beds has the usual things of a hotel room: desk, flat sideboard with Samsung TV, and the tiny refrigerator. Suddenly, the policeman turns me to the wall. He professionally turns my arms in my back and a few seconds later I feel the cold steel on my wrists. These are indeed not pleasant noises when the handles slide over the notches of the handcuffs - and they glide damn painfully to the stops.

Resistance is pointless! The uninvited guests made it very clear that they did not want to talk.

A real cinema scene in which I am the main actor. Everything recorded? I want to shout out my thoughts, but I remain silent. Definitely a local station. I read "ABC-PTV" on the plastic cover of the camera in the lights of the flashlights.

The boys! I remember.

But the boys don't notice the chaos in the room. They sleep the sleep of the righteous. Like children sleeping. A volcano could erupt or a high-gloss automatic weapon could be fired. They won't wake up anytime soon.

I'm not surprised that the little boys sleep so deeply after the activities during the day. The exhausting bus ride to Tugalm City, the visit to the shopping mall and lunch there. But the highlight of the day was the fun in the hotel's large pool area.

The woman from the door and a few other women, presumably hotel employees, stare at the sleeping boys. I see that they only wear underwear. The crowd holds their hands in front of their mouths or gestures wildly with their arms and screeches hysterically in unison: "Oh, my God!"

These absolutely artificial and annoying screams make me aggressive. Shut up stupid bitches! Why are you screaming so loudly here? Is it the underwear? Millions of children around the world sleep like this. No one is naked! There is absolutely no reason to make such a disgusting theater.

I am silent and there are - of course - bigger problems at the moment.

After the latches have slid over the notches on the left and right, the huge, flashing chrome automatic disappears immediately. They probably realize that I'm not aggressive, but cooperative and calm. The young policewoman - she has high-tied hair and wears a dark blue uniform - contributes to the immediate relaxation of the situation. Her natural, believable smile is far more effective than any giant weapon. This smile contrasts with the smile of the stout woman, who now breathes a little more calmly, and the arresting officer, who has put all his pride - the automatic - between belt and beer belly in his pants. The frozen smiles of these two people turn their faces into grimaces. Disgust and hatred sparkle in their eyes.

The room, however, is getting full.

Where do all these people come from? Damn! What is so very interesting here?

Panic grips me.

I'm still pushed into the corner of the glass front and the wall with furniture and TV. It is difficult to focus on the policewoman's questions. There are already chaotic scenes in the room. However, the children sleep the sleep of the righteous.