Journey into Disaster by NOKBEW™

1.05. Damn, where is the problem?

At the same time as the interrogation of the boys in the chamber.

I cannot follow the drama in the narrow chamber, the suffering of the children and the two policewomen. CIDG Officer Villanova appears in the office - rumbling and gasping. He slams the door, rudely puts my backpack at my feet, briefly opens the door to the chamber, says a few words - incomprehensible to me - and shakes his head in the direction of Ma'am Papillio. Before Villanova closes the door of the chamber, I clearly hear an "Okay" from Ma'am Papillio.

Her "Okay" sounds like it has been sung: short "O" and long "Kay." An "Okay" that women usually use when they do not agree with something, actually don't like, or think and want just the opposite.

Officer Sarang nods to me in relief and quickly raises his right thumb, unnoticed by Officer Villanova and the policewomen. I have neither the nerves nor the imagination to understand the connection to CIDG Officer Villanova's speech, Ma'am Papillio's "Okay" and Officer Sarang's thumbs up.

I also don't have time to think about it for long or ask any questions because Officer Villanova is now in front of me. He has something of a monkey. The robust, stout body. His slightly too long arms with the big hands. Its missing neck with a square head. In addition, there are the short legs and a trained body, but beer belly and baldness. Well, primates probably don't have the latter. I notice in the cold neon light that he is not fat. He is just built like that! Villanova grins broadly and presents incomplete teeth. At the same time, he briefly lifts the backpack and says: "It's quite heavy."

"This is the SLR camera with the lens." I answer without looking up. I prefer to keep what I think: It's none of your business, brutal idiot!

Under his left arm is a tablet PC. At first I thought it was mine, but now I realize that this is a no-name product.

Villanova tries to speak understandable English: "I read you the Miranda Doctrine in the hotel room."

I get annoyed: "That what? Minrinda, Maranda what please?"

Officer Villanova gasps impatiently: "You have the right to remain silent."

I scoff: "I can't remember, because - I guess - I was busy with other things."

Officer Villanova is upset: "Your situation is anything but funny."

I answer bitterly: "I got it, sir! From what, damn it, do you blame me?"

Officer Villanova grins confidently at his victory and taps the back of the tablet: "You will find out in a moment. But first, I read again the Miranda Warning, or as we say, the Miranda Doctrine. So that I, as your arresting officer - that is the officer who arrested you - do not get into trouble. We never know! Foreigners, big money, private attorneys!" He laughs maliciously.

I don't understand his chatter, but I still know how to translate what I last heard into my German language: Foreigners, pockets full of money, private attorney.

Angry, I ask: "What are you talking about?"

Villanova points to the policemen: "Officer Sarang and Officer Pangutana are my witnesses."

The two young policemen nod a little without looking up from their desk work. Villanova takes a deep breath, looks at the paper in his hand and begins to read. His chest swells, his English is lousy:

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?"

I think during his eager reading: What else do I have to endure?

Nevertheless, I translate what I understand into my language.

After a few minutes, Villanova finally ends his speech. Suddenly, I'm dog tired. "Are you talking to me? With us?" He looks serious.

Immediately I am wide awake again: "I want! But finally tell me what is the problem?"

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