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Post by Lamumba on Mar 21, 2005 22:27:58 GMT -5
Kasai returns to his home in Kinshasa. He drives past old Belgium monuments of King Leopold II, the mark that they were once as a nation owned by another. These monuments lay in ruins in cemetaries and parks. King Leopold II turned what he called the "Congo Free State" into a labor camp. In his quest to produce rubber for his own wealth and for Belgium, he contributed death of perhaps 10 million innocent people.
Even after Belgium left, they left a legacy of legalized rape and robery for which we used as a template for our own governments...
Some people in the west think that Congo has always been bad off. That we were always poor and troubled. No, our problems are of European design.
But we do not complain. We silently try to rebuild our shattered cultures and countries.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 21, 2005 22:30:45 GMT -5
The five men have their way with Aleksandra for the next several hours, using her as they see fit. When they're finished, they throw her bruised and bloodied body out on the side of the road, then drive off, leaving her for dead.
((Admin:
Oh and Alejos. Dude, seriously, the major media outlets would not care about, let alone play your speech, which includes anywhere in the BBC, be it the front page or buried between two car advertisements. They *might* play it on a local public radio (not the national one), but that's a pretty big stretch too.
So yes, that isn't going to fly. No offense.))
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Mar 21, 2005 22:37:18 GMT -5
After a few hours, farmer drives by in his pickup and finds me on the side of the road.
He helps me into his truck and drives me home to his wife. They recognise who I am and call the police. When I wake up there are police, a doctor, and the farm couple in the room where I am sleeping. I am too ashamed to say what happened. I just keep quiet about what the soldiers did and say it was the Chechens. I tell the police to take me to Moscow to my family. I sleep most of the way.
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Post by Salome Weil on Mar 21, 2005 22:42:46 GMT -5
"Very well then. I will go to the protests myself, I will see you later." I smile and leave Nea and John, walking down to the large anti war rally. I search for fellow anarchists, but only see some anarchist youth. No one I am familiar with.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 21, 2005 22:49:54 GMT -5
The men arrive back at the base in Chechnya, and nobody asks what happened to Aleksandra, they all knew. The official report is that the Russians never found her at the warehouse and she is missing. When the men find out about her arriving back in Moscow, they panic, until they found out that she blames the Chechens for what happened. Sexist jokes are passed around the men, and these stories are passed off as mere rumors and crude jokes by the CO's.
-Meanwhile-
The CO wakes up, bottle in his hand, and drool on his desk. He gets up, storms out of his office in a fit of rage, and stops one of the soldiers in the hall.
"Where did that Israeli go?" The man stands at attention. "Sir, what Israeli, sir?" "The one who was just in my damned office, where is she? Where did she go?" "Sir, she left a few days ago, sir."
The CO stares off into the distance blankly, and says nothing for a good minute. The soldier stands in awkward silence at attention the whole time.
The CO returns to his office, and begins making phone calls and writing letters to his superiors.
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Mar 21, 2005 22:53:49 GMT -5
I am not sure why I lied about the soldiers. When I get back to Moscow, I am taken to a larger hospital for examination. The media is there asking me all kinds of questions about the experience and how I escaped. I don't give too many details, but when they find out what the doctors tell them there is public outrage that the dirty Chechens would violate me like that. I try not to think about it. "I need to go out drinking tonight." I tell my parents. Before they can tell me no, I leave. I just want to forget everything.
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Post by Ahti Lemminkainen on Mar 21, 2005 23:02:53 GMT -5
I am kind of bummed when I lose all of my money at the reindeer races.
I bet it all on one named Rudolph, when Comet took the race by far. Rudolph was slow ass slow too. It was embarassing.
That's the last time I'm playing any reindeer games.
I walk through Helsinki and see that there is some kind of parade going on. And hey, Steffan is there with a sign.
"Hey Steffan, I didn't know today was a holiday."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 21, 2005 23:15:47 GMT -5
Bassarov and Sakari leave with the others to listen to the speakers. "So I heard that Erich escaped Russia." Bassarov says to make conversation.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 21, 2005 23:41:22 GMT -5
new thread time.
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