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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 4, 2005 18:18:23 GMT -5
"I know, I forgot to shave this morning... But it's kinda hard when I didn't even know where I was until we were on the plane." Sakari replies.
"Hey Yev, do you know the border patrol, then?" I ask. "Da, we have pretty deep roots within the military. We have more to offer than the bankrupt government." "Ah..." I reply, seeing that as a mixed blessing... We get to Chechnya, good, Russian military is controlled by the mob, bad. "What's the difference if we run them, or if the government runs them? We both want the same thing, power." The man replies. "Yeah that's a good point... I'm not saying that you guys having your finger in the military pie is a bad thing, I mean it's getting us to our destination and everything." I say, now looking out the window vacantly.
"So how are you cats doing?" Sakari asks Lysander and Cambridge.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 4, 2005 18:18:38 GMT -5
"But, every single moment we wait gives the chance that Mr. Bassarov will be killed, right? I mean, we know hes in trouble, probably very bad. Can we really aford to waste any more time? I mean, its up to you guys, its your call."
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 4, 2005 18:21:48 GMT -5
"I guess we can see how we feel once we get there. After 12 hours of traveling I don't think I'll feel much like taking care of the mission, but I know its important. I just don't want to botch things up. If we aren't at our best we could get captured."
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 4, 2005 18:23:23 GMT -5
"Then maybe we take a snooze now..."
I lay my head back. Time goes faster when you sleep.
"Wake me when we get there."
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 4, 2005 18:24:30 GMT -5
"Right-o, we'll wake you up when we get there. Pleasant dreams."
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Post by Yong on Apr 4, 2005 18:28:18 GMT -5
Bae Yong has been busy gaurding the presidential palace this week. Ever since the invasion of Syria a few weeks ago, there has been an endless flow of foreign visitors to the palace. People from Iran, Pakistan, Syria, Chechnya, and even Cuba and Venezuela have come to meet with the Party Secretary. He wonders why they are here and what they are meeting about. He imagines that they must be here because of the security threat posed to the world by the Americans.
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Post by Lamumba on Apr 4, 2005 18:35:32 GMT -5
Kasai is invited to Sierre Leone by the former leader there. The president was ousted by a coup sponsored by a multinational company. Now the company's henchmen rule the country and their private army have taken control of the diamond mines. Kasai takes a private plane to Sierre Leone and travels to the country side mansion of the exiled president. He enters his home and is warmly welcomed. The two leaders talk late into the evening about the threat of armed corporations.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 4, 2005 18:37:11 GMT -5
The truck travels late into the night for the long journey to Chechnya.
"I think Lysander is cool, I think you two would make swell friends." Cambridge says to Sakari once Lysander is sound asleep.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Apr 4, 2005 18:46:23 GMT -5
Heikki spends the afternoon litter training Cadburry. He isn't sure if the young bunny gets the concept of pooping in a box. He can only hope. Having a pet has impacted his mood in a strange way. He feels...more alive. He feels happy. He shakes his head and figures the happiness is fleeting. For now, taking care of the small rabbit gives him something to do in an otherwise boring life.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Apr 4, 2005 18:48:53 GMT -5
I am a little surprised that she's able to throw out such intellectualism in this kind of situation, and that makes me impressed, and even more interested in this person. I run with it.
"I agree, people underestimate the importance of roots. It's used to justify why humans could never live outside of capitalism, as this confining thing. But what they should look at it as is a tree that is constantly expanding."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 4, 2005 18:53:16 GMT -5
Sakari smiles.
"Yeah I agree. Lysander is a cool cat." I say, rubbing my eyes. I feel like today was a completely useless day, since I woke up on a plane, and am getting tired in a truck. I pull out my gameboy, which doesn't have a backlit screen, so I can't play it anyways. "Hey Yev, would you mind if I hit this light back here?" "Yes I would."
End of argument. Sakari puts the gameboy away, sadly. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to play tetris, but oh well... Hey Yev, are there any hotels that aren't bombed out by the Russians?"
"In Grozny? Probably not." He replies, not getting the hint that I'm asking him if there's a place we could stay. I yawn.
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Post by Salome Weil on Apr 4, 2005 18:55:15 GMT -5
"It has been an interesting time, but I am going to leave. I would like to stay, but it is against who I am and the life I have lived thus far. It is a patch in the quiltwork of my traditions. It may not be the anarchist thing to do, but ideas must be rooted in our experience as a human. Politics are not a prescription for all people have seperate experiences. The true anarchist is the one who sees this, accepts the paradoxes in who they are and what they believe, and knows that this makes for their individual political landscape. Goodnight Mr. Kropotkin."
I pull away, take my things and leave, feeling confident in my decision. I return to my room and pack. I will have to return to France tomorrow.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 4, 2005 18:57:12 GMT -5
The truck arives in Grozny at 3am. The driver tells us that some aid workers have a hostel and we could try to stay there.
"Wake up Lysander, we're here."
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Apr 4, 2005 18:59:03 GMT -5
"Hello! Help me! Does anyone care that I am stuck here in this terrible place being held hostage. I'm hungry! I need a shower and some deodorant. I smell like a highschool boy's soccer team... Hello!" I shout out.
When no one answers I become frustrated and imagine happy times, like mall shopping and my first furr coat.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 4, 2005 19:06:08 GMT -5
Bassarov hears the woman once again. She sure is loud and demanding he thinks. He decides that he will try to talk to her since he is dieing of boredom in his lonely room.
"Hello..hey, so you're in here too. Who are you? I've been meaning to talk to you." He calls out to the other hostage.
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