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Villanova moves with his finger the text on the screen up: “Read paragraph (b).”
I do what Villanova advised me. But before I’m reading paragraph (b), I’m skimming the headline:
Other Acts of Neglect, Abuse, Cruelty or Exploitation and Other Conditions Prejudicial to the Child’s Development.
As far as my concentration allows, I am translating in my language to understand. Then I’m moving paragraph (a) up out of the screen and skimming paragraph (b):
(b) Any person who shall keep or have in his company a minor, twelve (12) years or under or who is ten (10) years or more his junior in any public or private place, hotel, motel, beer joint, discotheque, cabaret, pension house, sauna or massage parlor, beach and/or other tourist resort or similar places shall suffer the penalty of prision mayor in its maximum period and a fine of not less than Fifty thousand pesos (P50,000): Provided, That this provision shall not apply to any person who is related within the fourth degree of consanguinity or affinity or any bond recognized by law, local custom and tradition or acts in the performance of a social, moral or legal duty.
I understand the text only in parts. What I’ve heard is overwhelming and I have real problems to put this in my brain.
Ma’am Papillio and ma’am Tolisan are a well-coordinated team. The wordless communication between the two can hardly be interpreted by outsiders. Especially not for children. They decide to ask the crucial questions, despite the late hour and the condition of the children. Ma’am Papillio and ma’am Tolisan move up close to the children and lower their heads as if to discuss a secret. Unconsciously, the children do the same.
Ma’am Papillio asks softly: “Does your big friend Tommy done strange things with you?”
Ma’am Tolisan adds kindly: “Such things that kids should not do.” She’s stretching her arms now, playing tiredness and artificially yawning: “Such private things. You know what I mean.”
Ma’am Papillio wants to know: „Did Tommy touch your private body parts?“
I observe that the kids are shaking their heads, being silent and staring on the floor.
Aboy is the first who speaks. In an aggressive tone he answers honestly: “No!”
Ma’am Tolisan speaks maternal and trustful: “Tommy has a very nice photo camera. It looks expensive!”
Ma’am Papillio interrupts ma’am Tolisan: “Did Tommy take photos of you?”
Ma’am Tolisan becomes louder: “Without any clothes, picture when you are nude?”
„No! No! No!“ the boys answer simultaneously.
Aboy is outraged, jumps up and screams: “Why should Tommy do that?”
The little Dan sobs a little bit, but doesn’t cry.
Sam is also upset, but says only „No!“ and shakes uninterrupted his head wildly.
Phil holds his hand in front of his mouth. He has big eyes and looks scared.
It seems he keeps a secret. Ma’am Papillio mentally interprets the gesture. Phil stays continuously silent.
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1.05. Damn, where is the problem?
I can’t longer follow up the drama in the narrow chamber, the suffering of the children and also the two police women. At the same time as the tough questioning of the children, CIDG officer Villanova appears in the office, rumbling and puffing. He slams the door and rudely puts my backpack at my feet. He briefly opens the door to the chamber, says a few — for me not understandable — words and shakes his head towards ma’am Papillio. Before Villanova closes the door of the chamber, I clearly hear an “okay” from ma’am Papillio.
It is a sung okay. Short “O”, and an long “Kay”. An “okay” that women usually use when they agree to something, but actually do not like or want, or thinking exactly the opposite.
Officer Sarang nods to me in relief and quickly raises his right thumb, unnoticed by officer Villanova and the policewomen. I have absolutely no nerve or the imagination to understand the connection between CIDG officer Villanova, the “okay” from ma’am Papillio and officer Sarang’s gesture.
I don’t have time to think about the “okay” or asking any questions, because officer Villanova is now standing in front of me. He has something from an ape. The sturdy build. The somewhat too long arms with the big hands. His missing neck with a square head. In addition, the short legs and a trained body, but beer belly and bald head. Well, the latter probably doesn’t have a primate. He’s not fat, I’m realize in the cold neon light, he’s just built in that way!
Villanova grins broadly and presents incomplete teeth. At the same time, he briefly lifts the backpack and states: “It’s pretty heavy!“
The woman I don’t like has meanwhile disappeared from the doorway to outside the office. I hear the drowsy and muffled talking of the children and the questions of Ma’am Papillio. Ma’am Tolisan, she is now wearing reading glasses on the tip of her nose, is silent and busy typing the computer-keyboard. Sometimes, apparently when Ma’am Papillio has to repeat questions, it gets a little louder and I understand almost everything that is being said in the chamber. My Visayan language skills are sufficient.
Ma’am Papillio: “You do not know how old you are?”
Aboy: “I know that, but I just forgot!”
Ma’am Papillio: “Okay.”
A short time later, Ma’am Papillio asks: “You do not know your mother’s birth name?”
Phil: “No, but she has same name as my grandma.”
A while later, Jan gets loud: “We all live in the village and are all neighbors and friends.”
Ma’am Papillio: “What’s the name of the Barangay, the part of the village?”
Jan: “Well, village, village by the sea.”
“Laog!” Sam answers cheeky.
“Tahag!” countered Jan.
“That is the border to Laog,” replies Sam seriously and adds: “We all live in the Laog part of the village.”
A short time later, Sam himself gets in a pretty pickle. Ma’am Papillio: “So how many siblings do you have now?” I’m watching Sam counting with his fingers and hear the result: “Eight, no nine, but I don’t even know a sister!” Sam says sadly: “Because she died as a baby.” Suddenly he starts howling: “I wanna go home!” He sobs loudly. Ma’am Papillio hands him a paper towel, speaks calmly to Sam and can calm him down quickly. ….
It is chaotic, very noisy and overcrowed in the room. But nobody wake up the children. It seems, the room is too turbulent now for the policeman beside me. He has a brief eye contact with the policewoman, and my transportation happen. The Officer suddenly takes my hands, which are tied up in my back, and pushes me out of the room. Some people follow and of course the camera to capture the news of the year.
The woman — which I opened — is now breathing much more calmly. She is roaming around in the room with many others. I look briefly in her face, but she smiles contentedly and takes permanently photographs of the children with her smartphone. I see the three beds standing next to each other with the children still deeply asleep.
Goodbye children. What will happen now?
The stupid Officer pushes and pushes and the camera greedely filming all. He suddenly pulls my arms, until it cracks in the shoulder joints and hurts. I’m moaning in pain. Then he claps his sweaty left paw on my neck and pushes my head down. Clapping the neck wasn’t necessary, because just by pulling up my arms and the subsequent stabbing pain in the shoulders I’m bending forward. I never had been arrested in my life and never could experience of wearing handcuffs. Well, I am not sure if this is the special Philippine police grip. In any event, we are, the small fat proud philippines policeman and the bent German Colossus, absolutely media suitable. ….
Woman circles in a swarm — that reminds me of Vulture, that fly over the prey — around the beds. Constantly I hear this “Oh, my gosh!” in these extremely annoying, pointed tones.
It is an abnormal situation. The five boys sleep deep in underwear (two without T-shirt too) and are filmed by countless cell phones, cameras and the professional camera. The children can neither protect themselves nor defend still contradiction. They simply sleep, despite the chaos and noise level around them. Nobody shows respect for the privacy of the children.
Although it roars in me, but I’m whispering my words: “You are crazy? Stop taking pictures. Let the children alone. They sleep. What Woman circles in a swarm — this reminds me of Vulture, that fly over the prey — around the beds. Constantly I hear this “Oh, my gosh!” in these extremely annoying, pointed tones.
It is an abnormal situation. The five boys sleep deep in underwear (two without T-shirt too) and are filmed by countless cell phones, a pocket camera and the professional camera. The children can neither protect themselves nor defend still contradiction. They simply sleep, despite the chaos and noise level around them. Nobody shows respect for the privacy of the children.
Although it roars in me, but I’m whispering my words: “You are crazy? Stop taking pictures. Let the children alone. They sleep. What — damn! — do you want?”
“Don’t talk!” response strictly the young policewoman.
The cameraman films on uninhibited the children and the (supposed) perpetrator in full screen. My distorted face is zoomed into full screen again and again. Like this — really like this! — they love it here in the TV news. Action TV pure, rescue operation, chaos and shouting in the hotel room, a foreigner in handcuffs, police and small Filipino children. For the TV channel everything is exclusive, because there is no other TV-team or reporter here. ….