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2.22. Angry boys
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They are looking for protection, Ma’am Papillio thinks. She and Ma’am Tolisan are shocked by the condition of the five children. All have tears in their eyes.
Dan and Phil suddenly cry accusingly. Thick crocodile tears run down their cheeks. Sam, Aboy and Jan are angry and excited. Jan sits next to his little brother Dan and comforts him, but he continues to howl and sob uninhibited. Jan looks to the policewomen and seeks for help. Aboy scratches the concrete floor with the left flip-flop slipper. He looks at the ground and makes big bubbles with spit. Suddenly he jumps up: “We want to go home and our cell phones back! These are our cell phones!”
Phil doesn’t cry anymore, but he still sobs heavily and hardly gets a word out: “We want to use our cell phones and go home and call our parents.”
He gets a paper towel from a toilet roll from Ma’am Tolisan.
Jan also gets paper towels off the roll. He dries Dan’s tears, wipes his face and lets him blow his nose. He shouts loudly, his voice rolls over and constantly changes pitches: “What about Tommy anyway? Why is Tommy arrested? Why were we arrested?”
Sam has messy hair: “My father comes and picks us up. And we want to see Tommy!”
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2.23. Everything will be fine!
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I am half asleep and register noises on the cell door and suspect at best the cat, at worst the rat. Maybe it’s the fat frog, which jumped through the cell last night. Or the cockroaches that keep doing gymnastics on the cell door. It rustles again and now a scraping can be heard. The cell door rattles softly. There is a whisper of children’s voices.
The bright voices get louder: “Tommy,” breathes it into the cell and then the trumpet! The deep and loud male voice: “Mr. Heger, you have visitors.”
Immediately I jump up and collide by a hair’s breadth with the bottom of the bed above me. It is gloomy in the cell because the visitors in front of the door take almost all of the light.
“Children!” I scream.
The five boys are side by side at the cell door. Everyone has both hands at ear level, clutching the vertical rusty bars and curiously pressing their faces on it. Officer Sarang stands behind the children, grins broadly and plays bystanders. The boys look into the cell with big eyes. Their faces are reddened.
“You look weird. Did you cry?”
Dan, the smallest and the one with the most tearful face, answers embarrassed: “Just a little, Tommy, we just cried a little.” He grins uncertainty and looks deeply sad.
Jan puts his hand brotherly on Dan’s right shoulder and says: “We had an argument with the BSWD.”
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I proudly present chapter
2.24. Counter Strike
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Phil points to the screen of the laptop: “Look at the corner of this house. At this level the terrorists always running from the left corner of the house. Shoot them first and then everyone else. Then you will win the level.”
John nods approvingly. He tries immediately and wins. His eyes shine.
“I just turned 12,” answers Phil and adds: “Last November.”
“Oh, then John is a little younger than you, he’s eight,” explains Officer Sarang.
John rolls his eyes and shakes his head: “Nine, dad, I’m nine already.”
“What, nine years already?” John’s dad is amazed.
The five friends and Officer Pangutana smile.
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