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Showing posts with label police. Show all posts
Showing posts with label police. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

INSANITY, WOMEN AND GEORGIAN POLICE


INSANITY, WOMEN AND GEORGIAN POLICE

We had a guest who stayed at the hostel for three days then left, presumably and hopefully for greener pastures.  Other people who were in the hostel were all agreed on one thing - she was nuts.  I breathed a sigh of relief when she was gone.

Then, she came back.

Fortunately, the boss of the hostel trusts many of my decisions.  I tried the 'we're booked up' excuses with the girl but rather than just going off to find a different place, she insisted on staying here.  I closed and locked the heavy hostel door after telling her in no uncertain terms that she was not welcome to stay here.

She began trashing things outside, saying she wanted to kill people and die.  She insisted I call the police.

This put me in a bit of an awkward situation.  So, I called the owner of the hostel.

Unknown to me, he was literally in the middle of giving a speech on conflict resolution to a university audience.  Perhaps I could let her in until one o'clock then he could come and ask her to leave?  Not a good idea I responded.  She's trashing the place.  Eventually, he reluctantly agreed I should call the police.

While the owner was running out of the startled auditorium and heading back to the hostel, I phoned 112.  This is the emergency number for pretty much everything in Georgia.  Different than the American 911 or the much more logical UK's 999.

A couple of nice police officers showed up and worked on talking to the sullen woman who stood there hugging herself with her small wheeled suitcase nearby and large purse-pack on.  She wouldn't give them her name or passport and claimed to be a Hezbollah terrorist.

From my old days, I knew what that was.  How I wish we had been in America at that point.  While it is true that the people of America are some of the most paranoid in the world, they know how to deal with people who want to claim to be terrorists.  Cuff, search, car, gone.  Down to the department to process this bat shit crazy girl.

Not here.

This next part won't make a lot of sense without a bit of a detour into what I like to think of as the 'basic programming' that goes into Georgian's when they are kids.  In the Wikitravel page on Georgia, it says "Women are highly esteemed in society and are accorded a chivalric respect." This doesn't quite cover it.  To any Georgian man, the most important person in his life - until he dies - will be his mother.  Some cultures may find this baffling but here it is part of the 'basic wiring' that makes up Georgians.   Along with this, all women are placed onto a high pedestal.

Including women that are nuttier than a squirrel turd.

Despite the woman doing things like physically attacking the police, trying to steal their police hats and shredding the part of their notebook that contained information about her - the police treated it like a bit of a joke.   They were kind and patient with her to a point that, in my eyes, parted company with logic and prudence long ago.  Had this been a man doing these things, I am convinced he'd have been taken down hard, cuffed and stuck in a car.

Eventually, more high ranking and harder eyed police officers showed up until we had a couple dozen cops here.  Lots of cigarettes and paperwork were gone through.  One of the police officers mentioned he had even seen me on TV.  Small world.

She still refused to show her passport and nobody made her.

By this point the boss of the hostel had shown up and took center stage dealing with the police.  Despite the police dispatch having been thoughtful enough to send along a young officer who was very skilled in English, I was happy to fade into the background and let the hostel boss (Lasha) take lead.

Rather than leaving, I stuck around.  Police often have follow up questions.

They then informed me that their Criminal Investigation (CI) division would be showing up to sort things out.

CI did show up but no matter how many times they nicely asked, the sullen woman would not show her passport.  According to CI, this was not the first time she'd run afoul of the law though they didn't wish to elaborate on others.

Perhaps her rampant insanity is why she couldn't stay anywhere else and came back here.  Other hostels presumably denied her entry.  Gosh, I'm glad we didn't have any other guests.  With all of the police officers we had both in the hostel and smoking outside they would have had no where to sit.

It was baffling watching the procedure.  Nobody took the girl seriously.  They left their back open to her and even moved her inside in case she was getting slightly cold standing outside.

Eventually, CI passed the buck back to the local police who had called in the anti-terrorist unit (ATU).  After more waiting, they showed up and the local police and CI all left.

The ATU asked everyone (ie non- ATU) to please wait outside while they questioned the girl.  Again, even the gentlest of questioning could not get her to take her passport out of her tightly clutched bag to show them.

The ATU decided she was not a terrorist and posed no threat.  No bags were checked, no finger prints taken to compare on records, nothing.  They became of the opinion she was merely mentally ill.  The girl was also an Iraq citizen and it was felt that she was merely trying to get political asylum.  They have no department (or, according to the cops, budget) for such things here. 

So, despite having a go with personal property destruction, assaulting a couple of police officers, threatening to do harm to herself and others, they let her go.

Wish I was joking.

Her last words were "I know what to do!"  Earlier, she had threatened she would be back.  No doubt she will come back and reap more havoc upon the hostel.

Lasha, the hostel owner, is one of the more easygoing people I've met.  He was literally so enraged he couldn't say more than "Fucking Georgia!"

The sad thing is that had I gotten into any sort of physical altercation with her initially, I'd be cooling my heals in jail despite her being the one dancing with madness.

It's amazing to me how much bureaucracy and the programming given to children runs people.  It will be interesting to see what happens to the relatively crime free Georgia as more and more refugees keep flooding in.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

HOLOCAUST MUSEUM

HOLOCAUST MUSEUM

It was raining some today. After making sure to leave my umbrella buried in my backpack where it can stay nice and dry, I went out. I decided that it should be a museum day. Since today is a Sunday and a holiday (May Day), most things would be closed. Since the Jewish holy day is a Saturday, I figured they might be open.

They were. They open at 10 AM, 1300 HUF.

The Holocaust Museum had everything translated into English. I didn't feel like I was missing out on anything due to the language barrier.

This place had a metal detector and a really perfunctory bag search. I'm betting it gets more stringent if you have a swastika tattooed on your forehead. Or one of the 'spike' European hairstyles.

But I didn't feel that the Holocaust Museum was worth going to.

When I go a museum, I want artifacts. I want to see actual physical stuff. The Holocaust Museum was another one of those 'watch the video and read a shitload of text' museums. Fuck that - make a two hour film. Or, better still watch "The Diary of Anne Frank" or Schindler's List, feel bad and done. You can have more bathroom breaks, more chairs, etc. Pre-internet, yes, I could see a purpose in those sorts of museums. Post-internet? No point.

Also, another interesting thing. To me, which way to go wasn't really obvious. So, I ended up wandering around their back rooms, synagogue etc. I guess they don't get a lot of Americans here or they'd have big arrows on the floor with flashing lights to tell you which way to go next. Maybe a bar of chocolate that pops out of the wall and waggles till you approach it then snaps back in with a door sealing behind you. My god, I have perhaps just invented an American trapping device! I hope no evil people read this blog and implement it! We'd be screwed!

After some lukewarm Chinese food from another working man's place (with drink like 600 HUF) I decided to grab a beer and see if anyone was around at Cheers (only Rita was) then head back to the hostel for awhile. I'm sure it will be extremely irritating to some people who get really excited about Budapest (Christina - I'm looking at you!) will be mad that I'm sitting around the hostel today. Mostly.



POLICE!

In the hostel I am staying in ("Colors") there were a couple Hungarian guys. I remember saying 'Hi' to one who was sitting at the guest computer. I asked what language he spoke and the conversation kind of ground to a halt when he replied shortly 'Hungarian'. So, he and his buddy seemed to work here. They puttered around and then left. The guy who is on the desk shift later came back from dealing with something in the other room and after a bit announced some money was missing from the cash till which it seems he may have left unlocked. Or, the bad guys had a key. I'm not sure. He wasn't worried about me or the other guy from New York who was loitering in the guest area doing it - he believes the Hungarian guys did. He also thought they worked here. He isn't too worried, they have a camera that watches the till area. Zoltan also told me this is his second day on the job. Hell of a way to start! I'm not too worried as I literally haven't left my seat and gone in that direction. The smoking area in in the opposite direction. So, I urge the hotel clerk to call the police. I believe he was intending to anyway but he is a bit hesitant as he hasn't dealt with them before. About an hour later three police show up. They get his statement and bugger off. These cops apparently have to contact detectives and so on. It will take time. To me this is a reminder to be 'constantly vigilant!' and lock your shit up! Hell, even when I was drinking last night with my new Polish friends I kept my shit locked up.