I am not one of those people who have a fundamental problem of human nature with police. They are for me, like, say, teachers, simply part of our society and I have nothing against them, which I could not even against any people of any profession. Maybe I am also therefore never in police checks. I'm going now for twelve years car, not always absolutely Highway Code compliant, but I was never stopped by the police. So much for my open mind regarding the following topic now.
But before I refer our Cuban experience with the local law enforcement, I have to strain your patience a little and roll up the theme from the other end within society: namely, first, we met in Cuba, the law-breakers.
had in a long and arduous hike, we visited Santiago de Cuba from a former fortress, El Morro . The road had been very much further than expected and the temperatures were the Central European Organisms grow quite to the head, in short, the circumstances invited not just to deny even the return journey on foot. Now we have arrived at last on a small beach with the promising name of La Estrella, Cuban there by a whole horde of hooligans, some of which do not really worked perfectly kosher, had been so oppressed that we had passed the desire to stay at the beach for the time being, also was there are already early evening, the road to Santiago far and our way of coming back yet completely unknown. The bus, waiting for the hope we had posted on the roadside, had planned his next passage seems to never-never. However, as it is in Cuba: A transport capacity for the two nice female tourists with the supposedly tense-sounding budget was not long in coming. From a not very inviting restaurant on Strandesrand whose tasting we had previously declined with thanks, was an obviously very drunk young man approached us and asked if he was not us should go to town with his car, standing there, it merely requires ten dollars. "Basically, like, for half the price and if you're not the driver," I replied with slow awakening desire and trade some suspicion. The latter was well justified because, as we soon realized we had the first time with a real Cuban jinetero , a negotiator or tractor to do. He smiled contemptuously, and went off to make the offer to his patron . He came back with a counteroffer of eight dollars. But we did not give so easily, "six dollars," I replied coldly, "and we begin now to ever walk on the way." This time, the runners, not without first breaking force of alcohol-related difficulty walking bent over backwards in a hole, hurry back, and brought - Sacrament! - His boss, his master and administrator with. And immediately I felt like in a criminal movie: The guy was the prototype of the pimp, the other to work for you , can thus be increased, while money itself does nothing other than day by day to be bold and paint to trim his beard monkeys. On each finger put a golden ring, and the hump was goldbehangen that could projecting legs wearing shorts in the obese body barely, from the plump face stared two cunning, emotionless eyes. Dunnerlittchen, I thought you and your minions, I do not want to face the night alone and defenseless. But I pulled myself together and thought, calm, remain only master of the situation, not only can be intimidated. The pimp looked at us, nodded condescendingly Almut of my companion and me to the car and said only: ". Tennbagh" Whether his audacity, in the absence of Education and the disdain with which he stared at us from his slit eyes froze, now my face to the poker face and I thought you Zuhälterfettwanst lousy, I'll show you's. Learning first time you say decent th bucks before you want two women who are clearly smarter than you shameless abknöpfen, ten CUC for the route to Santiago, and believe not know that I'm afraid your common Babyface. All these thoughts I put into view, with which I looked him straight in the eye, as I said in my finest Ibero English: ". We were in six-six cents and no more, or we will stop walking." Fat-Belly stared back, I wanted to his eyes pierce his eyes said, "You are to me no more than two boobs," and asked: "English women, what?" - "Something like," I replied, without lowering the gaze. After a few seconds of silence, which was accompanied by only slightly by the hot dust, rustling wind, we had won. contact Without sight of me - I was really never been viewed with so much meanness and disapproval - meant the patron's Jinetero and another employee, who turned out to be a driver with a nod to take us for six CUC to Santiago . My knees were shaking a little after the battle sight, even anger, that we engage in such shady characters . Had And all seemed averted the danger yet. Without it, pronounce, and I knew Almut both that we had the same thought: I hope not now take the point elsewhere rape, and rob us of ourselves. So keep poker face, be prepared for anything!
It went well. Except deafening loud music and the blatant offer by the drunk, but still the same to push a little Nümmerchen ("Your body is in fact very good"), was caused us no harm. The driver was even sober. Finally back in the safe swarm of Santiago's Plaza Dolores, we both breathed deeply, and made our indignation at the kinds of men and treatment, which we just escaped, were loud air. It should thank God, our only experience of such unsavory people to stay during the trip. However, there are in Cuba, and this confirms an all Cubans, a species that can be almost as unpleasant as the gloomy figures on the edge of the law: the so-called guardians of the law. Because the entry is threatening to get on track, I cut it here and do a pretty two-part thereof. DC's next!
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