Kali yuga report 20902 Domestic terrorism American style

The Eviction

 

An hour later he reappeared. He had spent most of this time attending papers brought by a busy secretary; everything in the fishbowl-styled office that he occupied was visible from my seat. “Please sign here,” he said handing me an eviction order from the country. “You have 15 days to leave the country, unless you issue new documents.” “How do I get new documents?,” I asked the documents-issuing authority. “That is not my problem,” he said.

I picked up a pen and wrote before signing: “My stay in Bolivia is permitted under Decision 461/2005 of CONARE.” Then I signed. I got the idea of asimilar action taken by Mary, Queen of Scots, when she tried to defend herself from the sharp, infected teeth of Queen Elizabeth I and Francis Walsingham. The inspector read that several times, carefully enunciating my written words; Bolivians always read aloud and slowly. His attitude changed immediately. “Do you have the printed decision?” he asked. “You are part of the body that emitted it!” I wanted to tell the fool. Instead, I handed him the decision.

2009 Attack Police Declaration | Forensic Exam (click to enlarge)

“I am here legally, regardless of the document's validity date, unless the government revokes its decision,” I said. In an attempt to soften the effect of my bouncing out of the valley of the shadow of death, I added “Look, I have nothing against the Bolivian people or their government. I simply don’t want to be here. You gave me political refuge and then sold me out. You destroyed my throat; you can hear my struggled voice. I don’t want to stay in Bolivia. I don’t trust the Bolivian government and people.”

He listened and said. “Make new documents. You will be able to move in Bolivia.” He didn’t explain how I could make new documents. He was the issuing authority and they were illegitimately refusing to give me documents for over a year.

“I don’t want to stay here. I don’t trust the Bolivian government. Why are you keeping me as political prisoner?”

“Wait here,” he said and disappeared in the fishbowl. He returned almost immediately. “You have 15 days left,” he said menacingly and left.