Een briefje (vervolgverhaal fles)


Het verhaal gaat nu verder in de diamantmijn in Afrika, daar speelt zich een waar fantasy/horrorverhaal af. Aan deze invulling zal ik een aantal episodes werken. Mogelijk dat daarna weer een ander schrijf genre een plek krijgt.

Wil je graag lezen vanaf het begin, klik dan hier.

Wat gebeurde er gisteren?

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Deze episode heb ik even iets anders geschreven… Hij past nu ook in de schrijfuitdaging van April van Hans van Gemert


De volgende ochtend, het is pas 8.30 wordt Sylvia wakker, de bus draait stationair en er klinkt veel bedrijvigheid buiten. Met moeite weet ze zich uit haar bed te werken, ze glipt in haar broek en trekt haar verfrommelde trui van gisteren weer aan (echt veel leuke kleren heeft ze niet bij zich).

Wanneer ze boven komt, komt David naar haar toe: “Wat is dat voor briefje, dat hier bij mijn bestuurdersstoel ligt? Heb jij dat opgeschreven?”

“Ja, dit waren berichten die uit dat apparaat daar kwamen. Alles wat ik een beetje kon verstaan heb ik opgeschreven, ik wist niet of het voor ons van belang is?”

“Ik had deze frequentie ingesteld voor de mijn, iemand daar is aan het zenden geweest, ik hoop dat ze zo intelligent zijn dat vaker te doen. Heel jammer dat we geen contact hebben kunnen maken. Dit moet nu direct naar de kolonel, de getallen van personenaantallen zijn van wezenlijk belang, ook de locaties waar ze nu zitten kunnen bepalend zijn. Wil jij dit even brengen?”

Sylvia is nog maar half wakker, maar wanneer ze naar buiten kijkt ziet ze dat de wagens zich al opmaken voor vertrek, er is geen tent meer te zien en alles staat in een mooie rij op de parkeerplaats Ze ziet nog net hoe de laatste tuintafels ook op de wagen worden geladen. Gelukkig staat de bus van David voorop.

“Het is de wagen achter deze”. Roept David haar nog na.

Nu moet ze zien dat ze die kwast van een kolonel te pakken krijgt. Best een leuke vent maar wat vreemd. Onderweg doet ze nog een elastiek in haar haren om haar verschijning iets meer toonbaar te maken. Het gesprek is kort: Sylvia geeft haar gegevens door en terwijl de kolonel een stuk taart met aardbijen naar binnen werkt wordt voor haar ook een stukje afgesneden. Er is geen mes voorhanden, dus de kolonel gebruikt zijn bankpas.

“Mijn mannen hadden het restaurantje hier al zo goed als leeggekocht, dit was het laatste wat ik heb kunnen redden”.

Beneden in de mijn begin ik ook wakker te worden. Ik heb verschrikkelijk trek in een bak koffie maar kan alleen het apparaat vinden. Er zit nog een filter met drab in van een vorige gebruiker, toch durf ik het niet aan om deze eenvoudigweg nogmaals te gebruiken. Vermoeid begin ik weer aan mijn tocht naar de magmakamer.

“Gutentag” Ik heb echt geen idee hoe ik hier voorheen “Grunzãrgh” van heb kunnen maken. Ik groet terug en vraag naar haar nachtrust.

“Ja ich habe gut geschlafen. Kannst du mir erzahlen, gibt es oben auch gerate um sternen zu zehen?”

Ze bedoelt vast een telescoop.

“Ja, aber nicht in Kolmannskop, warum willst du das wissen?”

“Dann kann ich Ihnen zeigen, wo ich herkomme”

Dit intrigeert mij, ik moet er aan denken om, wanneer alles rustiger is hier op terug te komen…

“Komm, dan gehen wir, vieleicht kann ich ihn mal zeigen wo das gerat ist”



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Requiem: Chapter 3
- “It's Yukiko. Come on. Onegai ! Please! Open up and turn off all your wolf traps, so I won't inflate myself by accident.'I waited more or less patiently. As always, Gekko took his time to check everything. But then, who could you trust in these uncertain times? The intercom cracked: 'Sorry, Yu. You know the procedure. For the same money, you're a cloned version and you'll be roasting my sublime and unique brain with a laser gun.’ I sighed for a moment and pushed my thumb into the recess on the security panel in the doorframe. At the same time, I kept my eye on the spy while I clearly said my name: 'Yukiko Mitsukai.'Gekko did not like surprises. The door clicked out of the lock and I slipped in a hurry. The corridor was an airlock where I was given a shower with a fog that after a few minutes was sucked back into the ceiling via a grid. A cautious man made sure that he was as little as possible exposed to radioactive particles as they carried on.. I was now to the strict standards of my friend Gekko, sterile enough to meet him. Even though he knew that I was extremely cautious and did not enter the fallout zones, he did not want to take any risks. Somewhere in his condition I could understand and besides, Gekko was Gekko! “Gekko, this is urgent!Patience was no longer one of my better qualities. This had changed since my parents' death. I knew my father would reprike me if he was still alive.. That wasn't “Akai.”. ‘ Entrez, Mon Chere , 'he welcomed with a laughable French accent and the interconnecting door slipped open almost without sound and closed behind me when I had taken a few steps inside. His preference for phrases in foreign languages and his flawed pronunciation was sometimes hilarious, but it usually brought life to the brewery. ‘ Konnichiwa , Gekko-San.'I greeted the ict-guru as I raised my hand with an outstretched index finger as an informal greeting. Immaculate was a euphemism for the room where Gerekko Dai, Gekko for the friends and Mad Gekko for those who were not, spent most of his time in. Rarely would he leave the safe haven of his own room he designed. Exceptionally maybe in emergencies and even then his superbrain would find something to solve the emergency situation in no time.. An accidental fire alarm wouldn't move an inch outside his sheltered space. From his ultra-modern wheelchair, where he laced through his delineated realm with artistic finesse, he conjured his hands over an elongated horizontal touch screen. He touched a spot on this hardware here and there, controlling the oxygen supply, air conditioning and wall cooling, the full energy supply of his living space and, if necessary, he also hacked into the safety systems of the entire building and all of its devices.. The residents had, without knowing it, an eccentric guardian of the angel under their midst. Of course, through this system his daily order of a pizza ' quattro formaggi'. I think he really couldn't do without. His disability, a malformation of the lower body from birth, a consequence of radiation sickness in his mother, did not prevent him from being extremely mobile. Even if it was within the four walls of his empire. It also explained its immense fear of any visitors. I found myself in one of his easy deck chairs, a combination of futon and tatami with the touch of modern technology that Gekko's own. The furniture moved directly to my preferred position, a piece of information in the electronic memory of the recliner that responded to my stored prints, weight and movement pattern. I sighed! It was something I've been doing more lately. “You know..., “said Gekko as he monster me through his design owl glasses, “the soup is never eaten so hot... or anything like that.. Nankurunaisa , it's all gonna be fine again... you know, by the way, 'he obviously felt bored with the situation. ‘ Goshuushou ! Condolences.“Then he turned his vehicle one hundred and eighty degrees with a movement of his right hand over a sensor and went back into the data on his touchscreen and the various displays that flopped on and off. With his fur-colored hawaiian shirt and his glasses shouting 'NERD' in capital letters, he was a 'special'. I had a kind of hate love affair with this man. Gekko could sometimes make me drive up the walls with his meaningless or overly specific information. On the other hand, I had never been able to claim that it had broken up my acid to listen to his advice. At other times he could make me laugh with a single word but unfortunately the opposite was also true. He was a puzzle I was still making. But who would have to wait for other issues to be resolved. I had taken some leave, I had a lot of overtime I would never have taken.. Hopefully, I now had plenty of time to do what I had come to Gekko. “I want to ask you something...?'I started hesitantly. “That smells suspicious. Something that tends to illegality, 'was the brainful remark of the busy bee, who, like a wizard, made a slight turn on and off. “All right, Yu, I owe you a hundred years, so let it come, how can I make you happier today? A virtual trip to Yosemite National Park or a free weekend wellness spa at a trendy five-star hotel or just please you with my always appreciated pleasant presence! All experiences of which your toes will curl with pleasure, Gekko can deliver it all to you,... of course for a gentle and fair price.’ “I want you to hack into the Security Service site!’ The hands of Wizard Gekko kept floating in the air for a few seconds after my question. Slowly he lowered them and turned around. On his face had appeared a serious look. 'You know that there are quite bad punishments on it. One of those punishments you can sometimes end up in prison for. A place where you usually forget to die by everyone and may I remind you that they don't have my favorite pizza there... ', he looked at me without expressiveness over his glasses and there was a nasty silence between us. 'No problem, 'it suddenly sounded out of his mouth, where a sneaky grin appeared on. He shoved his glasses a little higher over his nose and turned back to his equipment, “what can I help you with today, forfeit a fine or give someone who wants to make you a long nose in retribution.?’ When I did not answer directly and he looked at me again questioning, I could not wipe the tears in time. No, I didn't want to, show weakness was for sissies. I cursed in the mouth but loud enough to get a raised eyebrow from Gekko, a black horizontal question mark without the tip, just seen above his flashy green design glasses. “When I asked the security officer if they had a trace of my parents' murderer or murderers, I got a lot of evasive answers.. We are following several tracks and unfortunately we can not give you anything concrete. Blah, blah.. You know, a lot of bleats but little wool, and yet I felt like they knew more than they told, something important maybe. That's why I was thinking about you, Gekko, if anyone can uncover their secrets, it's you..’ Gekko's broad grimace on the lips testified that he was clearly flattered, which, of course, was a calculated intent of my compliment. He held his head slightly tilted while he humming an unrecognizable tune.All right, let's find a back door.“At my questioning look, he explained. 'Every program has one or another ' backdoor' , a kind of loophole that the designer or programmer can use to access the program through a somewhat less orthodox way... by which I mean without using the user's usual password to open the program.’ His hands were busy in the weather. He opened screens, closed others, juggled with his hardware and dozens of programs and after fifteen minutes he looked at me with a satisfied look at his face: 'Bingo. Mom, I'm home!This sounded like a less successful imitation of some forgotten American movie star from last century. Even though there had been no smile on my face for a few weeks now, I had to smile for a moment. Gecko, crazier couldn't be, but he was The Man'. The person who could accomplish things that another did not yet understand the first letter of. ‘ Sugoi , cool”. I saw the Homeland Security logo on one of his screens with one line underneath: Request Dossier :…’. We looked at each other, I swallowed some saliva away from the tension, and Gekko tested the following letter combination on his touchscreen: “Mitsukai”. No Result! Arturo and Sachiko were also not the correct password. “Wrong file name, you have two more turns before your session is automatically closed”, the last disappointing answer was. I leaned disappointed backwards and tried to order my thoughts. How would the Security Service have cataloged this file? Hundreds of alarm bells and thousands of bells would probably go off at the Security Service when entering a fifth wrong input. Then Gekko's efforts were completely useless, perhaps even dangerous for his person if they tracked the hacker. They weren't that retarded at the Security Service now. However, the answer was on my lips, but Gekko was just as rapper than my answer and the word was already there before I had even spoken it: ' Akai ’. ‘ Strike !'cried Gekko triumphantly. It sounded more like Strik' but the result was. A laundry list of data scrolled across the screen and to the left of me a device came into operation, a light buzz accompanied a number of leaves that came out of a slider at the bottom of the printer, I hoped, with answers to my countless questions about the death of my parents. My computer friend made me take the documents. He may have been an outsider sometimes, which he himself always prayed with pride and self-mockery, but he left me my privacy as far as he could restrain his curiosity for a while. 'And...?'asked Gekko after one minute. As far as the limit of his patience. I saw that he had printed the data on interactive slides that worked the same way as his touchscreen. You saw at the top a file title with serial number and date of creation and below there were a number of pressure points in the bold and also a brief description of the facts. I read out loud. Password: AKAI File 190756 NVNW/SA Subject: Arturo Mitsukai - Sachiko Matai Date: 28-12-2111 Security Service Responsible: Superintendent Norino Vastai Deputy Inspector Shi Udesama Deputy Inspector Goro Fukamizu Responsible pathologist anatomist: Kim Huang, Morgue Sanctuary Short summary description logged on 28-12-2111: On Monday 28 December 2111 were the remains of Arturo Mitsukai and Sachiko Matai , his wife, after an anonymous phone call, found in the garden at the address of their domicile: 10 Chome Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo . According to the autopsy, the victims were inflicted several wounds with a sharp object which led to their final death. The murder weapon can be either a sharp knife, a kind of machete or sword. Research into the nature of the weapon is currently being investigated by our services. Given that no traces of blood were found at their home, it is assumed that the murders took place at a different location and that after their death the bodies were moved back to their home by the murderer (s). According to the report of the pathologist anatomist, death must have occurred on December 27, 2111 between 19h00 and 20h00 , dit steunende op de graad van rigor mortis op het moment van de identificatie op 28 December 2111 om 09h25. After the usual chemical analyzes, it was found that there were traces of narcotic substances in their bloodstream ( see blood analysis ). From this determination and analysis of the same substance found in the fogging mechanism of the victims' greenhouse, we can conclude that they were first sedated and then moved to the crime scene where the killer killed them and then brought them back. to their domicile.. My heart was pounding in my throat, I'd already felt better. I skipped the references to photos of the crime scene and pressed the field of ' modus operandi ’. The facts are classified under the heading of the ' Akai murders 'that have occurred in the region for several months. The modus operandi of the offender is similar in all cases. The victims are first sedated somehow, then injured to the bleeds, and then eventually decapitated with the murder weapon, which... I fled gawfully to Gekko's bathroom, where my protesting stomach could deposit its contents in the toilet bowl just in time. ‘ Anata from daijoubu desu ? How's it going, all right? Yu, everything okay?'asked a concerned Gekko on the other side of the bathroom door. 'Let me just... a few minutes to freshen up, 'replied the drawn face I saw looking at me in the mirror. I saw dark shadows, small walks of fatigue and sadness, and eyes with red veins that looked at me accusingly. A tired voice whispered in my head. Where were you when your parents needed you. You could have made a difference . I turned away from the mirror and flushed on. I had told myself a thousand times that I was not to blame for it, but in my head haunted and tormented me the thought that I had abandoned them somewhere. It was my imagination, and I knew it wasn't true, but sometimes I thought that people looked at me accusing, that they were talking about behind my back. “Look at that, Yukiko Mitsukai, she wasn't there to save her parents.“It hurt, God, what did it hurt?! Gekko looked at me disturbing when I came back in. I straightened with all the force I could bring in at that moment my chin. It was an unruly gesture and that carried away his satisfaction. I took the file back where I left it in vain and my eyes flew over the rest of the file. Two names I noticed. There were a number of casualties among gang members of the ' Skeelers ’. Coincidentally, I knew one of those street thugs.. The other name did ring a bell but I couldn't point it at home.. 'Stephen March, what does that tell me, 'I wondered. “You have to press his name, Yu, if any information is attached to it, it will probably be linked to his name.I was startled for a moment. Had I spoken my thoughts out loud? I urgently had to catch up with sleep or accidents would happen. Impatiently I tapped on the name Stephen March printed in text on the interactive slide in bold. copyright Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere Requiem: Chapter 2 or 4 - Requiem: Chapter 2 - Requiem: Chapter 4 -
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The Other Side of Emigrating to the United States
#journalism Newspaper article. Topic: Emigration of Venezuelans. Author: Darimel Urdaneta (MeredithSkywalker) The other side of immigrating to the United States There are many reasons why a Venezuelan decides to emigrate, but they all conclude that in Venezuela there is no future or quality of life, that is why many decide to leave to different parts of Latin America, but in recent months there has been a boom of migrating to the land of opportunities such as the United States of America. Learn the story of Irma, an 80-year-old lady who, with the help of another Venezuelan, managed to cross the river de grande from Mexico to the United States. Irma is a native of Maracaibo Venezuela, and at 80 years old she managed to cross the border with the United States. Irma had fainted while trying to cross the river and another Venezuelan helped her cross and arrived safely to the mainland. The humanitarian crisis that Venezuela is going through has forced Venezuelans to escape from the need that is currently experiencing in Venezuela. Some states in the country suffer from electrical fluctuations, such as total loss of electricity by hours or even days. There are no medicines, medical care is precarious. No public transport, no food on the shelves and where a Venezuelan can get food is at very high prices, since the minimum wage is $3 per month, and for a family of 4 people you need $350 for the basic food basket for one month. And besides all this is insecurity, there are guerrillas, criminal gangs and the most feared is the police themselves who harms Venezuelans, many Venezuelans have been persecuted politicians and that is why they flee Venezuela. At the OAS, David Smolansky warned that estimates the number of Venezuelans abroad will reach 7 million and recalled that the Venezuelan is leaving the country due to the crisis and the world “must welcome us”. According to France 24, Venezuelan citizens pay up to 12,000 dollars to coyotes to cross from Mexico to the US illegally. However, they highlight that the arrival of undocumented immigrants on US soil has broken records, and according to the Customs and Border Protection Office (CBP), in April they had recorded the highest figures in the last 20 years: more than 178,000 people arrived irregularly, in many cases putting their lives at risk. Just as there are stories with happy endings like that of Mrs. Irma, there are heartbreaking stories, as is the case of Ana N (her name is protected) a Venezuelan woman who crossed with her two children and her husband, they had paid a coyote to cross them along the river and the current was high by that date. In view of the fact that Ana's youngest son was crying, a crying coyote decided to throw the baby into the river, the people who witnessed this atrocious act could not do anything, as a coyote is part of Mexican cartels, however the father of the creature threw himself into the river to try to save his son but his effort was in vain since the baby had died. The question of emigrating is not only crossing the river, because when you cross into cells inside the United States shelter, you can spend days there without being able to communicate with your relatives, how can you also not bathe until a week passes. That's what Juan N told us (his name is protected), he told us about his journey from Maracaibo to the United States. “One morning they went to pick me up in Monterrey, the driver who was going to take me to Ciudad Acuña, passed with a caravan like 10 cars. From Monterrey to Ciudad Acuña they were about 6 hours. Among the drivers were communicating about the alcabala, and there are police officers who behaved hateful and the drivers were paying them. On a mandatory basis we all had to have a role where we were sealed in migration with permission to be in Mexico for 180 days. We arrived at Ciudad Acuña at about 6 in the afternoon, they left us in a house that had a large patio, and there they all agreed to order food while we were waiting there. The one who went to buy the food arrived at about 10 o'clock in the evening with pizza and other food there, so everyone ate and we waited for instructions. At 2 in the morning they woke us all up because it was time to cross to the United States. Everything looked like a movie, we went jogging and we got to a mountain, we had to cross 3 barbed fences, and it was a shame with the children, the older people, struggling with those wires to be able to cross, but among all of us we helped. Then we approached the river and that river reached me through my chest, I measure 1.78. the current was tight, but we all managed to cross. Then when we crossed we had to climb a steep one and there was mud and people were slipping but we still crossed it. After crossing we had to change our clothes for dry clothes, because if it was wet they wouldn't let you through. Then the patrol arrived and they gave us good morning and then they asked us why we passed so early, and they recommended that it was best to happen after 6 in the morning which is when the river is low, but they also welcomed us to the United States. We were 49 people, and he called more patrols because in one of us we didn't all get in. Then they took us to the river yield and checked everything, and if you got something wet they'd dumped it at you. In the review they tell how much money you arrive in cash, keep it in an envelope along with your passport and phone. From there you wait for processing, taking pictures and fingerprints. And you have to wait, a lot of people moved her to other places and no idea where they were taking them. And those who process there they open a file and they must wait for a transfer and tell you that you are on the list for the transfer. I spent 8 days in that stay, there are people who only had 3 days there as were people who had a month. The hardest thing is the wait, because you sleep on the floor, on a foami that is on the floor, your pillow was your shoes, at breakfast you ate a burrito, at lunch rice with beans, meat and at dinner you eat another burrito. You don't have a watch, you have to ask the officers about the time, the men were outdoors along with 100 mates or even more, and the women if they were inside but were less in group, they were like 20 or 30 women. Women are the same, they don't see the light of day either, only they lasted less time in the shelter. They only had officers sitting in their offices working in front of them. In my experience I could only bathe twice. They told me soap, shampoo, toothpaste, deodorant, new socks and new underwear in the two bathrooms I had. Being there is quite difficult because of the uncertainty but it's worth it, as the lifestyle you live in the United States is not achieved in another country, besides security.” That was the experience of one of the interviewees and from what you can see it is crude, but it is the reality that many Venezuelans and other immigrants of other nationalities come to live while on the journey and in the shelter. However, Venezuelans who arrive in the United States illegally seeking asylum, in addition to risking their lives, are exposed to being deported again to Venezuela, due to the condition in which they arrive, while others must hire lawyers while waiting in detention centers. Sources: NoticieroDigital.com Elpitazo.com Laprensadelara.com XXX