Retroliser
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- Sep 6, 2018
- 482
"Papers, please."
The airport clerk watched as the family presented their passports for inspection. His eyes immediately noticed the black pebbled leather covering them, along with the streak of stars moving from left to right. This passport was Bosnian. The clerk looked up at the family and then down at the visa stamps in each book, that indicated how long they were permitted to stay in Turkey. The stamp did not expire for another week.
"Is there any particular reason why you're leaving so soon?"
"Yes, we are heading back home early, because of what's going on between our home country and Turkey. It's nothing against you personally, or your country, it's just a precaution, nothing more."
"Mhm, I see," The clerk murmured indifferently. "If you would be so kind as to wait here, please."
"What, why? If our passports are okay, then we can go. You can see the next group of people in the queue!"
"I asked politely, I would prefer it if I didn't have to call security."
Subdued, the family fell silent and waited. Within minutes, a group of Jandarma arrived.
"Apologies for the wait," A sergeant stated. "We have been rather busy lately. If you would be so kind, we would like to escort you to your plane."
"Escort us? Why do we need escorting... And with guns?" The father asked, as he looked nervously at the sub-machine guns being brandished by the sergeant's subordinates.
"With the aftermath of that Bosnian Embassy spectacle," The sergeant explained. "President Erdogan has decided it is better to expedite their departure for the security of Bosnians and Turks."
"Turks?"
"There is a belief among some that there are Bosnian spies and saboteurs wandering around," He said with an incredulous chuckle. "So, to prevent angry mobs from harming innocent Bosnians, he's asked that they be removed from the country as soon as possible. Paranoid Turks are placated, Bosnians aren't at risk of being hurt. It's a win-win."
"Oh, o-okay."
With the explanation over, the sergeant assisted the family in carrying their luggage outside of the airport, where a Jandarma-marked van was waiting for them.
"Before you panic, do not worry about the cage inside," The sergeant explained. "This van is normally used for carrying drunkards and other disorderly folk when they have a little too much to drink. We'd provide more appropriate transport, but we need every available vehicle to help."
The family nodded slowly, but nervously, before climbing into the back of the van. The interior had a heavy duty steel cage inside that prevented the occupants from touching the sides, or the door to get out. With a slam of the back door, they were sealed inside. The only indication of life outside was three loud thuds emanating from the side of the van. It was the signal for the driver to get moving. Hearts racing, they huddled together, the mother whispering reassurance to the kids, while the father looked around at their surroundings warily.
Miles away from the airport, out of sight, sound and mind of all organisms on earth, the van rolled to a stop in a deserted field far away from civilisation. The driver, and his companion, hopped out of the vehicle with spades.
"I honestly thought this would never get easier," The companion remarked. "But it actually does."
"Of course, we're not dealing with any kind of humans here," The driver replied confidently. "We're dealing with the enemy. Given the chance, they would have killed you and I, along with our families."
The back door of the van was opened, revealing the bodies of the family of four. They had been gassed with diverted engine fumes. While the kids and mother were still huddled together, the father had attempted to claw his way through the cage, with no effect.
"What do we do with their luggage?" The driver's companion asked, causing the driver to laugh.
"Ha! It's their luggage. They can keep it. Just bury them with the bodies."
Up and down the country, similar scenes were being played out. Airport clerks had been told that Bosnian's were being fast-tracked out of the country, and the less loyal Jandarma were given the same lie. Only the most blindly loyal individuals had been given the grim task of "solving The Bosnian Problem". Unfortunately, this did not involve the 'official' method of having them ejected from the country, instead it involved their 'departure' from life itself.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Erdogan began pompously. "In light of the fact that Bosnian-Herzegovina has seen fit to have our citizens registered like sexual predators, we have decided to retaliate towards their victimisation of our people. It is officially the case that all Bosnian citizens are to be considered persona non grata, unwelcome, unrecognised and unwanted. They are to leave the country now, it does not matter if you are here as a tourist, on business, or an immigrant. We will ensure that you are compensated and sent back home to your people. In addition, we withdraw our recognition of the Bosnian government. Their actions have demonstrated that they are not fit to be given a single thought by civilised people. All Turks are to return home to the loving embrace of The Republic."
The airport clerk watched as the family presented their passports for inspection. His eyes immediately noticed the black pebbled leather covering them, along with the streak of stars moving from left to right. This passport was Bosnian. The clerk looked up at the family and then down at the visa stamps in each book, that indicated how long they were permitted to stay in Turkey. The stamp did not expire for another week.
"Is there any particular reason why you're leaving so soon?"
"Yes, we are heading back home early, because of what's going on between our home country and Turkey. It's nothing against you personally, or your country, it's just a precaution, nothing more."
"Mhm, I see," The clerk murmured indifferently. "If you would be so kind as to wait here, please."
"What, why? If our passports are okay, then we can go. You can see the next group of people in the queue!"
"I asked politely, I would prefer it if I didn't have to call security."
Subdued, the family fell silent and waited. Within minutes, a group of Jandarma arrived.
"Apologies for the wait," A sergeant stated. "We have been rather busy lately. If you would be so kind, we would like to escort you to your plane."
"Escort us? Why do we need escorting... And with guns?" The father asked, as he looked nervously at the sub-machine guns being brandished by the sergeant's subordinates.
"With the aftermath of that Bosnian Embassy spectacle," The sergeant explained. "President Erdogan has decided it is better to expedite their departure for the security of Bosnians and Turks."
"Turks?"
"There is a belief among some that there are Bosnian spies and saboteurs wandering around," He said with an incredulous chuckle. "So, to prevent angry mobs from harming innocent Bosnians, he's asked that they be removed from the country as soon as possible. Paranoid Turks are placated, Bosnians aren't at risk of being hurt. It's a win-win."
"Oh, o-okay."
With the explanation over, the sergeant assisted the family in carrying their luggage outside of the airport, where a Jandarma-marked van was waiting for them.
"Before you panic, do not worry about the cage inside," The sergeant explained. "This van is normally used for carrying drunkards and other disorderly folk when they have a little too much to drink. We'd provide more appropriate transport, but we need every available vehicle to help."
The family nodded slowly, but nervously, before climbing into the back of the van. The interior had a heavy duty steel cage inside that prevented the occupants from touching the sides, or the door to get out. With a slam of the back door, they were sealed inside. The only indication of life outside was three loud thuds emanating from the side of the van. It was the signal for the driver to get moving. Hearts racing, they huddled together, the mother whispering reassurance to the kids, while the father looked around at their surroundings warily.
Miles away from the airport, out of sight, sound and mind of all organisms on earth, the van rolled to a stop in a deserted field far away from civilisation. The driver, and his companion, hopped out of the vehicle with spades.
"I honestly thought this would never get easier," The companion remarked. "But it actually does."
"Of course, we're not dealing with any kind of humans here," The driver replied confidently. "We're dealing with the enemy. Given the chance, they would have killed you and I, along with our families."
The back door of the van was opened, revealing the bodies of the family of four. They had been gassed with diverted engine fumes. While the kids and mother were still huddled together, the father had attempted to claw his way through the cage, with no effect.
"What do we do with their luggage?" The driver's companion asked, causing the driver to laugh.
"Ha! It's their luggage. They can keep it. Just bury them with the bodies."
Up and down the country, similar scenes were being played out. Airport clerks had been told that Bosnian's were being fast-tracked out of the country, and the less loyal Jandarma were given the same lie. Only the most blindly loyal individuals had been given the grim task of "solving The Bosnian Problem". Unfortunately, this did not involve the 'official' method of having them ejected from the country, instead it involved their 'departure' from life itself.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Erdogan began pompously. "In light of the fact that Bosnian-Herzegovina has seen fit to have our citizens registered like sexual predators, we have decided to retaliate towards their victimisation of our people. It is officially the case that all Bosnian citizens are to be considered persona non grata, unwelcome, unrecognised and unwanted. They are to leave the country now, it does not matter if you are here as a tourist, on business, or an immigrant. We will ensure that you are compensated and sent back home to your people. In addition, we withdraw our recognition of the Bosnian government. Their actions have demonstrated that they are not fit to be given a single thought by civilised people. All Turks are to return home to the loving embrace of The Republic."
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