Friday, September 25, 2009

NPICDF 2 : The Kidnap

No Paper Inmigracion Carcel De Federal [NPICDF]
Chapter Two : The Kidnap




....Maybe this is just another crazy and unbelievable story , maybe our life is unbelievable , maybe we were just cursed with that bad luck , or maybe something very very good will happen in near future .
August 29th 2009 - It was just another Saturday summer morning in the valley , actually it was a little bit cold and it was raining for a first time in a while . 8:30 in the morning I , Val and Eva were preparing for a trip to the US Open in NYC with a quick stop in Boston for having some burgers with Tsveti and Rossi .In 2008 due to some schedule confusion we couldn't see the Great Raffa , but this time that was about to happen and Val was about have the opportunity to spit on him. We even managed to stuck all the suitcases in the sporty red car , closed the trunk and all the doors , sure there were not enough space for Eva on the back seat , but she had to get used to travel with the luggage . Pumped some gas , stopped at Walmart to return a few stuff  and  get a few drinks , and we were ready for the road ...

Driving south on rt 16 , we were poking fun about all the idiots in the valley , about guys hitting girls, girls hitting pedestrians , the latest gossips and the usual stuff like that ... Ouh that was about to be a funny trip Eva's first time going on vacation with animals ;).
And then just in a blink of an eye everything turned on 546 degrees . Blue red lights in the mirror - who the fuck was that cop and what the fuckin he wanted from us - no speading , no driving over the yellow line . I looked in the mirror and saw a civil SUV with Vermont plates - what the hell??? Then a guy knocked on my window "US Border Patrol , pull over on the side of the road ..."

Where were we ?- Tamworth , NH just about 120 miles away from the nearest Canadian border.Border fuckin Patrol on rt 16 . fuck that . Those two young border patrol agents just ended our short but full with memorable moments American citizenship.They started bullshiting about all the suitcases about what are we doing here , kind of thinking that they just caught the most dangerous terrorist in USA - which is partially true but that is another story . Or it was even  bigger conspiracy behind that - i had no clue at that time . So they  handcuffed us  , searched all the luggage and nicely let us sit on the back seat of the SUV. What they found in my pockets ....
Some money , credit cards , and a picture of my beloved B.Z. .... don't even ask how that picture end up in my shirt ... but the destiny just fucked me really hard in the ass with that - the border patrol to put that picture in my pocket while i am handcuffed on the back seat of their   SUV

and just a little bit of sticky sticky smoky smoky

Tony , but not Storaro  AKA "the border hero"  tried to called the state and local police so they can charged me with possession - all of them just told him - Man don't bother us with that , we are not going deal that weed bullshit , do whatever u want with it . So he took the green stuff to destroy it at the border.... imagine how that was about to happen... destroy my ass  , those  fuckin junkies were smoking more than us for sure .
There were no enough space on the back seat so they put Eva in the trunk with the suitcases .She said "If it was in Bulgaria u can skip all that  with  just 5lv cash" i offered her to go and give  The two officers some nice blowjobs   so we can continue our trip to NYC , but she didn't want . Shame on you Eva , it was  just a blowjob nobody was about to learn about that and  u could saved us a lot of trouble .
We took a ride back to Artist Falls left our stuff , left Eva, Tony tricked me and manage to enter the house to search for other American citizens , they found only Zoro who jumped from the woods and i think he scared them .but that is normal everybody is scared form Zoro.
What was next - a 3h trip to Beecher Falls , NH - right on the Canadian border. Tony and his fellow lets say Koceto Slaninkata were poking funny questions like "That is really nice pipe , u got it form Headlines ,right? " , "Where are u working guys? Val - "Just staying upfront Home Depot , and waiting for somebody to pick us up" Tony - "Well whatever pays the bills" - i think he didn't get the joke . Koceto - " So do u guys like it here ? ....except all this ...." and stuff like that .Yeah except all this we had a really good time in NH . It was fun i can complain about that , the border patrol knew how to entertain the detainees
Beecher Falls , NH was a border check point in the middle of nowhere - it looked more like a abounded gas station from the outside . From the inside it looked like a tiny school office wit boxes , printers and papers all over the place.We stayed there for a few hours , the chief of the border station was wondering how  to fill out the papers - it was clear that he didn't have  a lot of experience with that , which is not surprising considering the fact that there were maybe 5 cars passing the border daily at that check point . While we were waiting we had a chat with Tony - "the border hero"  about what was the reason to pull us over... and he said "It was because of the license plate "

"I was ranger in Yugoslavia and  BOKLUK looked to me like some foreign word" . What a fuckin reason to pull us over - I was thinking that Border Patrol is equal opportunity employer and doesn't tolerate profiling and discrimination based on race and nationality ... sure ....
Nice job Tony u will get a bonus , 5 more days paid vacation and a purple hearth for protecting America from the terrorists .
Finnaly in the late afternoon our papers were ready . The chief said " Don't worry guys you will see judge in 72 hours , considering the fact that u have no criminal record he is going to lower your $ 20 000 bail

, or u may pay only 10 percent of it , and u will be out soon ..." - All that sounded great - "...but for now we have to transport  you to the the nearest jail where we rent some cells , because we don't have our own jail , and there is   place to keep u here ." "  The immigration officers (I.C.E) don't work on the weekends so u  will stay there for the weekend (what a weekend ). " "They will take you on Monday , and will explain and help u with everything "
Later that  evening  the Border Patrol dropped us at our weekend house - Northern State Correctional Facility in Newport , Vermont. In the foggy night it really looked like the real shit - fences , barbwires , big projectors , walls , etc.
Of curse they searched us again , took away our clothes , took pictures , did medical exams , gave us some fancy red uniform and throw us right in the isolator

2 by 3 cell with a hole on the door just big enough so they can slide the tray with delicious jail food. Lights off , sweet dreams kids try to sleep good on the jail bunks ....



Content

Chapter  1:  Prologue
Chapter  2:  The Kidnap
Chapter  3:  The Holding Cell
Chapter  4:  The Condom Rule
Chapter  5:  Franklin County Jail
Chapter  6:  The Most Wanted
Chapter  8:  Calling The Embassy
Chapter 10: Graffiti Art
Chapter 12: Contraband Cereal
Chapter 15: Batio's Letter
Chapter 16: Moving Upstairs
Chapter 17: The Guards
Chapter 18: Wake Up Neo
Chapter 19: Every Day Is Sunday
Chapter 20: Labor Day Stories
Chapter 21: Conspiracy Theories
Chapter 22: Hotel Rwanda
Chapter 23: Just Some Thoughts
Chapter 25: Visitation Day 
Chapter 27: Jackpot!!!
Chapter 28: Mesican Suenos
Chapter 29: Tinkying about
Chapter 30: Inmigracion Law
Chapter 33: Moving Forward
Chapter 36: $ 4500 CASH
Chapter 37: Ocean View
Chapter 38: Instant Lunch
Chapter 39: Stories...
Chapter 40: GO!!!
Chapter 41: Boston
Chapter 42: Epilogue

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