We are crossing the Plaza de Armas, the main square
in Trujillo. We that s the two peruvian
I meet in Trujillo and me. We just walk arround enjoying
this good feeling after a good lunch. I cross the noisy
street. People sell some stuff all arround me and of
course my physical beauty (White and blond giant gringo)
just seems to exite the sellers. They come to me with
this "AMIGO" bullshit (sorry but after 10
000 of AMIGO AMIGO you get feedup of this!) and try
to sell me they unuseless stuff or the "go-to-the-toilet-food",
yes you know this kind of food that locals eat and if
you aren t accustumate to eat it you get this "Lorenzus
Italianus bacterie" (yes the one that want to get
out every two second from your body. Can I pass the
details ? Thx.). On the street the mini-buses stop every
20 meters and the guy on the back of the van is crying
the name of the place where it will go. Sound like a
LP that is blocked to the same place: Huanchacu, Huanchacu,
Huanchacu. Huanchacu? Huanchacu ## Huanchacu - Huanchhhhchchchchchcch...cu.
Its funny because the next car is coming with the same
noise and the mix of all this noises sounds like a chicken
farm.
The main place is nice and we enjoy the walk. BUT. Yes
there is this but, always a but. Why ? I don t know.
But suddendly I could feel a hand catching my shoulder
and an other my hand. I turned myself and could see
this two guys. One big arround the 50 years old fatty
guy with a mafiosi expression, the other a 30 years
old strong but little. Without thinking I turned to
see them frontal and use my basic Haikido knowledge
to extract me from the both stranger. I keep the hand
from my arm away and get two step back. The guys beginn
to speak as aggressiv as they catched me. Everything
happened in few second.
The one took a card from this pocket, put it in the
front of my eyes a 1/1000 of second so that I could
realy NOT identify anything.
" Policia, por favor entra en el caro" say
the mafioso.
My eyes looked behind the guy on the edge of the street.
This big Pickup car with black window and the two backdoors
opened. In front two other silhouette. I feel in Miami
Vice... but this the feeling that something will going
wrong in few minutes.
I knew at this moment one and only thing. I didn t want
to enter in the car. Could remember all the stories
about all the guys who where arrested by police, transported
in the car to a deserted place, and finished the story
nude somewhere in the middle of nowhere, rubbed. They
was one thing I didn t have to do ...get in the car.
This guy begunn again to catch me. But I kept the distance.
They where speaking together and ordonned me to show
my passeport and get into the car. What was going up
here? Believe me I was ready to be a Bruce Lee, a Jacky
Chang and Hulk together. But I keept cool inside me
(Thx Buddha) Fred: NO TENGO ME
PASSEPORT AQUI,
Mafioso: ENTRA IN EL CARO !
Fred: NO NO QUIERO VIR LA CARTA
DE IDENTIFICATION PRIMERO
They tryed to stress me, but no way, I will never
go into the car. My Nikeshoes where ready to become
Forest Gumps-shoes (run Forest, run). I asked again
that they should indentify themselves. They put again
few miliseconds the police card in front of me, I stopped
this hand before it go back down and indentify the card.Fernando
Carlos or something like that I don t remember know,
POLICE OF PERU ....It could be okay but I didn t know.
Fred: Okay what do you want.
Mafioso: I want to see you passeport. Its a police control,
please follow us in the car.
Fred: No way men, I want to see a police in uniform
now.
The people beginn to stop at the road. The pickup car
was ready to go...I gone some steps back again, approaching
the church behind me. I looked arround me during that
time this two guys where speaking so fast to me, I knew
they wanted to stressed me, but I knew I will not enter
the game.
I stretched my hand in direction to a guy in a police
uniform on the other side of the square and tell the
guys they should search him. The police man came and
I explained him the situation. The pretended civil policemens
who jumped on me as if I where a delecant. And that
just for a passeport control. The policemen explained
me they where real policemens that look after clandestin
people. I could be one of them. I show him my entrance
to the Chan Chan site. Would a clandestin guy go to
visit tourist sites ? I should stop to speak and identify
myself. I m wrong because I have to have my passeport
! Damm ! They ordonned me to enter in the car.
NO WAY !
I proposed to walk to the hotel and search my passeport.
I will not enter in the car. They continue to BLABLABLA
BLABLA me. Why should I take my passeport with me. Everybody
here told me to be aware with robbery and pillpockets.
Everybody told me not taking important stuff with me.
No cash, no credit card, no paper...Why should I also
take my passeport?
Okay they was a little of good sence in what I was saying,
they renunced to go by car and escorted me to the hotel.
I quit the peruvian girl who where afraid about all
this situation. I mean they just knew me 3 hours and
I could be a terrorist or a big gangster even a killer.
One of the guy go out of the car and we where now 3
civil police and one uniform police going to my hotel.
As we entered inside the hotel, theses guys made the
same terror to the reception that they did to me. But
it had a effect on the receptionist. "You know
what you encoure by logging clandestin! This guy can
t identify himself"
I went up in my room, catch my passeport and my Kermit
Jr. Back to the reception everybody looked at me. Will
I be a clandestin or not?
They looked I my Kermit (My froggy son) that was know
sitting on the reception looking at them. I told them,
" That s my friend is Kermit, a clandestin
frog without passeport, and that here is my passeport,
the one I travelled with in so much country. I came
with it in your country to know more about your culture
but you come and treat me as a delincant, aggressive,
undiplomatic. This will not stay without consequence
for you. Tomorow I will send a report to my ambassy
and print a article about this fact Mr Edouardo Carlos.
The receptionist looked at me without word and turn
the head to the policemens. They looked at me. Then
they took my passeport and tryed to find a problem,
something illegal....
"Mira estou..." tell one of the guy
They where looking on the stamp done in the united States
3 months ago. The date is expired, they tell me. What
what what ??? They where thinking they had find something
against me. But guys of course the date is expired but
I m not in the united states, I m in Perou. Agressive
and stupid. They looked resigned and couldn t do anything
else than go away from here.
That the end of this story. I can just say that I was
lucky to speak Castilliano, because without I don t
know how I could get out this situation. I mean they
could be official policemen but could be corrupted one,
could use they position for illegal purpose. The girl
at the reception where totaly afraid about this adventure
and could believe I played with Kermit Jr. with these
people. But what could I do, the situation was so ironic
and dramatic. Freddo Clandestino ?
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