Tadek Vangard woke up with a feeling of a
lancinating pain he felt never before.Above him stood a number of Burmese
soldiers who strucked him with the butts of their rifles,mercielessly and
frienziedly.Only within seconds,he had an impression his own blood engulfed him
and mounted to his head.It was even worse in fact,his blood was everywhere:in
his eyes,mouth,ears,on his hands and surely on the rest of his body..
Steven Mac Dantosch was not in a better situation.He was surrounded by about
thirty other soldiers and fought bravely with them,like a lion,employing the
best of the martial art fighting methods.Unfortunately,he was outnumbered and
the Burmese soldiers changed themselves often.So while Steven Mac Dantosch
gradually was loosing his strength they managed to keep the freshness of their
one,something essential to winning the fight.Finally Steven Mac Dantosch had no
other choice as let himself to become overpowered by the soldiers.He was tied up
as Tadek Vangard was and they both were put seated next to each other,binded so
much that there was not possible whatever movement of their hands and legs.
A moment later one soldier came up to them,most probably one of the few who
spoke English or at least some English.Beehind him stood three older guys in
Burmese military uniforms,evidently his military superiors.He had two passports
in his hands which were earlier taken away from Tadek Vangard and Steven Mac
-“Why you do not have the Burmese visas in your passports?”- He asked in
poor English,strangely accented with high Asian form of pronunciation.
Tadek Vangard took a decision to lie.
-“I am sorry,we were in Ciang Mai,probably close to the border with Myanmar
when a group of gangsters kidnapped us.We had to travel with them several
days,moving non stop to a number of very strange places,mysterious ones,and
therefore,we were not able to recognise whether we were in Thailand or
Myanmar.Finally,we managed to escape from their camp yesterday.I think the
gangsters belong to the masterminder of the opium trade,Khun San.I heard often
his name being mentioned when the gangsters talked among themselves…Believe
me,please,we have really not wanted to do anything illegal…”
-“Why,then,your companion resisted us and tried to fight with us?”
-“Everyone of you would do the same.”- Tadek Vangard answered.-“He simply
did not know for sure whether you were really the soldiers or rather the Khun
San’s loyal protagonists.”
-“Are you really Australian? You don’t seem to speak a real Australian
-“Yes,indeed.”-Tadek Vangard answered,but he was bewildered the guy could
suspect he is not an Australian.Besides,he no longer had his Polish passport
which he has thrown away the moment Steven Mac Dantosch gave him a forged
Australian one.The Polish passport simply had no value to him,because no country
in the world recognised one as a travel document.It was already beginning of
1985 and the Polish dictator,general Wojciech Jaruzelski,still kept firmly his
grip on power in his native country.As far away as December 13th,1981 he
proclaimed martial law and emergency state in Poland.
The soldier turned to superiors and spoke with them for a moment. When he turned
again to the prisoners his eyes were piercing and decidedly not friendly.
-“Have you crashed the fighting jet,F16,yesterday?”- He asked out of a
sudden,with grave mimix.Tadek Vangard and Steven Mac Dantosch exchanged their
glances between them.
-“No,this is not us.We did see a fireball on one of the nearby mountains but
we didn't have slightest idea what was it…As I have already said,we escaped
from one of the camps of Khun San…”
Evidently,the guy and his superiors did not believe in what he said.They
exchanged among themselves short remarks.The guy again turned to them.
-“You are spies…”- He said.
It sounded like a death verdict.It was one in such a country as Myanmar was.And
it meant the consequences could only be tragic.
Soon afterwards,Steven Mac Dantosch and Tadek Vangard found themselves inside
one of the military vans which seemed to appear out of nowhere.They were seated
next to each other,unable to make a slightest movement.It was already night when
they arrived in a strange town where no living soul could be seen in the
streets.It was Rangoon,the capital of Myanmar.An hour later the military vans
stopped before a gate which opened with terrible noise and all the columnade
went onto a courtyard of an enormous prison courtyard with high walls.The
soldiers who escorted them got off the van in which their prisoners were seated.
-“Tadek…”- A gentle sound caught Tadek Vangard’s ears.He did not
react.He was overcome with the sadness and despair of the moment.He did not
emigrate out of communist Poland only to find himself in a prison of another
dictatorial regime.Certainly not for this! God,what irony was it! He emigrated
to America,the land of his dreams…land of promise…Unfortunately,he did not
make one step forward…And,instead,he was falling deeper and deeper into an
abyss like if he had a monumental stone motioned to his neck and were brought by
it,still alive, to a bottom of a mysterious lake…The picture of the Bajkal
lake emerged in his mind…He heard stories of cruelties which happened there in
the vicinity of that Siberian lake,the deepest lake in the world…Victims of
all sorts of Soviet mafias as well as political prisoners often ended their
lives at the bottom of the lake…
-“Tadek…A familiar sound reached again his ear.He realised it was his
friend’s voice. He looked at him. Steven Mac Dantosch took both of his hands
out from behind his back…They were untied...
To be continued...
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