Marek Vangard just dined in the Mariott Hotel restaurant
when his GSM began to sound.He reached for it.
-”Yes?!”- He said with a tone which displayed his displeasure.
-“Marek,it’s me. Staszek!”
-“Shit,what happened?! I’m just dining!”
-“I’m sorry,but you have to know it.”
-“Know what?”- An agony began to spread throughout his mind.
-“All dozen cars which were transported to Moscow are gone!”
-“What do you mean by’gone’?”
-“Just gone! Stolen,man! The driver was kicked out the transporter and
they,whoever they are,went away with everything we had,both the transporter and
the cars inside it.I think it was a Russian mafia.”
-“And Jan,I mean the driver,is he able to say anything what would give us some
clue,any details which could bring us to those bandits?”- Marek Vanguard felt
raged as hell.
-“No,absolutely not! He is in fact feeling very happy,because his life is
spared.There were many cases of drivers being shot dead!”
-“Shit! You organised the transport the wrong way.Probably some people
knew!”- Marek Vanguard did not really like his business partner who lived in
Minsk,the capital of Bielorussia.In fact he never fully trusted him.So why did
he choose him? He had no idea.Simply because of a shortage of time and a
knowledge that other eventual partners were not much better.Having a partner was
like playing a lottery:once you won,the other time you lost.But the transporter
and the dozen cars?! No,it really felt as if he got a knife in his back!
-“Oh,Marek,I don’t know what to do!”
-“Just,shit,wait! Try to get some information. I'm in Terespol tomorrow in the
morning.It’s already an evening and I have to get some sleep.I think I’ll
sleep with one eye open.Your message is a real nightmare! The cars were brand
-“Sorry,Marek,where are you now?”
-“In Warsaw! I wake up at 4a.m. and will be driving like a nuts,I think I
should be around 7a.m. in Terespol.”
-“I’ll be waiting for you,Marek.”
-“Good! Try to learn more!”- Marek Vangard ended the talk without saying
He felt terribly irritated.He never enjoyed going to Bielorussia,a country which
was en empty spot of civilisation within Europe,bloodied by the Lukashenko
dictatorship and without fundemantal means of survival.The inhabitants of the
country lived one step from starvation and one or two potatoes per
mouth,milk,flour and eggs during a single day were all what they could afford.In
Russia it was much better.Reforms were there introduced and the capitalist
system gained more and more foothold.Marek Vangard had no choice as to do what
he did.He needed to earn money which would give him a chance to live out his
life the way as it was known in the West.He knew that if he had any chance it
depended entirely from him and only from him alone.
He felt even more irritated when he thought about his brother,Tadek Vanguard.
What an idealist and a dreamer was he! How mismanaged picture of Poland he had
within his mind! He thought that Poland developed rapidly and was a tiger of
Europe. Nonsense! Yes,Ireland was a tiger of Europe but not Poland! Perhaps
there was a chance at the initial stage when Balcerowicz launched his “Shock
Theraphy”,but quite fast it showed up as yet another mismanagement of the
Polish economy.Very many things happened since the 1989 revolution,which
resulted in overthrowing the communist regime,all sorts of political parties
swept through the political scene,all sorts of politicians,from Walesa and
Kwasniewski to Buzek and Miller and…people of Poland were even more poor than
ever before.The unemployment skyrocketed to nearly twenty percent of total
labour force,something what should have been unthinkable.But…it was not
unthinkable in this country.Demagogues were spreading like mushrooms after
raining,such as Lepper and his”Samoobrona” what in English
meant”Selfdefence”.That guy knew only one thing to say:”No”.
In the West the picture was not much better.Rightist parties gained a momentum
practically in all the countries,Jorg Haider in Austria,Frank van Hecke and
Filip De Winter with their Vlaams Blok in Belgium,Fortuyn in the
Netherlands,French National Front leader Jean-Marie Le Pen who even has vowed to
turn back the political clock and take the country out of the European Union if
he becomes president of France and many,many other fircelly anti-immigrant
pseudo-politicians.In the movements they headed found a place many neofascists
who were apostles of Adolf Hitler! Yet another proof that people cannot learn
from history and repeat their mistakes again and again.There were concentration
camps in 1939-45 and there were again concentration camps much later,in the
Balkans.How many times he watched gruesome pictures on TV from what just was
happening in Jugoslavia! There was something not normal with people,then.
The Middle East was a complete shit! Why people could never compromise? Why did
they stay at extreme polars? How was it possible that the religions which had
common roots,such as Christianity,Moslem religion and Judaism were so hostile to
each other? The Old Testament was the roots to all those
religions.Partially,religious leaders were to be blamed.They demanded to believe
in God-whether Allah,Jesus Christ and whatever denomination-and were forgetting
to say to their followers that they must accept a stranger in the street.Because
if they did not accept the stranger,whoever he might be,then they did not really
believe in God.The teachings of God were about love,tolerance,acceptance of
another human being as he really was and this way only could be expressed the
real homage to God.Not any other way,even if you stayed in the church,mosque and
whatever other holly place day and night,even if you made a pilgramage to
Betleyem or Mekka.It still would not be acceptable to God as long as you
despised a man in the street.An unknown man! There in an unknown man was the
soul and spirit of God! The God Himself! And yet all sorts of fanatics turned
themselves into terrorrists and blew up innocent people in the name of God! How
could they do such an evil! God Allmighty,forgive them because they do not know
what do they do!
Well,what was wrong with the world? Why the world could not be a more happy
place? Was it good that so many foreigners were coming to the prosperous
countries of Europe? Millions of Moslem people,Africans,Asians and all other
people from all over the world were coming to Europe and stayed there,with no
intention of returning to their home countries.Millions of people within fifty
years! While before just hundreds of thousands in the entire millenium! Was the
migration to Europe not overexagerrated? The people of Europe became suddenly
confronted with philosophies,ways of life and even doctrines which were foreign
to their ways of life.They began to fill threatened.And again...some of the
foreigners turned to fanaticism,even to terrorism...Well,why were they coming to
Europe in the first place if they hated the European ways of life so much? Could
not they see that the liberal European model was the best medicine they
-“Stop it!”- He ordered to himself.He knew he had to think what next to
do.Was there any chance to recover the transport.Probably not.But he had to
try.Otherwise,so much invested money were lost.The dish had a sour taste and he
discontinued eating it.
He stood up and went to his appartament on the sixth floor of the Mariott
Hotel.There he had a look for a moment at the city lights landscape of the
capital,took shower afterwards and went to the bed.
He woke up at 4 a.m. and fifteen minutes later was already driving his car,Ford
Mondeo.There was no much traffic at that hour,even in the Warsaw streets.So he
was lucky to find himself quite fast on the motorway encompassing the capital.
Then it was just a smooth ride,with a music from the radio,sweetening his mind a
bit.That bitch,what was her name?,she even kissed with Madonna! But,to be
just,she sang quite good!
He found himself in Terespol at 7a.m.,exactly as he has foreseen.Staszek waited
already there,on the Polish side of the border,for him.He got into his car and
they drove through the border checkpoints to Brest,a town on the Bielorussian
side.There they met with other partners in a local hotel.Both were
Bielorussians,one was Misha,the other Sergiej.
-“Well,does any of you know anything more?”- Marek Vangard demanded.
There was a silence.
-“Did you call to the authorities in Minsk?”- He interrogated further.
-“Marek,you know we couldn’t do it! Our transport was not entirely legal.You
know it!”- Misha objected.
-“We would get even more problems if we did!”- Sergiej got along the line as
portrayed by Misha.
-“I don’t believe it! Who knows,maybe you’re connected to those who robed
-“You’re brutal,Marek.You must apologise!”- Misha was red faced.
-“O.K.,no time for quarrel,I take my words back.But…don’t you see that you
present me with completely nothing?! Nothing at all! Say something! Give me a
clue or an idea!
-“Call to Nikolij in Minsk.Perhaps he could give you some advice.”- Staszek
-“A good idea.I do it. Hmm,guys,maybe you are able to tell me at least where
all this happened,still on the teritorium of Bielorussia or already within
Russia? Perhaps we aren’t dealing with a Russian mafia but a Bielorussian
He did not wait for their raction and called to Nikolij.
-“Hi,Nikolij,I think you already know everything.What do you think,who did
-“This I don’t know.”
-“You think Bielorussians could be behind it?”
-“It’s possible.If you want I can try to learn as much as I can.I know some
guys who are mafia members but they are not real high in their hierarchy.But
maybe they know.I let you know this evening,at least by midnight,O.K.?”
-“I think we see each other in the evening.I go to Minsk.”- Marek Vangard
announced and discontinued further talking on the GSM. What a great
technological thing was that mobile telephone! One did not need to seek a
telephone,which was a rarity in that backward country.
He had busy the rest of the day,went to a number of garages where second hand
cars were being renovated,to a restaurant which he himself financed and to a
local clothing manufactury which he shared with Siemioslaw,a Bielurussian friend
of his.The guy was the only one whom he trusted entirely.He was married to a
Polish woman who also invested in the manufactury.He stayed with them the rest
of the day,enjoying their companionship but had no choice as to say good bye and
left for Minsk in the late afternoon hours.
It was already dark,around 9p.m. when he was close to Minsk.About thirty
kilometres away.He was just driving through a countryside full of woods.There
were no street lights,dus it was real dark.He noticed a group of people on the
street before him.They had machine guns in their hands.They were not
uniformed.It meant they were neither from the police nor the army.They might
have been in the civil but it looked rather they were part of…mafia.
Marek Vangard felt he panicked.He wanted to turn his car back and drive away but
then he noticed two cars were following him from behind,without lights on.He had
no choice as to drive ahead.He was already about twenty meters from the
guys,around twenty of them,who had their guns directed at him.One of
them,probably their leader,gave him a sign to stop his car.He did so.The only
chance he saw now was in a sort of a psychological persuasion.They circled his
car and approached him.The guy who earlier gave him a sign to stop his car now
directed a beam of light at him.He did not take it away so he was blinded and
did not see really much.It was now when he realised how a great mistake he did
by travelling in the evening hours.In a country as Bielurussia one could travel
only during a day and there still was not a guarantee for getting safely to the
destination.There was a brutal dictatorship on one side and even a more brutal
mafia rule on the other side,in that forgotten part of Europe.
-“Guy,you know who are we?”- He heard one of them,the one who earlier
ordered him to stop his car.
-“A patrol,I think.Thank you,gentlemen.I’m a businessman and have many
enterprises here in Bielorussia.Right now I’m going to meet a business partner
of mine who waits for me in Minsk”- He said as politely as he only could.
There was nothing but laugh,cold and sadistic one.
-“Forget it! You go nowhere.Your trip ends up here!”
-“What do you mean by it?”
-“Your death,guy! We’re a mafia!”
-“I don’t really joke!”- Marek Vangard tried to save himself from the
worst.-“I really have many enterprises here in Bielurussia and also in
Poland.You can gain much more if you let me live than if you kill me.
-“We can have your car!”
-“Men,you can have my car if you kill me but you can have hundreds of cars if
you don’t kill me.Look here at my business cards and my papers!”- Marek
Vangard felt desperate.He got his plastic cards from his jacket and passed them
to the leader of the mafia.He passed to him also a plik of documents which he
had by chance with him.
They looked at the cards and the documents,and they whispered something among
themselves,something what Marek Vangard knew was on a scale of life and
death,this time concerning him.How many times he heard stories like that! But he
felt nothing more than just sadness.Now,when it came to his own life,his agony
had unbelievable highs and downs.It felt like if falling down to an abyss and
their judgement was his…death.And yet he had a flame of hope within himself.A
hope for life.Even at that dready moment of falling into abyss.Falling and
falling,an endless falling.How endless a minute or two could be!
They stoped to whisper and looked down at him.One of them hit him with his gun
at his forehead,professionally,unexpectedly.A total darkness overpowered him and
he did not even had time to apprehend whether he lost only his consciousness or
much worse…his life.
To be continued…
Author: Thaddeus Hutyra.
Address: Frederik de Merodestraat 1.
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