Ron,
Good story but you are hopeless. I thought I could spin a good yarn but I humbly bow to your greatness. :icon_wink::icon_wink::icon_wink:
Shaun
Thanks Shaun,
Coming from you, a very articulate person, I will treasure the compliment.
A good story, like a comfortable sweater fits best when knitted with love.
The thread does count, and don't worry as I won't fleece anyone here by pulling the wool over their eyes.
Reflections from an Ex-convict:
The fresh evening air felt good after spending time in a dark, dank cell. The Police station was close to the hotel we were staying at so Yan decided for us to stretch our legs. Instead of a story for this episoide I have decided to share some observations I had made while being locked in the slammer; or is that slammed in the lockup :huh:
I was surprised at how few police officers were at the main reception. From the main lobby the only locked door was the glass security door leading to the upstairs. While sitting on the wired mesh bench I saw the frequent coming and goings of many young healthy looking males. None were in uniform and I thought they were maybe arriving for a shift change. A few procedeed up the left hallway but most went to the right hallway. Sometimes some would punch in a key code at the glass sliding door and proceed upstairs. But rarely any uniformed police officers would leave. All the men hand small tote carry bags slung off their shoulders. Since the ones I saw come in also left the building in street clothes, I soon realised that this police station had the majority of officers as undercover agents. And the tote bags probably carried their personal affects.
My hunch was justified when I would at times see an athletic young man, with tote bag, escorting people down the right hallway,steering them from behind with one hand on the back of their neck. Once I saw a young pretty girl being lead away and I could see concern itched in her eyes. There was much bantering going on between the many young men and the few uniformed officers. I also realised that if I wished, I could have very easily seen the code needed to accesses the glass security door leading up to the, I figure, administration area. Just before my interrogation I finally saw my first person being lead in handcuffed. I was also surprised, not my first viewing, but that he was distinctly non Chinese but Muslim. A short time later an elder muslim man came in with a little boy of about 8. Over the next half hour I would see the two muslims in discussion with the police officers. The hancuffed man would be led away, only to return to have a cigarette outside while under escort. When brought back inside, he fell to his knees and I could see great sorrow on his face. They led him down the right hallway one more time. I could hear the sound of metal doors echo from that direction so I knew where the cells were.
I was surprised at how lackadaisical security was at the police station. Compared to Canada and its more secure front end police stations, I guess the Chinese bureaucracy, and cultural mindset never thinks of an organised resistance assualting the precient.
On the trip back to the hotel I also noticed the most concentration of non Chinese residence for about a 4 block radius around the police station. They were heavily of a Muslim, Turkish or Pakastanian features. I also heard the familiar music I have heard before back in Canada. I live in a predomintly Siik / Muslim neighborhood. I thought to myself that wouldn't be ironic for me the gwi lou, to be caught starring at the foreigners.
