Sunday, March 2, 2008

Shit! What Now?!

I just got pinched by police. Today is Monday and it's day off for all monks. So Kunga and I went to camp #3 to look at some carpets. As we walk by the refugee passport office, an Indian cop (dressed in civil clothes) motions us to come over to him. Fuck! How could we have been so careless?! Just walking like that in broad daylight. We whisper a very fast account of our story to each other as we make our steps over to him, to make sure we both say the same thing. They are 2. One a little less unpleasant than the other. The stiffest of the 2 is luckily for us the quiet one, he lets his partner do the talking. Kunga speaks for me, they speak Hindi, and so I can understand most of the conversation (my Hindi is much better than my Tibetan). He of course asks for my permit which y'all know I don't have. Kunga pretends he wasn't aware I needed a permit. He tells him I just came in this morning and am leaving this evening. The cop says he spotted us together 2 days ago walking around Gaden Jangtse or Gaden Shartse monasteries (they are both very close to one another). Kunga tells him that's not possible, he must be mistaken for I just came in this morning. The cop asks him if he's from Jangtse or Shartse, he lies and says Shartse, to be safe. They don't know where I live, but if they start to snoop around, I'm cooked. He then asks for my passport. I don't have it on me, I tell him. He says ok, I can spend the day ( so i'm taking advantage of it to write this now, while I'm allowed to be here, because I don't know when's the next time I'll be able to have internet access) . But if they find out I don't leave this evening, they'll come and catch me, and its prison. He's not fucking around either. I'm not sure what to do. Kunga and I are going to see if my permit has come in (which is almost impossible). If not, we don't know, maybe bakshish? (bribe). This is only very temporary help though, if it even works. And if not that, maybe I have to go, but where? and do what? I really don't want to go. Really. If I stay, than I really can't go out at all anymore and must stay in my room 24-7, hoping they don't start checking the monasteries and guesthouses, asking about me. We'll see what happens, wish me luck...

2 comments:

Miléna said...

Criss....

TU M'ÉNARVES!
Vas chez ta tante. Ou chez ton ami chez qui tu étais l'autre jour, on s'en fout, mais pousse-toi, stie!

Anonymous said...

C'est bien comme toi, Zita. T'as parvenue à faire mentir un moine tibétain, tout ce qu'il te reste c'est de l'faire sacrer en québécois.