Misadventures in Khorog (ending part 2) The river runs right in the middle of the valley and, thus, divides the city in half. In some places the river crossing bridges, which are photographed - a pleasure. So, I went back on the road to the city, but the road went into the side of a river. For me it was not that good, so I went on a trail and asked in broken Russian people have met me, can I do here walk. I was told that it is possible. Eventually, I wandered into a blind alley, but this was a dead end at the River. I was too lazy to climb the hill, and I walked to the bridge, where he met four soldiers. "Damn!" - I thought. Botanical garden steps that led to the river and ends somewhere near the bridge. I went in the opposite direction from the soldiers, trying to behave naturally. This "trend" has led me to some office, so that the soldiers were immediately raised his voice. Suddenly I was surrounded by six soldiers, and they told me that I had wandered into a military zone, which is located right in the middle of the city. I took the passport, I began to resent. Took me by the arm and tried to steal something, I again began to rebel. It became obvious that the soldiers want to get me a bribe, but at this point we were approached by someone in a higher rank. I waited a bit, and then began vigorously to make a noise to attract his attention. It always works, because those who are now in a higher rank, after all this has passed, and now they do not want bribes. Roofs Khorog officer led me across the bridge to any concrete structure, which is near the main offices. I said: "Nieto, ya do not go there." Show other officers, so I decided to go inside. I started asking questions after a guy who quite reasonably say in English. I said: "Sat Itii" Pamir "Hotel" (Coming from the botanical garden of the hotel, "Pamir"). The guy said: "Yes, we will soon put the cursor there." These words are instilled some confidence, but I still had to climb into the bag. I took the camera and checked its contents, among whom was found shot taken of me when I watched the procession as part of the march against corruption. " "Dushanbe?" - He asked. Then they got to my camera. "You correspondent?" "Been here before?" "There were in Afghanistan?" "No, no, no, no, no!" - I replied. Bridge across mountain river Then "the investigators" knew what I had been in Dushanbe for 10 days. I had to explain what I was doing (all because of their strange system with entry permits). Then they decided to call some people in black suits. While we were waiting for them on my camera has video of my visit to the statue of Reclining Buddha in Laos. It was at that moment I felt that their mood has changed, and I believe that I am not a journalist. Besides, I stayed in the cheapest hotel with a cesspool instead of a normal toilet. The journalist never be settled in such circumstances. Monument to Lenin Most of the officers left the room, and the interpreter pointed to a photograph that hung on the wall. It was an old, faded photographs. "You know who this is?" "None. Who? Lenin? "" That Chovsky (I do not remember what his name was), he was chairman of the KGB. " "What valuable information" - I thought. Maybe he said it, because I looked not worried (at least outwardly). In all this history was one small positive thing. When I was rummaging in his bag, he suddenly stumbled upon the keys to his backpack. "Wow! - I said - because I was searching for them all morning! "After some time, came into the room a woman, who also decided to ask me some questions. I think my intuition helped me choose the right course of conduct with her. I said: 'Listen, I have not come to Tajikistan, to sit in this room, I came here to look at your beautiful country. " Ancient cassette Soon people came in black suits and recorded everything I said. Let me go. At the same time I shook hands with some people I have never seen before. Said goodbye to me everything, down to the guards, who carried the watch on the heavily guarded checkpoint on the main road. I could not believe that all this is happening. With me so often happens little trouble, but the "moment of glory," I have never been. Yeah, my attempts to get out of this truly comparable to the feats of Hercules. Just waiting passengers took me half a lifetime. Eleven hours I waited until the old Soviet van will meet passengers enough to ensure that we can leave here. Our goal was the second largest city of Gorno-Badakhshan - Murghab. In the way we went at 5 o'clock in the evening, which meant that anything on the Pamir highway I do not see it. One of the most beautiful scenery in the world was drowned in the dark of night. It is obvious that my misadventures in the war zone were my punishment for what I generally did not react to the presence of a bus pregnant women. I would have done so again? (It would take place along the road from Dushanbe to Khorog, when the bus was pregnant?) Now, I think not. Start material:
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