From Congo to Congo, through CONGO (ending part 4) Terrible news about the war Marauder We felt shocked and devastated. Have never in my life we ??were not so scared, helpless, helpless and humiliated. I was sad, I am filled with anger, and I wanted to just get out of this country as soon as possible. Ailey called on some number, and within half an hour behind us came a Swede named Maria. She asked how our trip goes, and I told her the story, which may well be the bad memories in my life. "Well, thank, that nothing bad will happen," - she replied with a sigh of relief. "Nothing happened!" - I thought, with difficulty imagining what could go wrong. But Maria has not left me in the dark about this: "You know" - she said - "Recently the military in Brazzaville, not very satisfied with their situation, so they have a couple of times robbed a train just a few kilometers from the city. The last time this happened no more than two weeks ago. In general, you're lucky. Massacre of passengers Vozvraschayaesya at the time of our trip when we were in Pointe-Noire. Ailey was able to buy tickets to Brazzaville, and we sat down on a large square in front of the station, which had already gathered a large crowd. The train was supposed to go only five hours, but the conversations we realized that the place will be found in the car is not easy, so we decided to stick close to the station. Suddenly the kids to the square broke into the military and soldiers. They beat everybody sticks and bats, started to panic. Everywhere could be heard loud cries, crying children and the roar of the soldiers. A heavy blow came to one man directly in the head. I have a memory surfaced again, Paul Paul-face. Joint efforts of soldiers and police forced everyone to line up in long queues and if someone comes out of it, they immediately ran up with their batons. Within three hours, until we stood in the queue, soldiers and police have conducted several "rebuild" the people. Among the officers was one policeman who differed much more brutal than anything else. He tirelessly swept back and forth, enjoying the fear of casualties and passengers who have worked tirelessly with a club, constantly smashing a hand, then foot, then his jaw, then the contents of someone's bag. Suddenly, this sadist appeared in front of me. He was half a head taller than me, and I could not help noticing a beautiful shade of his skin. Fortunately, I passed the lot to return home with a broken limb. Epilogue: My story inexorably coming to an end, and I especially want to thank Mary. She took good care of us for a few days we spent in Brazzaville. In her presence I felt safe, even though I was shaking, and after a trip by train. She showed us the city and dine. During a conversation over dinner, we suddenly realized that my mom (she works as a nurse in a city hospital, which specializes in organ transplants), transplanted a kidney to her father about 10 years ago. She told us an interesting story about how she made the long journey on the Congo River on the ferry, which was more like a floating village, and a few interesting stories that happened to her during her stay in this country. Not quite the bright future of the Congo Our seven-day visa expires, and we had to go to a country that was quite possibly worse - in the Democratic Republic of the Congo will soon be held elections. Previously, we have already heard stories about what customs searches of people on the subject carried money and makes me all the cash on worthless Congolese francs at the exchange rate, which is more like robbery than a fair deal. Such searches are conducted as soon as people get to the city of Kinshasa, which is controlled by the DRC on the shore. In general, we hid the $ 1700 a bottle of shampoo and went to the bay to look for a boat. Along the way we passed colorful mausoleum Brazzy (city founder), which was dedicated just a week ago. Multimillion-dollar project designed to amuse the pride of the president. In the office, immigration officials again tried to pull us out of a bribe. We resorted to the tactics of denial and pretended to be a fool. This has borne fruit. After several hours of waiting under the scorching sun, we boarded a small boat and sailed to the other side of the river Congo. The outlines of Kinshasa were filled with hostility. Dark skyscrapers, huge gaping hole factories and rusted cranes were like petrified monsters from the past. About halfway motor is dead, and we floated downstream. "I remember you!" I realized that even the darkness is the heart. Inexorable rhythm it beats for each uniform police and military throughout Central Africa. It fills the minds of ruthless evil thoughts and invisible threads of hate and disgust. And I knew that the other side of me is waiting for a new detachment of these dark hearts. Therefore, go with the flow between the two shores of the huge river was not so bad, even in something safe. It was wet in no man's territory not subject people. Crossing the border was stalled. Start material:
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