Iraqi Embassy Blues -Part Two
A continuation of:
Iraqi Embassy Blues - Part One
I moved over to a window and looked out. Dozens of German police
officers had surrounded the building. Hey guys, I think we
might have a slight problem here. It seems, from what Im gathering,
theres strong evidence to support the fact that weve
accidentally taken over the Iraqi embassy in Berlin.
My comrades paused for a moment before bursting out in good
You always say the weirdest things, my comrade chuckled
as he slapped me on the back.
No, really, I insisted. I think this might just
be the Iraqi embassy in Berlin.
Berlin! What would we be doing in Berlin? How could we possibly
be in Berlin? Do you remember flying to Berlin?
Well, I do kind of remember we were on a plane. And then
when we got off the plane, all the signs were in German.
That wasnt a plane.
No, no... it was just a very big car.
Then why is this building being surrounded by German police?
They always do that on New Years. Its tradition.
I turned to look out the window again and observed a group of German
police taking up sniper positions. Okay, I said. Now,
I dont want to spoil this whole affair and keep regurgitating
things, but I just want to get this out of the way once and for
all so that I dont have to concern myself with it anymore.
Are you all absolutely certain that we havent taken
over the Iraqi embassy in Berlin... and I want you to make sure
youre positive about this.
My comrades paused for a moment and looked at each other, coughing
Well, one of them finally admitted, there is
a slight chance that we might possibly have taken over the
Iraqi embassy in Berlin.
I smacked a hand to my head.
But I emphasize this possibility as slight,
Well I suppose this isnt the special New Years
building youve all been telling me so much about then.
Well, another of my comrades spoke up, we could
just be in the mock Iraqi embassy in Berlin.
You know, like Saddam Hussein has decoys for himself. Ive
heard that they set up a whole bunch of Iraqi embassies throughout
Berlin, and they all look fairly similar. To confuse people. So
they wont know which embassy is actually the real one.
Everyone seemed in agreement over the mock embassy theory.
What about the German police? I asked.
Um... perhaps theyre mock police.
Theyve got guns. I poked my head through a curtain
for a moment. And body armor.
Perhaps theyre conducting a mock drill.
I moved toward the back of the room to contemplate the situation
a bit further. I supposed, logically speaking, given the realm of
potential situations to calculate from, it was entirely possible
that we were in a mock Iraqi embassy.
As I sat down on a chair, I noticed a group of people huddled on
the floor in a corner, apparently distraught by something.
Are these hostages!!!
Um... hmm... um... no.
These are hostages! Youve taken hostages!
Well, I wouldnt quite call them hostages.
Can they leave?
Is this the Iraqi embassy in Berlin?
Have we taken control of the Iraqi embassy in Berlin?
I suppose the short answer to that would be yes.
What would the long answer be?
It would be a very intricate lie.
Then I would say that those people are hostages!
To be continued...