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<p>Pam: /* TRAIN BACK TO BERN, SWITZERLAND */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''Атех'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> [[File:ApexLogo.svg.png|thumb|right|240px|ATEX certification logo]]<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Atex'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She sees the logo for equipment certified to be used in Explosive Atmosphere, derived from the French '''AT'''mosphère '''EX'''plosive, but doesn't understand why a ship would be named that way.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair set near the window. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up a meeting.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, LATER====<br /> <br /> Carla is lying on the long chair. Jan is standing by the window.<br /> <br /> -and as a child, did you imagine him coming to save you?<br /> <br /> Carla, exhales a discreet laugh before answering.<br /> <br /> -look, I trust that you ask the right questions, but isn't all this a bit obvious? These questions about my father versus my imaginary lover...<br /> <br /> -I don't know, you tell me!<br /> <br /> -What I didn't tell you is that my father died of AIDS. I finally figured it out as no one ever spoke about it here. He died of AIDS because he was probably having a wild life in New York City while I was stuck with my grandparents on a farm. So yes, I hope that one day he'd show up, not to save me because I loved my grand-parents, but when he died I was seven. So as of then I was officially an orphan, only hoping for a ghost to come and save me. Then when I grew up, I guess that the ghost figure transform itself in some kind of lover. Does that fit the profile?<br /> <br /> Carla, is somehow out of breath, holding her emotions. Jan turns to her.<br /> <br /> Ok, thank you. I think it was enough for today. I'll see you next week, Ok...<br /> <br /> ====GREEK TAVERNA, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla enters a deserted restaurant in the mid afternoon. A man, probably in his seventies, looking like the owner, greets her and invites her to sit near the window.<br /> <br /> -Can I get you something to drink young lady.<br /> <br /> ...<br /> <br /> Carla has finished her plate and the owner is now sitting at her table, drinking Ouzo with her.<br /> <br /> -And do you know where you're family was from?<br /> <br /> -Yes, a small Island near Turkey.<br /> <br /> -Mitilini? Lesbos?<br /> <br /> -No, much further East. I can never say it, correctly but I can show you on the map.<br /> <br /> Carla lights up her phone and locates the island off the southern coast of Turkey.<br /> <br /> -There!<br /> <br /> -Oh, Kastellorizio!<br /> <br /> -Yes, that's it, but then I believe that they set up the business in Venice then moved to Australia during the war, then New York... They were in the shipping business.<br /> <br /> -Wow. Real Greeks.... I was in the shipping business too. A mechanic on ships for 15 years. Seen every port in the world. Then I decided to marry and move here.<br /> <br /> -So you have kids?<br /> <br /> -Yes, two boys, but they're big now, and Swiss, just like you...<br /> <br /> Carla smiles at the old man.<br /> <br /> -Oh, by the way, since you have been around, maybe you would recognize this port?<br /> <br /> Carla pulls the photograph of Uri and shows it to the old man.<br /> <br /> -Is this your boyfriend?<br /> <br /> -I don't know, maybe...<br /> <br /> -Well, he better come back fast, otherwise someone will steal you.<br /> <br /> Carla smile.<br /> <br /> -I don't know, Africa maybe because of all the black people. Could be Brazil too. This is his ship?<br /> <br /> -Yes, I think so.<br /> <br /> -He is Russian?<br /> <br /> -No why?<br /> <br /> -Because it's a Russian ship.<br /> <br /> -''Atex'' is a Russian company?<br /> <br /> -No, because they're Russian alphabet. Similar to Greek. In this case it's difficult to make the difference with Latin alphabet because they are similar letters yet slightly different. Here...<br /> <br /> The old man writes down on the paper table cloth: ''Атех''<br /> <br /> -See, the small ''т'' is like a capital ''T'' in Latin alphabet instead of ''t''.<br /> <br /> ====TRAIN BACK TO BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla is on the train back home. She pulls her phone and loads the Cyrillic alphabet on her phone the types the four enigmatic letters on the Russian keyboard. Hundreds of results pop up but all in Russian. She switches to the image tab and finds a collection of icons and sculptures of an ancient mystical figure: '''Принцесса Атех''', ''Princess Ateh''.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=One_Night_in_Bangkok&diff=4773 2015-12-13T04:53:22Z

<p>Pam: /* URI'S CABIN, CARGO SHIP, KHLONG TOEI PORT, THAILAND */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''As the letter continues its journey, Uri lands in Bangkok and inquires about new options to elude surveillance.<br /> <br /> ''In Bern, Carla's mental state is being questioned by her superior as no trace of her ever meeting Uri can be found.<br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[Принцесса Атех|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> {{<br /> #display_map: -28.06585, 117.85283; 13.7098655,100.6274988; 47.3527, 8.5706<br /> | service=openlayers<br /> | layers=osm-mapnik, osm-cyclemap<br /> |zoom=2<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ====PERTH, AUSTRALIA====<br /> <br /> The postman walks by an empty lot, stops for a moment, checks the address on the registered mail envelope from the UK, walks further past a parked fully equipped Honda Goldwing motorcycle and enters a Pawn Shop. A fat man in his mid-forties sits on a stool behind the counter&amp;mdash;desperatly trying to pull a tape stuck in a VHS player.<br /> <br /> -Wow, Ricky. What have you got for me today? Looks formal! murmurs the shop owner as he catches a glimpse at the postman's envelope.<br /> <br /> -Not for you Bob, actually these are.<br /> <br /> The postman hands a stack of letters, mostly government mail, to the shop owner.<br /> <br /> -Shit, thanks for the good news. Next time, drop them in my smoker outside.<br /> <br /> -How I'm I going to keep my job if you don't pay your taxes, teases the postman.<br /> <br /> -That's actually my plan Ricky. Why do you think we're going out of business. Because of all your [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amazon.com Amazon] and [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EBay E-Bay] deliveries.<br /> <br /> -Well, I'm sure you're doing well, replies the post-man. Isn't this a new motorbike you got parked outside.<br /> <br /> -Not new. But a shiny one, right! replies the shop owner still busy levering a screwdriver in the VHS player.<br /> <br /> The postman smiles at the owner and gets ready to leave.<br /> <br /> -By the way Bob, 226 Darwin Road, that should be right next door right?<br /> <br /> -Well here is 224 and there's nothing till Howie's petrol station, which is what?<br /> <br /> -320.<br /> <br /> -Guess they screwed up then. What's the name?<br /> <br /> The postman peeks at the envelope again.<br /> <br /> -[[Anastasio|Anastasio Xanthis]], 226 Darwin Road, Perth, Australia. No postcode.<br /> <br /> -Never heard of that name...<br /> <br /> -Ok then, thanks, good luck with the technology, replies the postman as he opens the door.<br /> <br /> And just before the door shuts, fat Bob adds. <br /> <br /> -I think I remember that there were issues with some neighbors, Greeks I think, regarding an unsettled land dispute when my old man bought the building... There are foundations a few yards from the road there. I don't know.<br /> <br /> -Well. Need a signature, so I guess this one will go back to England!<br /> <br /> The postman leaves the Paw Shop and notices the cut out rusted 45 gallon drum with a grill just outside.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S CABIN, CARGO SHIP, KHLONG TOEI PORT, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Standing in front of his cabin's mirror, Uri is putting the final touches to the light make up he's applied on his and cheekbones. He straps a sports bra around his shaved chest, wears a light silk blouse on top then fixes a glitzy baseball cap onto his head before grabbing his shoulder bag and exiting the room.<br /> <br /> ====CARGO SHIP BRIDGE, KHLONG TOEI PORT====<br /> <br /> On the dimly lit bridge, Uri, meets a sailor by an accommodation ladder which as been lowered on the sea-side of the cargo ship. Uri embraces the sailor then walks down the stairs to an idling junk which sail into the steamy Thai night.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla sits across from [[Jan|Dr Jan G. Grulc]], a psychiatry intern.<br /> <br /> -I understand that you are from Bern... Any reasons why you chose to come all the way to Zurich.<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little, looking at Lake Zurich through the window, then back at Jan.<br /> <br /> -In case you decided to keep me, I though the view would be nicer. Always felt a little entrenched back home!<br /> <br /> Jan continues listening, leaving a long silence. Carla, feeling a little uncomfortable, plays with her nails, then continues.<br /> <br /> -The truth?<br /> <br /> -If you want.<br /> <br /> -Bern is a small town. Didn't want people to know I was seeing a shrink.<br /> <br /> -When you say back home, what do you mean. What is home for you.<br /> <br /> -Definitely Bern. That's where I went to school. I mean University. That's where all my friend are.<br /> <br /> Jan reads through his file.<br /> <br /> -You wrote here that you were born in Afghanistan. Youn want to talk about this?<br /> <br /> -My parents were hippies. I was born in a VW bus.<br /> <br /> ====TRAIN BACK TO BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla stares at the unfolding scenery.<br /> <br /> ====BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Wearing a baseball cap and her androgynous attire, Uri registers at a run down hotel, near Rama IV Road. He drops his small backpack on the desk to pull his money and ID. The young female attendant opens his Canadian passport.<br /> <br /> -Pamela Sacred?<br /> <br /> -That's right!<br /> <br /> -So, how many nights?<br /> <br /> Uri looks at the decrepitude around the hallway, then answers.<br /> <br /> -One night... for now. Then we'll see.<br /> <br /> -600 Bath!<br /> <br /> Uri pull 6 bills and hands them to the attendant.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Carla is on the phone with Franziska.<br /> <br /> -No, because they question the fact that he even exists or that I actually had any contact with him.<br /> <br /> -And what about the bike accident on in front of your house and the man found on the Bubenbergrain?<br /> <br /> -Well, the bike accident, no one reported it and the Bubenbergrain man, I don't know... They think that because you told me about it when I asked you, I might have, like imagined the whole thing... extrapolate from there.<br /> <br /> Franziska doesn't answer right away, leaving an awkward silence on the line.<br /> <br /> -And what do you think?<br /> <br /> -What, you think I'm crazy too?<br /> <br /> -No... no... relax. But we both know that this whole Russian investigation you've been working on has put under a tremendous amount of stress.<br /> <br /> -Doesn't mean that I would suddenly start imagining things. This is crazy... says Carla as tears build in her eyes. I'm gonna go now, I'm tired.<br /> <br /> -Carla, don't hang up... I'm trying to help you here...<br /> <br /> Carla hangs up and sits on the floor holding her phone which starts ringing back until she shuts it down and lets hers tears flow down her cheeks.<br /> <br /> ====CHAT PLASTIC SURGERY CLINIC, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat, a Thai man sits behind his glass desk as he is briefing [[Uri]] about the logistics of a [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_reassignment_surgery sex reassignment surgery].<br /> <br /> -SRS is a complex surgical procedure which needs a specialized set of skills and knowledge for transforming a male to female with the best possible aesthetic appearance and function. The concept is to make the new genitalia look as real as a biological woman in every way. I'm very happy with my artistic techniques of non-penile inversion which makes me very flexible. I can assure you that I will apply my skills and experience to achieve good sensation, natural look of female genitalia and perfect function for intimacy with your partner.<br /> <br /> Uri nods with a grin. The doctor's nurse, who has been standing by him, invites Uri to the lean on the examination table in the adjacent room.<br /> <br /> -Miss Pamela, please remove you clothes so that Doctor Chat can examine your body.<br /> <br /> As Uri undresses, the doctor approaches and comments.<br /> <br /> -Oh, you are circumcised!<br /> <br /> -Yes, as you can see. Replies Uri, perplex. Is there anything wrong.<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat grabs Uri dick and pulls it, then grabs his balls.<br /> <br /> -Well, the more skin we have to work with, the better the results are. Scrotal skin is the most important and that's good but penile and prepuce skin is crucial to form the lip-like fold. In your case, we have no foreskin and not that much penile skin...<br /> <br /> Uri gets kind of defensive.<br /> <br /> -Well, when it get hard, it extends to a normal size....<br /> <br /> Back at the doctor's desk<br /> <br /> -Now you know that [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Professional_Association_for_Transgender_Health WPATH] regulations demands that you provide us with 2 letters from professionals before we can proceed. As I understand that you did not do this prior to leaving Canada, we can provide you a list of accredited psychiatrists we work with here in Bangkok.<br /> <br /> Chat hands a printed spreadsheet to Uri.<br /> <br /> -Here you go Miss Pamela. Don't forget to be convincing. If not, they might not give you the letter.<br /> <br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[Принцесса Атех|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=One_Night_in_Bangkok&diff=4772 2015-12-13T04:52:22Z

<p>Pam: /* BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK, THAILAND */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''As the letter continues its journey, Uri lands in Bangkok and inquires about new options to elude surveillance.<br /> <br /> ''In Bern, Carla's mental state is being questioned by her superior as no trace of her ever meeting Uri can be found.<br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[Принцесса Атех|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> {{<br /> #display_map: -28.06585, 117.85283; 13.7098655,100.6274988; 47.3527, 8.5706<br /> | service=openlayers<br /> | layers=osm-mapnik, osm-cyclemap<br /> |zoom=2<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ====PERTH, AUSTRALIA====<br /> <br /> The postman walks by an empty lot, stops for a moment, checks the address on the registered mail envelope from the UK, walks further past a parked fully equipped Honda Goldwing motorcycle and enters a Pawn Shop. A fat man in his mid-forties sits on a stool behind the counter&amp;mdash;desperatly trying to pull a tape stuck in a VHS player.<br /> <br /> -Wow, Ricky. What have you got for me today? Looks formal! murmurs the shop owner as he catches a glimpse at the postman's envelope.<br /> <br /> -Not for you Bob, actually these are.<br /> <br /> The postman hands a stack of letters, mostly government mail, to the shop owner.<br /> <br /> -Shit, thanks for the good news. Next time, drop them in my smoker outside.<br /> <br /> -How I'm I going to keep my job if you don't pay your taxes, teases the postman.<br /> <br /> -That's actually my plan Ricky. Why do you think we're going out of business. Because of all your [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amazon.com Amazon] and [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EBay E-Bay] deliveries.<br /> <br /> -Well, I'm sure you're doing well, replies the post-man. Isn't this a new motorbike you got parked outside.<br /> <br /> -Not new. But a shiny one, right! replies the shop owner still busy levering a screwdriver in the VHS player.<br /> <br /> The postman smiles at the owner and gets ready to leave.<br /> <br /> -By the way Bob, 226 Darwin Road, that should be right next door right?<br /> <br /> -Well here is 224 and there's nothing till Howie's petrol station, which is what?<br /> <br /> -320.<br /> <br /> -Guess they screwed up then. What's the name?<br /> <br /> The postman peeks at the envelope again.<br /> <br /> -[[Anastasio|Anastasio Xanthis]], 226 Darwin Road, Perth, Australia. No postcode.<br /> <br /> -Never heard of that name...<br /> <br /> -Ok then, thanks, good luck with the technology, replies the postman as he opens the door.<br /> <br /> And just before the door shuts, fat Bob adds. <br /> <br /> -I think I remember that there were issues with some neighbors, Greeks I think, regarding an unsettled land dispute when my old man bought the building... There are foundations a few yards from the road there. I don't know.<br /> <br /> -Well. Need a signature, so I guess this one will go back to England!<br /> <br /> The postman leaves the Paw Shop and notices the cut out rusted 45 gallon drum with a grill just outside.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S CABIN, CARGO SHIP, KHLONG TOEI PORT, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Standing in front of his cabin's mirror, Uri is putting the final touches to the light make up he's applied on his and cheekbones. He straps a sports bra around his shaved chest, wears a light silk blouse on top then fixes a black hair wig onto his head before grabbing his shoulder bag and exiting the room.<br /> <br /> ====CARGO SHIP BRIDGE, KHLONG TOEI PORT====<br /> <br /> On the dimly lit bridge, Uri, meets a sailor by an accommodation ladder which as been lowered on the sea-side of the cargo ship. Uri embraces the sailor then walks down the stairs to an idling junk which sail into the steamy Thai night.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla sits across from [[Jan|Dr Jan G. Grulc]], a psychiatry intern.<br /> <br /> -I understand that you are from Bern... Any reasons why you chose to come all the way to Zurich.<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little, looking at Lake Zurich through the window, then back at Jan.<br /> <br /> -In case you decided to keep me, I though the view would be nicer. Always felt a little entrenched back home!<br /> <br /> Jan continues listening, leaving a long silence. Carla, feeling a little uncomfortable, plays with her nails, then continues.<br /> <br /> -The truth?<br /> <br /> -If you want.<br /> <br /> -Bern is a small town. Didn't want people to know I was seeing a shrink.<br /> <br /> -When you say back home, what do you mean. What is home for you.<br /> <br /> -Definitely Bern. That's where I went to school. I mean University. That's where all my friend are.<br /> <br /> Jan reads through his file.<br /> <br /> -You wrote here that you were born in Afghanistan. Youn want to talk about this?<br /> <br /> -My parents were hippies. I was born in a VW bus.<br /> <br /> ====TRAIN BACK TO BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla stares at the unfolding scenery.<br /> <br /> ====BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Wearing a baseball cap and her androgynous attire, Uri registers at a run down hotel, near Rama IV Road. He drops his small backpack on the desk to pull his money and ID. The young female attendant opens his Canadian passport.<br /> <br /> -Pamela Sacred?<br /> <br /> -That's right!<br /> <br /> -So, how many nights?<br /> <br /> Uri looks at the decrepitude around the hallway, then answers.<br /> <br /> -One night... for now. Then we'll see.<br /> <br /> -600 Bath!<br /> <br /> Uri pull 6 bills and hands them to the attendant.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Carla is on the phone with Franziska.<br /> <br /> -No, because they question the fact that he even exists or that I actually had any contact with him.<br /> <br /> -And what about the bike accident on in front of your house and the man found on the Bubenbergrain?<br /> <br /> -Well, the bike accident, no one reported it and the Bubenbergrain man, I don't know... They think that because you told me about it when I asked you, I might have, like imagined the whole thing... extrapolate from there.<br /> <br /> Franziska doesn't answer right away, leaving an awkward silence on the line.<br /> <br /> -And what do you think?<br /> <br /> -What, you think I'm crazy too?<br /> <br /> -No... no... relax. But we both know that this whole Russian investigation you've been working on has put under a tremendous amount of stress.<br /> <br /> -Doesn't mean that I would suddenly start imagining things. This is crazy... says Carla as tears build in her eyes. I'm gonna go now, I'm tired.<br /> <br /> -Carla, don't hang up... I'm trying to help you here...<br /> <br /> Carla hangs up and sits on the floor holding her phone which starts ringing back until she shuts it down and lets hers tears flow down her cheeks.<br /> <br /> ====CHAT PLASTIC SURGERY CLINIC, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat, a Thai man sits behind his glass desk as he is briefing [[Uri]] about the logistics of a [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_reassignment_surgery sex reassignment surgery].<br /> <br /> -SRS is a complex surgical procedure which needs a specialized set of skills and knowledge for transforming a male to female with the best possible aesthetic appearance and function. The concept is to make the new genitalia look as real as a biological woman in every way. I'm very happy with my artistic techniques of non-penile inversion which makes me very flexible. I can assure you that I will apply my skills and experience to achieve good sensation, natural look of female genitalia and perfect function for intimacy with your partner.<br /> <br /> Uri nods with a grin. The doctor's nurse, who has been standing by him, invites Uri to the lean on the examination table in the adjacent room.<br /> <br /> -Miss Pamela, please remove you clothes so that Doctor Chat can examine your body.<br /> <br /> As Uri undresses, the doctor approaches and comments.<br /> <br /> -Oh, you are circumcised!<br /> <br /> -Yes, as you can see. Replies Uri, perplex. Is there anything wrong.<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat grabs Uri dick and pulls it, then grabs his balls.<br /> <br /> -Well, the more skin we have to work with, the better the results are. Scrotal skin is the most important and that's good but penile and prepuce skin is crucial to form the lip-like fold. In your case, we have no foreskin and not that much penile skin...<br /> <br /> Uri gets kind of defensive.<br /> <br /> -Well, when it get hard, it extends to a normal size....<br /> <br /> Back at the doctor's desk<br /> <br /> -Now you know that [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Professional_Association_for_Transgender_Health WPATH] regulations demands that you provide us with 2 letters from professionals before we can proceed. As I understand that you did not do this prior to leaving Canada, we can provide you a list of accredited psychiatrists we work with here in Bangkok.<br /> <br /> Chat hands a printed spreadsheet to Uri.<br /> <br /> -Here you go Miss Pamela. Don't forget to be convincing. If not, they might not give you the letter.<br /> <br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[Принцесса Атех|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=One_Night_in_Bangkok&diff=4771 2015-12-13T04:48:02Z

<p>Pam: /* CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''As the letter continues its journey, Uri lands in Bangkok and inquires about new options to elude surveillance.<br /> <br /> ''In Bern, Carla's mental state is being questioned by her superior as no trace of her ever meeting Uri can be found.<br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[Принцесса Атех|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> {{<br /> #display_map: -28.06585, 117.85283; 13.7098655,100.6274988; 47.3527, 8.5706<br /> | service=openlayers<br /> | layers=osm-mapnik, osm-cyclemap<br /> |zoom=2<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ====PERTH, AUSTRALIA====<br /> <br /> The postman walks by an empty lot, stops for a moment, checks the address on the registered mail envelope from the UK, walks further past a parked fully equipped Honda Goldwing motorcycle and enters a Pawn Shop. A fat man in his mid-forties sits on a stool behind the counter&amp;mdash;desperatly trying to pull a tape stuck in a VHS player.<br /> <br /> -Wow, Ricky. What have you got for me today? Looks formal! murmurs the shop owner as he catches a glimpse at the postman's envelope.<br /> <br /> -Not for you Bob, actually these are.<br /> <br /> The postman hands a stack of letters, mostly government mail, to the shop owner.<br /> <br /> -Shit, thanks for the good news. Next time, drop them in my smoker outside.<br /> <br /> -How I'm I going to keep my job if you don't pay your taxes, teases the postman.<br /> <br /> -That's actually my plan Ricky. Why do you think we're going out of business. Because of all your [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amazon.com Amazon] and [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EBay E-Bay] deliveries.<br /> <br /> -Well, I'm sure you're doing well, replies the post-man. Isn't this a new motorbike you got parked outside.<br /> <br /> -Not new. But a shiny one, right! replies the shop owner still busy levering a screwdriver in the VHS player.<br /> <br /> The postman smiles at the owner and gets ready to leave.<br /> <br /> -By the way Bob, 226 Darwin Road, that should be right next door right?<br /> <br /> -Well here is 224 and there's nothing till Howie's petrol station, which is what?<br /> <br /> -320.<br /> <br /> -Guess they screwed up then. What's the name?<br /> <br /> The postman peeks at the envelope again.<br /> <br /> -[[Anastasio|Anastasio Xanthis]], 226 Darwin Road, Perth, Australia. No postcode.<br /> <br /> -Never heard of that name...<br /> <br /> -Ok then, thanks, good luck with the technology, replies the postman as he opens the door.<br /> <br /> And just before the door shuts, fat Bob adds. <br /> <br /> -I think I remember that there were issues with some neighbors, Greeks I think, regarding an unsettled land dispute when my old man bought the building... There are foundations a few yards from the road there. I don't know.<br /> <br /> -Well. Need a signature, so I guess this one will go back to England!<br /> <br /> The postman leaves the Paw Shop and notices the cut out rusted 45 gallon drum with a grill just outside.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S CABIN, CARGO SHIP, KHLONG TOEI PORT, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Standing in front of his cabin's mirror, Uri is putting the final touches to the light make up he's applied on his and cheekbones. He straps a sports bra around his shaved chest, wears a light silk blouse on top then fixes a black hair wig onto his head before grabbing his shoulder bag and exiting the room.<br /> <br /> ====CARGO SHIP BRIDGE, KHLONG TOEI PORT====<br /> <br /> On the dimly lit bridge, Uri, meets a sailor by an accommodation ladder which as been lowered on the sea-side of the cargo ship. Uri embraces the sailor then walks down the stairs to an idling junk which sail into the steamy Thai night.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla sits across from [[Jan|Dr Jan G. Grulc]], a psychiatry intern.<br /> <br /> -I understand that you are from Bern... Any reasons why you chose to come all the way to Zurich.<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little, looking at Lake Zurich through the window, then back at Jan.<br /> <br /> -In case you decided to keep me, I though the view would be nicer. Always felt a little entrenched back home!<br /> <br /> Jan continues listening, leaving a long silence. Carla, feeling a little uncomfortable, plays with her nails, then continues.<br /> <br /> -The truth?<br /> <br /> -If you want.<br /> <br /> -Bern is a small town. Didn't want people to know I was seeing a shrink.<br /> <br /> -When you say back home, what do you mean. What is home for you.<br /> <br /> -Definitely Bern. That's where I went to school. I mean University. That's where all my friend are.<br /> <br /> Jan reads through his file.<br /> <br /> -You wrote here that you were born in Afghanistan. Youn want to talk about this?<br /> <br /> -My parents were hippies. I was born in a VW bus.<br /> <br /> ====TRAIN BACK TO BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla stares at the unfolding scenery.<br /> <br /> ====BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Wearing a baseball cap &amp; dressed in an androgynous way, Uri registers at a run down hotel, near Rama IV Road. He drops his small backpack on the desk to pull his money and ID. The young female attendant opens his Canadian passport.<br /> <br /> -Pamela Sacred?<br /> <br /> -That's right!<br /> <br /> -So, how many nights?<br /> <br /> Uri looks at the decrepitude around the hallway, then answers.<br /> <br /> -One night... for now. Then we'll see.<br /> <br /> -600 Bath!<br /> <br /> Uri pull 6 bills and hands them to the attendant.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Carla is on the phone with Franziska.<br /> <br /> -No, because they question the fact that he even exists or that I actually had any contact with him.<br /> <br /> -And what about the bike accident on in front of your house and the man found on the Bubenbergrain?<br /> <br /> -Well, the bike accident, no one reported it and the Bubenbergrain man, I don't know... They think that because you told me about it when I asked you, I might have, like imagined the whole thing... extrapolate from there.<br /> <br /> Franziska doesn't answer right away, leaving an awkward silence on the line.<br /> <br /> -And what do you think?<br /> <br /> -What, you think I'm crazy too?<br /> <br /> -No... no... relax. But we both know that this whole Russian investigation you've been working on has put under a tremendous amount of stress.<br /> <br /> -Doesn't mean that I would suddenly start imagining things. This is crazy... says Carla as tears build in her eyes. I'm gonna go now, I'm tired.<br /> <br /> -Carla, don't hang up... I'm trying to help you here...<br /> <br /> Carla hangs up and sits on the floor holding her phone which starts ringing back until she shuts it down and lets hers tears flow down her cheeks.<br /> <br /> ====CHAT PLASTIC SURGERY CLINIC, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat, a Thai man sits behind his glass desk as he is briefing [[Uri]] about the logistics of a [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_reassignment_surgery sex reassignment surgery].<br /> <br /> -SRS is a complex surgical procedure which needs a specialized set of skills and knowledge for transforming a male to female with the best possible aesthetic appearance and function. The concept is to make the new genitalia look as real as a biological woman in every way. I'm very happy with my artistic techniques of non-penile inversion which makes me very flexible. I can assure you that I will apply my skills and experience to achieve good sensation, natural look of female genitalia and perfect function for intimacy with your partner.<br /> <br /> Uri nods with a grin. The doctor's nurse, who has been standing by him, invites Uri to the lean on the examination table in the adjacent room.<br /> <br /> -Miss Pamela, please remove you clothes so that Doctor Chat can examine your body.<br /> <br /> As Uri undresses, the doctor approaches and comments.<br /> <br /> -Oh, you are circumcised!<br /> <br /> -Yes, as you can see. Replies Uri, perplex. Is there anything wrong.<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat grabs Uri dick and pulls it, then grabs his balls.<br /> <br /> -Well, the more skin we have to work with, the better the results are. Scrotal skin is the most important and that's good but penile and prepuce skin is crucial to form the lip-like fold. In your case, we have no foreskin and not that much penile skin...<br /> <br /> Uri gets kind of defensive.<br /> <br /> -Well, when it get hard, it extends to a normal size....<br /> <br /> Back at the doctor's desk<br /> <br /> -Now you know that [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Professional_Association_for_Transgender_Health WPATH] regulations demands that you provide us with 2 letters from professionals before we can proceed. As I understand that you did not do this prior to leaving Canada, we can provide you a list of accredited psychiatrists we work with here in Bangkok.<br /> <br /> Chat hands a printed spreadsheet to Uri.<br /> <br /> -Here you go Miss Pamela. Don't forget to be convincing. If not, they might not give you the letter.<br /> <br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[Принцесса Атех|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=One_Night_in_Bangkok&diff=4770 2015-12-13T04:27:40Z

<p>Pam: </p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''As the letter continues its journey, Uri lands in Bangkok and inquires about new options to elude surveillance.<br /> <br /> ''In Bern, Carla's mental state is being questioned by her superior as no trace of her ever meeting Uri can be found.<br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[Принцесса Атех|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> {{<br /> #display_map: -28.06585, 117.85283; 13.7098655,100.6274988; 47.3527, 8.5706<br /> | service=openlayers<br /> | layers=osm-mapnik, osm-cyclemap<br /> |zoom=2<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ====PERTH, AUSTRALIA====<br /> <br /> The postman walks by an empty lot, stops for a moment, checks the address on the registered mail envelope from the UK, walks further past a parked fully equipped Honda Goldwing motorcycle and enters a Pawn Shop. A fat man in his mid-forties sits on a stool behind the counter&amp;mdash;desperatly trying to pull a tape stuck in a VHS player.<br /> <br /> -Wow, Ricky. What have you got for me today? Looks formal! murmurs the shop owner as he catches a glimpse at the postman's envelope.<br /> <br /> -Not for you Bob, actually these are.<br /> <br /> The postman hands a stack of letters, mostly government mail, to the shop owner.<br /> <br /> -Shit, thanks for the good news. Next time, drop them in my smoker outside.<br /> <br /> -How I'm I going to keep my job if you don't pay your taxes, teases the postman.<br /> <br /> -That's actually my plan Ricky. Why do you think we're going out of business. Because of all your [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amazon.com Amazon] and [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EBay E-Bay] deliveries.<br /> <br /> -Well, I'm sure you're doing well, replies the post-man. Isn't this a new motorbike you got parked outside.<br /> <br /> -Not new. But a shiny one, right! replies the shop owner still busy levering a screwdriver in the VHS player.<br /> <br /> The postman smiles at the owner and gets ready to leave.<br /> <br /> -By the way Bob, 226 Darwin Road, that should be right next door right?<br /> <br /> -Well here is 224 and there's nothing till Howie's petrol station, which is what?<br /> <br /> -320.<br /> <br /> -Guess they screwed up then. What's the name?<br /> <br /> The postman peeks at the envelope again.<br /> <br /> -[[Anastasio|Anastasio Xanthis]], 226 Darwin Road, Perth, Australia. No postcode.<br /> <br /> -Never heard of that name...<br /> <br /> -Ok then, thanks, good luck with the technology, replies the postman as he opens the door.<br /> <br /> And just before the door shuts, fat Bob adds. <br /> <br /> -I think I remember that there were issues with some neighbors, Greeks I think, regarding an unsettled land dispute when my old man bought the building... There are foundations a few yards from the road there. I don't know.<br /> <br /> -Well. Need a signature, so I guess this one will go back to England!<br /> <br /> The postman leaves the Paw Shop and notices the cut out rusted 45 gallon drum with a grill just outside.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S CABIN, CARGO SHIP, KHLONG TOEI PORT, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Standing in front of his cabin's mirror, Uri is putting the final touches to the light make up he's applied on his and cheekbones. He straps a sports bra around his shaved chest, wears a light silk blouse on top then fixes a black hair wig onto his head before grabbing his shoulder bag and exiting the room.<br /> <br /> ====CARGO SHIP BRIDGE, KHLONG TOEI PORT====<br /> <br /> On the dimly lit bridge, Uri, meets a sailor by an accommodation ladder which as been lowered on the sea-side of the cargo ship. Uri embraces the sailor then walks down the stairs to an idling junk which sail into the steamy Thai night.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla sits across from [[Jan|Dr Jan G. Grulc]], a psychiatry intern.<br /> <br /> -I understand that you are from Bern... Any reasons why you chose to come all the way to Zurich.<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little, looking at Lake Zurich through the window, then back at Jan.<br /> <br /> -In case you decided to keep me, I though the view would be nicer. Always felt a little entrenched back home!<br /> <br /> Jan continues listening, leaving a long silence. Carla, feeling a little uncomfortable, plays with her nails, then continues.<br /> <br /> -The truth?<br /> <br /> -If you want.<br /> <br /> -Bern is a small town. Didn't want people to know I was seeing a shrink.<br /> <br /> -When you say back home, what do you mean. What is home for you.<br /> <br /> -Definitely Bern. That's where I went to school. I mean University. That's where all my friend are.<br /> <br /> Jan reads through his file.<br /> <br /> -You wrote here that you were born in Afghanistan. Youn want to talk about this?<br /> <br /> -My parents were hippies. I was born in a VW bus.<br /> <br /> ====TRAIN BACK TO BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla stares at the unfolding scenery.<br /> <br /> ====BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Wearing a baseball cap &amp; dressed in an androgynous way, Uri registers at a run down hotel, near Rama IV Road. He drops his small backpack on the desk to pull his money and ID. The young female attendant opens his Canadian passport.<br /> <br /> -Pamela Sacred?<br /> <br /> -That's right!<br /> <br /> -So, how many nights?<br /> <br /> Uri looks at the decrepitude around the hallway, then answers.<br /> <br /> -One night... for now. Then we'll see.<br /> <br /> -600 Bath!<br /> <br /> Uri pull 6 bills and hands them to the attendant.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Carla is on the phone with Franziska.<br /> <br /> -No, because they question the fact that he even exists or that I actually had any contact with him...<br /> <br /> ====CHAT PLASTIC SURGERY CLINIC, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat, a Thai man sits behind his glass desk as he is briefing [[Uri]] about the logistics of a [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_reassignment_surgery sex reassignment surgery].<br /> <br /> -SRS is a complex surgical procedure which needs a specialized set of skills and knowledge for transforming a male to female with the best possible aesthetic appearance and function. The concept is to make the new genitalia look as real as a biological woman in every way. I'm very happy with my artistic techniques of non-penile inversion which makes me very flexible. I can assure you that I will apply my skills and experience to achieve good sensation, natural look of female genitalia and perfect function for intimacy with your partner.<br /> <br /> Uri nods with a grin. The doctor's nurse, who has been standing by him, invites Uri to the lean on the examination table in the adjacent room.<br /> <br /> -Miss Pamela, please remove you clothes so that Doctor Chat can examine your body.<br /> <br /> As Uri undresses, the doctor approaches and comments.<br /> <br /> -Oh, you are circumcised!<br /> <br /> -Yes, as you can see. Replies Uri, perplex. Is there anything wrong.<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat grabs Uri dick and pulls it, then grabs his balls.<br /> <br /> -Well, the more skin we have to work with, the better the results are. Scrotal skin is the most important and that's good but penile and prepuce skin is crucial to form the lip-like fold. In your case, we have no foreskin and not that much penile skin...<br /> <br /> Uri gets kind of defensive.<br /> <br /> -Well, when it get hard, it extends to a normal size....<br /> <br /> Back at the doctor's desk<br /> <br /> -Now you know that [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Professional_Association_for_Transgender_Health WPATH] regulations demands that you provide us with 2 letters from professionals before we can proceed. As I understand that you did not do this prior to leaving Canada, we can provide you a list of accredited psychiatrists we work with here in Bangkok.<br /> <br /> Chat hands a printed spreadsheet to Uri.<br /> <br /> -Here you go Miss Pamela. Don't forget to be convincing. If not, they might not give you the letter.<br /> <br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[Принцесса Атех|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4769 2015-12-13T03:28:52Z

<p>Pam: /* TRAIN BACK TO BERN, SWITZERLAND */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''Атех'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> [[File:ApexLogo.svg.png|thumb|right|240px|ATEX certification logo]]<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Atex'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She sees the logo for equipment certified to be used in Explosive Atmosphere, derived from the French '''AT'''mosphère '''EX'''plosive, but doesn't understand why a ship would be named that way.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair set near the window. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up a meeting.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, LATER====<br /> <br /> Carla is lying on the long chair. Jan is standing by the window.<br /> <br /> -and as a child, did you imagine him coming to save you?<br /> <br /> Carla, exhales a discreet laugh before answering.<br /> <br /> -look, I trust that you ask the right questions, but isn't all this a bit obvious? These questions about my father versus my imaginary lover...<br /> <br /> -I don't know, you tell me!<br /> <br /> -What I didn't tell you is that my father died of AIDS. I finally figured it out as no one ever spoke about it here. He died of AIDS because he was probably having a wild life in New York City while I was stuck with my grandparents on a farm. So yes, I hope that one day he'd show up, not to save me because I loved my grand-parents, but when he died I was seven. So as of then I was officially an orphan, only hoping for a ghost to come and save me. Then when I grew up, I guess that the ghost figure transform itself in some kind of lover. Does that fit the profile?<br /> <br /> Carla, is somehow out of breath, holding her emotions. Jan turns to her.<br /> <br /> Ok, thank you. I think it was enough for today. I'll see you next week, Ok...<br /> <br /> ====GREEK TAVERNA, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla enters a deserted restaurant in the mid afternoon. A man, probably in his seventies, looking like the owner, greets her and invites her to sit near the window.<br /> <br /> -Can I get you something to drink young lady.<br /> <br /> ...<br /> <br /> Carla has finished her plate and the owner is now sitting at her table, drinking Ouzo with her.<br /> <br /> -And do you know where you're family was from?<br /> <br /> -Yes, a small Island near Turkey.<br /> <br /> -Mitilini? Lesbos?<br /> <br /> -No, much further East. I can never say it, correctly but I can show you on the map.<br /> <br /> Carla lights up her phone and locates the island off the southern coast of Turkey.<br /> <br /> -There!<br /> <br /> -Oh, Kastellorizio!<br /> <br /> -Yes, that's it, but then I believe that they set up the business in Venice then moved to Australia during the war, then New York... They were in the shipping business.<br /> <br /> -Wow. Real Greeks.... I was in the shipping business too. A mechanic on ships for 15 years. Seen every port in the world. Then I decided to marry and move here.<br /> <br /> -So you have kids?<br /> <br /> -Yes, two boys, but they're big now, and Swiss, just like you...<br /> <br /> Carla smiles at the old man.<br /> <br /> -Oh, by the way, since you have been around, maybe you would recognize this port?<br /> <br /> Carla pulls the photograph of Uri and shows it to the old man.<br /> <br /> -Is this your boyfriend?<br /> <br /> -I don't know, maybe...<br /> <br /> -Well, he better come back fast, otherwise someone will steal you.<br /> <br /> Carla smile.<br /> <br /> -I don't know, Africa maybe because of all the black people. Could be Brazil too. This is his ship?<br /> <br /> -Yes, I think so.<br /> <br /> -He is Russian?<br /> <br /> -No why?<br /> <br /> -Because it's a Russian ship.<br /> <br /> -''Atex'' is a Russian company?<br /> <br /> -No, because they're Russian alphabet. Similar to Greek. In this case it's difficult to make the difference with Latin alphabet because they are similar letters yet slightly different. Here...<br /> <br /> The old man writes down on the paper table cloth: ''Атех''<br /> <br /> -See, the small ''т'' is like a capital ''T'' in Latin alphabet instead of ''t''.<br /> <br /> ====TRAIN BACK TO BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla is on the train back home. She pulls her phone and loads the Cyrillic alphabet on her phone the types the four enigmatic letters on the Russian keyboard. Hundreds of results pop up but all in Russian. She switches to the image tab and finds a collection of icons and sculptures of an ancient mystical figure: '''Принцесса Атех''', '''Princess Ateh'''.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

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<p>Pam: /* GREEK TAVERNA, ZURICH */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''Атех'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> [[File:ApexLogo.svg.png|thumb|right|240px|ATEX certification logo]]<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Atex'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She sees the logo for equipment certified to be used in Explosive Atmosphere, derived from the French '''AT'''mosphère '''EX'''plosive, but doesn't understand why a ship would be named that way.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair set near the window. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up a meeting.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, LATER====<br /> <br /> Carla is lying on the long chair. Jan is standing by the window.<br /> <br /> -and as a child, did you imagine him coming to save you?<br /> <br /> Carla, exhales a discreet laugh before answering.<br /> <br /> -look, I trust that you ask the right questions, but isn't all this a bit obvious? These questions about my father versus my imaginary lover...<br /> <br /> -I don't know, you tell me!<br /> <br /> -What I didn't tell you is that my father died of AIDS. I finally figured it out as no one ever spoke about it here. He died of AIDS because he was probably having a wild life in New York City while I was stuck with my grandparents on a farm. So yes, I hope that one day he'd show up, not to save me because I loved my grand-parents, but when he died I was seven. So as of then I was officially an orphan, only hoping for a ghost to come and save me. Then when I grew up, I guess that the ghost figure transform itself in some kind of lover. Does that fit the profile?<br /> <br /> Carla, is somehow out of breath, holding her emotions. Jan turns to her.<br /> <br /> Ok, thank you. I think it was enough for today. I'll see you next week, Ok...<br /> <br /> ====GREEK TAVERNA, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla enters a deserted restaurant in the mid afternoon. A man, probably in his seventies, looking like the owner, greets her and invites her to sit near the window.<br /> <br /> -Can I get you something to drink young lady.<br /> <br /> ...<br /> <br /> Carla has finished her plate and the owner is now sitting at her table, drinking Ouzo with her.<br /> <br /> -And do you know where you're family was from?<br /> <br /> -Yes, a small Island near Turkey.<br /> <br /> -Mitilini? Lesbos?<br /> <br /> -No, much further East. I can never say it, correctly but I can show you on the map.<br /> <br /> Carla lights up her phone and locates the island off the southern coast of Turkey.<br /> <br /> -There!<br /> <br /> -Oh, Kastellorizio!<br /> <br /> -Yes, that's it, but then I believe that they set up the business in Venice then moved to Australia during the war, then New York... They were in the shipping business.<br /> <br /> -Wow. Real Greeks.... I was in the shipping business too. A mechanic on ships for 15 years. Seen every port in the world. Then I decided to marry and move here.<br /> <br /> -So you have kids?<br /> <br /> -Yes, two boys, but they're big now, and Swiss, just like you...<br /> <br /> Carla smiles at the old man.<br /> <br /> -Oh, by the way, since you have been around, maybe you would recognize this port?<br /> <br /> Carla pulls the photograph of Uri and shows it to the old man.<br /> <br /> -Is this your boyfriend?<br /> <br /> -I don't know, maybe...<br /> <br /> -Well, he better come back fast, otherwise someone will steal you.<br /> <br /> Carla smile.<br /> <br /> -I don't know, Africa maybe because of all the black people. Could be Brazil too. This is his ship?<br /> <br /> -Yes, I think so.<br /> <br /> -He is Russian?<br /> <br /> -No why?<br /> <br /> -Because it's a Russian ship.<br /> <br /> -''Atex'' is a Russian company?<br /> <br /> -No, because they're Russian alphabet. Similar to Greek. In this case it's difficult to make the difference with Latin alphabet because they are similar letters yet slightly different. Here...<br /> <br /> The old man writes down on the paper table cloth: ''Атех''<br /> <br /> -See, the small ''т'' is like a capital ''T'' in Latin alphabet instead of ''t''.<br /> <br /> ====TRAIN BACK TO BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla is on the train back home. She pulls her phone and loads the Cyrillic alphabet on her phone the types the four enigmatic letters on the Russian keyboard. Hundreds of results pop up but all in Russian. She switches to the image tab and finds a collection of icons and sculptures of an ancient mystical figure: '''Принцесса Атех'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

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<p>Pam: /* BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''Атех'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> [[File:ApexLogo.svg.png|thumb|right|240px|ATEX certification logo]]<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Atex'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She sees the logo for equipment certified to be used in Explosive Atmosphere, derived from the French '''AT'''mosphère '''EX'''plosive, but doesn't understand why a ship would be named that way.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair set near the window. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up a meeting.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, LATER====<br /> <br /> Carla is lying on the long chair. Jan is standing by the window.<br /> <br /> -and as a child, did you imagine him coming to save you?<br /> <br /> Carla, exhales a discreet laugh before answering.<br /> <br /> -look, I trust that you ask the right questions, but isn't all this a bit obvious? These questions about my father versus my imaginary lover...<br /> <br /> -I don't know, you tell me!<br /> <br /> -What I didn't tell you is that my father died of AIDS. I finally figured it out as no one ever spoke about it here. He died of AIDS because he was probably having a wild life in New York City while I was stuck with my grandparents on a farm. So yes, I hope that one day he'd show up, not to save me because I loved my grand-parents, but when he died I was seven. So as of then I was officially an orphan, only hoping for a ghost to come and save me. Then when I grew up, I guess that the ghost figure transform itself in some kind of lover. Does that fit the profile?<br /> <br /> Carla, is somehow out of breath, holding her emotions. Jan turns to her.<br /> <br /> Ok, thank you. I think it was enough for today. I'll see you next week, Ok...<br /> <br /> ====GREEK TAVERNA, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla enters a deserted restaurant in the mid afternoon. A man, probably in his seventies, looking like the owner, greets her and invites her to sit near the window.<br /> <br /> -Can I get you something to drink young lady.<br /> <br /> ...<br /> <br /> Carla has finished her plate and the owner is now sitting at her table, drinking Ouzo with her.<br /> <br /> -And do you know where you're family was from?<br /> <br /> -Yes, a small Island near Turkey.<br /> <br /> -Mitilini? Lesbos?<br /> <br /> -No, much further East. I can never say it, correctly but I can show you on the map.<br /> <br /> Carla lights up her phone and locates the island off the southern coast of Turkey.<br /> <br /> -There!<br /> <br /> -Oh, Kastellorizio!<br /> <br /> -Yes, that's it, but then I believe that they set up the business in Venice then moved to Australia during the war, then New York... They were in the shipping business.<br /> <br /> -Wow. Real Greeks.... I was in the shipping business too. A mechanic on ships for 15 years. Seen every port in the world. Then I decided to marry and move here.<br /> <br /> -So you have kids?<br /> <br /> -Yes, two boys, but they're big now, and Swiss, just like you...<br /> <br /> Carla smiles at the old man.<br /> <br /> -Oh, by the way, since you have been around, maybe you would recognize this port?<br /> <br /> Carla pulls the photograph of Uri and shows it to the old man.<br /> <br /> -Is this your boyfriend?<br /> <br /> -I don't know, maybe...<br /> <br /> -Well, he better come back fast, otherwise someone will steal you.<br /> <br /> Carla smile.<br /> <br /> -I don't know, Africa maybe because of all the black people. Could be Brazil too. This is his ship?<br /> <br /> -Yes, I think so.<br /> <br /> -He is Russian?<br /> <br /> -No why?<br /> <br /> -Because it's a Russian ship.<br /> <br /> -''Atex'' is a Russian company?<br /> <br /> -No, because they're Russian alphabet. Similar to Greek. In this case it's difficult to make the difference with Latin alphabet because they are similar letters yet slightly different. Here...<br /> <br /> The old man writes down on the paper table cloth: ''Атех''<br /> <br /> ====TRAIN BACK TO BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla is on the train back home. She pulls her phone and loads the Cyrillic alphabet on her phone the types the four enigmatic letters on the Russian keyboard. Hundreds of results pop up but all in Russian. She switches to the image tab and finds a collection of icons and sculptures of an ancient mystical figure: '''Принцесса Атех'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4766 2015-12-12T03:29:31Z

<p>Pam: </p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''Атех'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> [[File:ApexLogo.svg.png|thumb|right|240px|ATEX certification logo]]<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Atex'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She sees the logo for equipment certified to be used in Explosive Atmosphere, derived from the French '''AT'''mosphère '''EX'''plosive, but doesn't understand why a ship would be named that way.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair set near the window. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up a meeting.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is lying on the long chair. Jan is standing by the window.<br /> <br /> -and as a child, did you imagine him coming to save you?<br /> <br /> Carla, exhales a discreet laugh before answering.<br /> <br /> -look, I trust that you ask the right questions, but isn't all this a bit obvious? These questions about my father versus my imaginary lover...<br /> <br /> -I don't know, you tell me!<br /> <br /> -What I didn't tell you is that my father died of AIDS. I finally figured it out as no one ever spoke about it here. He died of AIDS because he was probably having a wild life in New York City while I was stuck with my grandparents on a farm. So yes, I hope that one day he'd show up, not to save me because I loved my grand-parents, but when he died I was seven. So as of then I was officially an orphan, only hoping for a ghost to come and save me. Then when I grew up, I guess that the ghost figure transform itself in some kind of lover. Does that fit the profile?<br /> <br /> Carla, is somehow out of breath, holding her emotions. Jan turns to her.<br /> <br /> Ok, thank you. I think it was enough for today. I'll see you next week, Ok...<br /> <br /> ====GREEK TAVERNA, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla enters a deserted restaurant in the mid afternoon. A man, probably in his seventies, looking like the owner, greets her and invites her to sit near the window.<br /> <br /> -Can I get you something to drink young lady.<br /> <br /> ...<br /> <br /> Carla has finished her plate and the owner is now sitting at her table, drinking Ouzo with her.<br /> <br /> -And do you know where you're family was from?<br /> <br /> -Yes, a small Island near Turkey.<br /> <br /> -Mitilini? Lesbos?<br /> <br /> -No, much further East. I can never say it, correctly but I can show you on the map.<br /> <br /> Carla lights up her phone and locates the island off the southern coast of Turkey.<br /> <br /> -There!<br /> <br /> -Oh, Kastellorizio!<br /> <br /> -Yes, that's it, but then I believe that they set up the business in Venice then moved to Australia during the war, then New York... They were in the shipping business.<br /> <br /> -Wow. Real Greeks.... I was in the shipping business too. A mechanic on ships for 15 years. Seen every port in the world. Then I decided to marry and move here.<br /> <br /> -So you have kids?<br /> <br /> -Yes, two boys, but they're big now, and Swiss, just like you...<br /> <br /> Carla smiles at the old man.<br /> <br /> -Oh, by the way, since you have been around, maybe you would recognize this port?<br /> <br /> Carla pulls the photograph of Uri and shows it to the old man.<br /> <br /> -Is this your boyfriend?<br /> <br /> -I don't know, maybe...<br /> <br /> -Well, he better come back fast, otherwise someone will steal you.<br /> <br /> Carla smile.<br /> <br /> -I don't know, Africa maybe because of all the black people. Could be Brazil too. This is his ship?<br /> <br /> -Yes, I think so.<br /> <br /> -He is Russian?<br /> <br /> -No why?<br /> <br /> -Because it's a Russian ship.<br /> <br /> -''Atex'' is a Russian company?<br /> <br /> -No, because they're Russian alphabet. Similar to Greek. In this case it's difficult to make the difference with Latin alphabet because they are similar letters yet slightly different. Here...<br /> <br /> The old man writes down on the paper table cloth: ''Атех''<br /> <br /> ====TRAIN BACK TO BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla is on the train back home. She pulls her phone and loads the Cyrillic alphabet on her phone the types the four enigmatic letters on the Russian keyboard. Hundreds of results pop up but all in Russian. She switches to the image tab and finds a collection of icons and sculptures of an ancient mystical figure: '''Принцесса Атех'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4765 2015-12-12T03:19:59Z

<p>Pam: /* BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''Атех'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> [[File:ApexLogo.svg.png|thumb|right|240px|ATEX certification logo]]<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Атех'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She sees the logo for equipment certified to be used in Explosive Atmosphere, derived from the French '''AT'''mosphère '''EX'''plosive, but doesn't understand why a ship would be named that way.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair set near the window. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up a meeting.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is lying on the long chair. Jan is standing by the window.<br /> <br /> -and as a child, did you imagine him coming to save you?<br /> <br /> Carla, exhales a discreet laugh before answering.<br /> <br /> -look, I trust that you ask the right questions, but isn't all this a bit obvious? These questions about my father versus my imaginary lover...<br /> <br /> -I don't know, you tell me!<br /> <br /> -What I didn't tell you is that my father died of AIDS. I finally figured it out as no one ever spoke about it here. He died of AIDS because he was probably having a wild life in New York City while I was stuck with my grandparents on a farm. So yes, I hope that one day he'd show up, not to save me because I loved my grand-parents, but when he died I was seven. So as of then I was officially an orphan, only hoping for a ghost to come and save me. Then when I grew up, I guess that the ghost figure transform itself in some kind of lover. Does that fit the profile?<br /> <br /> Carla, is somehow out of breath, holding her emotions. Jan turns to her.<br /> <br /> Ok, thank you. I think it was enough for today. I'll see you next week, Ok...<br /> <br /> ====GREEK TAVERNA, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla enters a deserted restaurant in the mid afternoon. A man, probably in his seventies, looking like the owner, greets her and invites her to sit near the window.<br /> <br /> -Can I get you something to drink young lady.<br /> <br /> ...<br /> <br /> Carla has finished her plate and the owner is now sitting at her table, drinking Ouzo with her.<br /> <br /> -And do you know where you're family was from?<br /> <br /> -Yes, a small Island near Turkey.<br /> <br /> -Mitilini? Lesbos?<br /> <br /> -No, much further East. I can never say it, correctly but I can show you on the map.<br /> <br /> Carla lights up her phone and locates the island off the southern coast of Turkey.<br /> <br /> -There!<br /> <br /> -Oh, Kastellorizio!<br /> <br /> -Yes, that's it, but then I believe that they set up the business in Venice then moved to Australia during the war, then New York... They were in the shipping business.<br /> <br /> -Wow. Real Greeks.... I was in the shipping business too. A mechanic on ships for 15 years. Seen every port in the world. Then I decided to marry and move here.<br /> <br /> -So you have kids?<br /> <br /> -Yes, two boys, but they're big now, and Swiss, just like you...<br /> <br /> Carla smiles at the old man.<br /> <br /> -Oh, by the way, since you have been around, maybe you would recognize this port?<br /> <br /> Carla pulls the photograph of Uri and shows it to the old man.<br /> <br /> -Is this your boyfriend?<br /> <br /> -I don't know, maybe...<br /> <br /> -Well, he better come back fast, otherwise someone will steal you.<br /> <br /> Carla smile.<br /> <br /> -I don't know, Africa maybe because of all the black people. Could be Brazil too. This is his ship?<br /> <br /> -Yes, I think so.<br /> <br /> -He is Russian?<br /> <br /> -No why?<br /> <br /> -Because it's a Russian ship.<br /> <br /> -''Atex'' is a Russian company?<br /> <br /> -No, because they're Russian alphabet. Similar to Greek. In this case it's difficult to make the difference with Latin alphabet because they are similar letters yet slightly different. Here...<br /> <br /> The old man writes down on the paper table cloth: '''Атех'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=One_Night_in_Bangkok&diff=4764 2015-12-12T02:30:48Z

<p>Pam: </p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''As the letter continues its journey, Uri lands in Bangkok and inquires about new options to elude surveillance.<br /> <br /> ''In Bern, Carla's mental state is being questioned by her superior as no trace of her ever meeting Uri can be found.<br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[Принцесса Атех|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> {{<br /> #display_map: -28.06585, 117.85283; 13.7098655,100.6274988; 47.3527, 8.5706<br /> | service=openlayers<br /> | layers=osm-mapnik, osm-cyclemap<br /> |zoom=2<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ====PERTH, AUSTRALIA====<br /> <br /> The postman walks by an empty lot, stops for a moment, checks the address on the registered mail envelope from the UK, walks further past a parked fully equipped Honda Goldwing motorcycle and enters a Pawn Shop. A fat man in his mid-forties sits on a stool behind the counter&amp;mdash;desperatly trying to pull a tape stuck in a VHS player.<br /> <br /> -Wow, Ricky. What have you got for me today? Looks formal! murmurs the shop owner as he catches a glimpse at the postman's envelope.<br /> <br /> -Not for you Bob, actually these are.<br /> <br /> The postman hands a stack of letters, mostly government mail, to the shop owner.<br /> <br /> -Shit, thanks for the good news. Next time, drop them in my smoker outside.<br /> <br /> -How I'm I going to keep my job if you don't pay your taxes, teases the postman.<br /> <br /> -That's actually my plan Ricky. Why do you think we're going out of business. Because of all your [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amazon.com Amazon] and [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EBay E-Bay] deliveries.<br /> <br /> -Well, I'm sure you're doing well, replies the post-man. Isn't this a new motorbike you got parked outside.<br /> <br /> -Not new. But a shiny one, right! replies the shop owner still busy levering a screwdriver in the VHS player.<br /> <br /> The postman smiles at the owner and gets ready to leave.<br /> <br /> -By the way Bob, 226 Darwin Road, that should be right next door right?<br /> <br /> -Well here is 224 and there's nothing till Howie's petrol station, which is what?<br /> <br /> -320.<br /> <br /> -Guess they screwed up then. What's the name?<br /> <br /> The postman peeks at the envelope again.<br /> <br /> -[[Anastasio|Anastasio Xanthis]], 226 Darwin Road, Perth, Australia. No postcode.<br /> <br /> -Never heard of that name...<br /> <br /> -Ok then, thanks, good luck with the technology, replies the postman as he opens the door.<br /> <br /> And just before the door shuts, fat Bob adds. <br /> <br /> -I think I remember that there were issues with some neighbors, Greeks I think, regarding an unsettled land dispute when my old man bought the building... There are foundations a few yards from the road there. I don't know.<br /> <br /> -Well. Need a signature, so I guess this one will go back to England!<br /> <br /> The postman leaves the Paw Shop and notices the cut out rusted 45 gallon drum with a grill just outside.<br /> <br /> ====CHAT PLASTIC SURGERY CLINIC, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat, a Thai man sits behind his glass desk as he is briefing [[Uri]] about the logistics of a [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_reassignment_surgery sex reassignment surgery].<br /> <br /> -SRS is a complex surgical procedure which needs a specialized set of skills and knowledge for transforming a male to female with the best possible aesthetic appearance and function. The concept is to make the new genitalia look as real as a biological woman in every way. I'm very happy with my artistic techniques of non-penile inversion which makes me very flexible. I can assure you that I will apply my skills and experience to achieve good sensation, natural look of female genitalia and perfect function for intimacy with your partner.<br /> <br /> Uri nods with a grin. The doctor's nurse, who has been standing by him, invites Uri to the lean on the examination table in the adjacent room.<br /> <br /> -Miss Pamela, please remove you clothes so that Doctor Chat can examine your body.<br /> <br /> As Uri undresses, the doctor approaches and comments.<br /> <br /> -Oh, you are circumcised!<br /> <br /> -Yes, as you can see. Replies Uri, perplex. Is there anything wrong.<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat grabs Uri dick and pulls it, then grabs his balls.<br /> <br /> -Well, the more skin we have to work with, the better the results are. Scrotal skin is the most important and that's good but penile and prepuce skin is crucial to form the lip-like fold. In your case, we have no foreskin and not that much penile skin...<br /> <br /> Uri gets kind of defensive.<br /> <br /> -Well, when it get hard, it extends to a normal size....<br /> <br /> Back at the doctor's desk<br /> <br /> -Now you know that [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Professional_Association_for_Transgender_Health WPATH] regulations demands that you provide us with 2 letters from professionals before we can proceed. As I understand that you did not do this prior to leaving Canada, we can provide you a list of accredited psychiatrists we work with here in Bangkok.<br /> <br /> Chat hands a printed spreadsheet to Uri.<br /> <br /> -Here you go Miss Pamela. Don't forget to be convincing. If not, they might not give you the letter.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla sits across from [[Jan|Dr Jan G. Grulc]], a psychiatry intern.<br /> <br /> -I understand that you are from Bern... Any reasons why you chose to come all the way to Zurich.<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little, looking at Lake Zurich through the window, then back at Jan.<br /> <br /> -In case you decided to keep me, I though the view would be nicer. Always felt a little entrenched back home!<br /> <br /> Jan continues listening, leaving a long silence. Carla, feeling a little uncomfortable, plays with her nails, then continues.<br /> <br /> -The truth?<br /> <br /> -If you want.<br /> <br /> -Bern is a small town. Didn't want people to know I was seeing a shrink.<br /> <br /> -When you say back home, what do you mean. What is home for you.<br /> <br /> -Definitely Bern. That's where I went to school. I mean University. That's where all my friend are.<br /> <br /> Jan reads through his file.<br /> <br /> -You wrote here that you were born in Afghanistan. Youn want to talk about this?<br /> <br /> -My parents were hippies. I was born in a VW bus.<br /> <br /> ====TRAIN BACK TO BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla stares at the unfolding scenery.<br /> <br /> ====BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Wearing a baseball cap &amp; dressed in an androgynous way, Uri registers at a run down hotel, near Rama IV Road. He drops his small backpack on the desk to pull his money and ID. The young female attendant opens his Canadian passport.<br /> <br /> -Pamela Sacred?<br /> <br /> -That's right!<br /> <br /> -So, how many nights?<br /> <br /> Uri looks at the decrepitude around the hallway, then answers.<br /> <br /> -One night... for now. Then we'll see.<br /> <br /> -600 Bath!<br /> <br /> Uri pull 6 bills and hands them to the attendant.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Carla is on the phone with Franziska.<br /> <br /> -No, because they question the fact that he even exists or that I actually had any contact with him...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[Принцесса Атех|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=R1a1a&diff=4763 2015-12-12T02:30:13Z

<p>Pam: </p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''A Colombian man is suing Israel's government after having been refused Aliyah. The case is pending in before the country's Supreme Court and has brought international media attention to Israel's controversial Law of Return. As local community groups organize in support of the plaintiff, the government has been forced to address the issue before the existing Knesset Committee for Immigration, Absorption and Diaspora Affairs which in turn formed a sub-committee to address growing debate regarding the origins of the country's Ashkenazi majority.<br /> <br /> ''Minister of Diaspora<br /> <br /> ''Teenagers claiming neo-nazi affiliation (Task Force 36)<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Принцесса Атех|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[Cannaregio 1943|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> {{<br /> #display_map: 46.21043, 6.15375 ; 32.05611, 34.78111<br /> | service=openlayers<br /> | layers=osm-mapnik, osm-cyclemap<br /> |zoom=4<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ====NIGHT, CENTRAL BUS STATION, TEL AVIV, ISRAEL====<br /> <br /> The head-beams of the Tel-Aviv bound bus from Jerusalem illuminates the glowing paint from a freshly tagged swastika on the pillars supporting the elevated highway. On the sidewalk below, an African man wearing a colorful [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fula_people Fulbe] robe stretches a three square meters cloth on which he lays out an assortments of fake Gucci sunglasses and Louis Vuitton handbags. After stopping his bus, the driver opens its side trunks and drops bags and suitcases by the street vendor's display as passengers disembark. First thrilled by the spontaneous crowd, the African man, grows nervous as passengers rush around the bus' trunks, stepping over his merchandise and getting confused when sorting out their luggage amongst the fake LVs. As passengers dissipates and the bus leaves, the man counts his units and re-arranges his layout. [[Peter|Peter Elliott]], the last passenger to have disembarked, fixes a daisy at his buttonhole, smiles at the African man and walks away.<br /> <br /> From across the street, a teenager purposely throws his cigarette butt which lands on the vendor's cloth. The African man, quickly removes the lit cigarette but still notices a hole in the material. He looks up to now see four teenagers wearing Doc Martins boots at the foot of his display. He addresses them in elementary Hebrew but they reply in Russian.<br /> <br /> -Why did you do this? You burnt a hole ''man''.<br /> <br /> The Russians look at each other as one tries on a pair of sunglasses.<br /> <br /> -Sorry, ''man'', I thought this was trash.<br /> <br /> The Russian then grabs three other pairs of glasses and hands one each to his buddies.<br /> <br /> -Anyways, what are you doing here, ''man''... can't you see the sign, gesturing towards the painted swastika. This means no niggers.<br /> <br /> The African man looks around to assess how isolated he is from other vendors or passers-by and judging that he'll have to deal with the situation on his own, he folds his cloth without even packing anything first. The Russians laugh out loudly as he walks away carrying his pouch over his shoulder.<br /> <br /> -That's it ''man'', climb back up your tree.<br /> <br /> ====SUB-COMMITTEE ON EUROPEAN DIASPORA, KNESSET, JERUSALEM, ISRAEL====<br /> <br /> [[File:EarlyIndoEuropeanMigrations.png|thumb|right|480px|R1a1a expansion]]<br /> <br /> Israel's Minister of Diaspora addresses members of the select sub-committee on European Diaspora in the wake of the publication of a new study led by Dr. O. Landese from the University of Geneva's Department of Genetics &amp; Evolution. The new study about the peopling of Europe confirms key findings from another recent study which had been widely debated in Zionist, anti-Zionist, scientific and pseudo-scientific circles around the globe.<br /> <br /> The main committee, which was dealing with the growing dissatisfaction regarding the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law_of_return Law of Return] coming from Sephardi community groups supporting the case of a Colombian man who was refused the [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Right_of_return right of return] and Israeli citizenship. The man, whose mother was a Christian of Native American origins could not unequivocally demonstrate that his late father was Jewish although the lineage was clear for Sephardi experts.<br /> <br /> The combination of the two events in the midst of growing racism in Israel led to the government's establishment of the sub-committee.<br /> <br /> ====CHANEL 10 TELEVISION STUDIO, TEL-AVIV====<br /> <br /> Ultra-Nationalist Knesset member Baruch Dershowitz is the guest of a news program along with Noam ben Hammou the leader of a left leaning Sephardi community group.<br /> <br /> Baruch Dershowitz accuses Noam ben Hammou of helping the propagation of anti-Semitic arguments. Ben Hammou responds, with a sardonic smile.<br /> <br /> NBH -Well, actually, right to the contrary, we are advocating for pro-Semitic policies to balance out the disproportionally high percentage of Europeans making Aliyah. The man we're representing, maybe of a Native North-American matrilineage and of Christian faith, but it is clear, through the DNA tests we've conducted, that his patrilineal heritage has deep roots in the our region.<br /> <br /> BD -Deep roots in the region mean nothing. We cannot start to genetically select who we accept and who we don't. The process in place has worked for over sixty years. The claimant has to demonstrate both undeniable family roots and a basic knowledge of the precepts of Judaism. In this case, the claimant failed both tests.<br /> <br /> NBH -But you have to remember that this man, Mr. Diaz, lost his father at a very young age, an was then raised by a Catholic mother in a deeply religious environment. How could he possibly know any of the precepts of Judaism. He came here in search of his roots and we're just sending him back because he doesn't fit the profile. The Law of Return was drafted as you mention quite rightly, for once, after World War 2 to handle the exodus of European Jews and the peopling of our country. Now that this has been achieved, what we're advocating is for a revision of the law to open up our society to Jews from other horizons who might not fit the post war model.<br /> <br /> BD -What you are asking, is for the government to launch a policy of [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affirmative_action_in_the_United_States affirmative action], which as a matter of fact, and many studies demonstrated this, has been proven inefficient in the United States.<br /> <br /> NBH -It's quite a paradox that you'd use affirmative action as an example when that is exactly what we've been doing since the first Aliyahs.<br /> <br /> ====HILTON TEL AVIV====<br /> <br /> The broadcast continues in Peter Elliott's hotel room.<br /> <br /> BD -First Aliyah was in great number comprised of Yemeni Jews. Maybe you should revise your national history.<br /> <br /> NBH -Well, great number... that's debatable. But anyways that was before migrations were regulated from within.<br /> <br /> HOST -Gentlemen, I suggest, that we get back to our main debate and that both of you refrain from using historical arguments which might be difficult to grasp by some of our audience. So Mr. Ben Hammou. What changes do you suggest the government implement, and why?<br /> <br /> Peter Elliott, walks out of the bathrooms, shuts the TV and cuts a flower from the bouquet sitting on a table. He sticks it in his buttonhole, double checks his appearance in the mirror in front of him and walks out of the room.<br /> <br /> ====BAIN DES PAQUIS, GENEVA, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> [[File:BainDesPaquis.jpg|thumb|right|480px|Bain des Pâquis]]<br /> <br /> A light [http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foehn Foehn] carries a hot breeze through the few tables set outside the cooperative restaurant on Geneva's Northern pier. [[ Oriana|Oriana Landese]]'s eyes are lightly shut as she's absorbing the early Spring sunlight. Her thoughts vacillate from her children to a prospective lover when she's pulled back to reality by a woman's voice.<br /> <br /> -Dr. Landese?<br /> <br /> Oriana raises her hand to block the blinding sun as the woman extends hers to introduce herself.<br /> <br /> -[[Carla|Carla Xanthis]], Federal Department of Justice and Police.<br /> <br /> ====OFFICE, AVIHAYIL MOSHAV, ISRAEL====<br /> <br /> Peter Elliott looks at old black &amp; white photographs displayed on the wall when the Moshav's director walks in accompanied by a woman in her late twenties.<br /> <br /> -Peter Elliott, Royal Mail.<br /> <br /> -Please to meet you... Please have a seat, answers the director as the woman displays a forced smiles.<br /> <br /> The three sit around a basic conference table.<br /> <br /> -We have read your emails and as we replied to your colleagues, so many people passed by the Moshav over the past eighty years that it would be quite difficult to track them all. We do have lists, but as I said, this name... Altaras... we did not find it. Did you inquire with the Ministry of Interior in Jerusalem?<br /> <br /> -Yes we have, but it has proven to be a very tedious task. As I mentioned, [[Isabella's_letter_to_Anastasio|the letter]] dates back from 1944 when I understand the British Government was still... involved in the transition. We did check the files that have been brought back to London from the Mandate years, but the name [[Isabella|Isabella Altaras]] does not appear on any immigration lists.<br /> <br /> -Well, most of the people who landed in Moshavs came from Aliyah Bet.<br /> <br /> -Aliyah Bet?<br /> <br /> -Immigration not recorded by the British.<br /> <br /> -Right, so this is exactly why I'm here. I was told that we'd have more success by coming directly to the source. As you might know, elections are next month in Britain and what is likely to be our new government has plans to privatize the Royal Mail. If we finally deliver this letter, this will mean that all two hundred and forty four letters recovered from the Indian Ocean's wreck will have been delivered. Sixty-five or so years later but still, delivered. You can understand the positive publicity that this would bring to the Royal Mail ahead of the commission.<br /> <br /> -Which commission?<br /> <br /> -The privatization commission.<br /> <br /> -So you are here to save the Royal Mail, not because you really care about this letter.<br /> <br /> -We wish to save the Royal Mail in order continue to provide an impeccable service and make sure that letters like this one... get delivered... eventually.<br /> <br /> -You are a persevering man, Mr. Elliott. Deanna here, our newest moshavnik, will assist you in your research. She just arrived from New York and sorting out the archives was on her to do list.<br /> <br /> The young woman approaches and extends her hand towards Peter.<br /> <br /> -Deanna Sadykova, pleased to meet you.<br /> <br /> -Very pleased as well, and extending his hand to the director. Thank you for your understanding.<br /> <br /> ====LEMON GROVE, AVIHAYIL MOSHAV====<br /> <br /> Deanna and Peter drive an electric golf cart through a lemon grove on their way to the Moshav's old administrative building.<br /> <br /> -So which part of New York City are you from?<br /> <br /> -Brooklyn. Have you been there?<br /> <br /> -I haven't gone back to New York since the eighties... I understand that Brooklyn was not as hip then. But no, I don't remember visiting.<br /> <br /> -Well, I don't know about the eighties, but it's now the only place one could afford. Unless you work on Wall Street.<br /> <br /> -Are you still a student?<br /> <br /> -No, I work in the fashion business.<br /> <br /> -Oh, you're a model?<br /> <br /> -No, I work behind the camera.<br /> <br /> They drive by an old lady sitting in the shade, under a lemon tree, looking at them pass by.<br /> <br /> -And what brought you here, if it's not too indiscreet for me to ask?<br /> <br /> Deanna stays silent as she looks at the old lady, then answers.<br /> <br /> -Love... Or lovelessness I should say.<br /> <br /> -Oh, I'm sorry. Sorry to hear this and I hope that you will find what you're looking for here.<br /> <br /> -Let's start by finding what you're looking for... Then we'll worry about my shit.<br /> <br /> ====PONT DES BERGUES, GENEVA====<br /> <br /> Carla and Oriana walk across the pedestrian bridge.<br /> <br /> -Sorry to lead you further away from the station, but my class starts in 15 minutes.<br /> <br /> -That's OK. I'm sorry if this all sounds a little crazy and confusing.<br /> <br /> -My work is all about sorting out crazy and confusing stuff. To try at least.<br /> <br /> -And what about the political ramifications of your findings.<br /> <br /> -One theory can always be proven wrong by another. Who knows if all our findings are going to be proven wrong by my students, 20 years down the line.<br /> <br /> -And while you were moving ahead, you never felt any outside interference?<br /> <br /> -No... Not that I'm aware of. But you know, I'm not the best at sensing what's happening around me. I'm kind of a focused person. Not sure about that sixth sense.<br /> <br /> -One last thing, before I head back to the station to catch my train... and let you get to your class.<br /> <br /> Carla pulls out the photo which she received with [[Uri's letter to Carla|Uri's letter]].<br /> <br /> -Have you ever seen this man?<br /> <br /> ====OLD ADMINISTRATIVE BUILDING, AVIHAYIL MOSHAV====<br /> <br /> Peter has abandoned his suit and rolled up his sleeves to help Deanna lower dozens of wooden citrus boxes filled with yellowed documents. Each box is identified by sequences of three letter codes written next to words which appear to be German.<br /> <br /> -Can you read this?<br /> <br /> -Nope, English only.<br /> <br /> -Well, at least we should be grateful that the filing was organized by Germans.<br /> <br /> From the top of the ladder, Deanna looks down at Peter who just realized the dubiousness of his observation, given the context.<br /> <br /> -Maybe this came out wrong...<br /> <br /> Later<br /> <br /> As Peter sorts through hundreds of ledgers recording production, stocks and sales of lemons, Deanna uses her laptop's wifi connection to translate the heading on each box.<br /> <br /> -BEWOHNER... Residents... That should be it. These four boxes here.<br /> <br /> Later<br /> <br /> Hundreds of files are piled up on the floor. Deanna puts down the last file on the last pile.<br /> <br /> -Do you want us to go over them one last time?<br /> <br /> -No, I guess it's not here. We checked 1939 to 1950. She either never lived here officially or she changed names.<br /> <br /> -Well, she would have changed her last name if she got married but why would she change the first name?<br /> <br /> -Maybe she was running away?<br /> <br /> -Yet she wrote a letter with a return address on the envelope.<br /> <br /> ====LEMON GROVE, AVIHAYIL MOSHAV====<br /> <br /> Deanna and Peter walk out of the old administrative building to find the golf cart gone.<br /> <br /> -Someone stole the cart!<br /> <br /> -It's for anyone to use.<br /> <br /> -Oh, this place is like a commune!<br /> <br /> They walk across the lemon grove, empty handed, back to the Moshav's main entrance. The old lady is still sitting at a chair under a tree. She seems half awake. Deanna smiles at her anyways. The old lady murmurs something in Russian.<br /> <br /> -You're the new Russian girl?<br /> <br /> Deanna stops and look at the old lady, then hesitantly answers in Russian.<br /> <br /> -Yes...<br /> <br /> -And this is the Englishman?<br /> <br /> -Yes, Peter, from London, and I'm Deanna, she says in broken Russian<br /> <br /> The old lady nods.<br /> <br /> -No one remembers here and you will never find anything in these boxes, but there was a young Italian woman who lived here for a few days, maybe a month. One day [[Bonnie_%26_Clyde#SIDE_OF_THE_ROAD_TO_AVIHAYIL.2C_PALESTINE_.28LATER.29|she disappeared]] and no one ever heard back from her... The British soldiers and the police came to look for her several times. That I remember. But as far as I know... They never found her... I was only around ten then, not more than twelve, but I remember her very well. Isabella. She was beautiful. She came in one day with an Arab boy who was just a little older than me. He stayed until the war of independence. Then he had to go too. [[Yasser]]. I had a crush on him.<br /> <br /> Deanna kneels down in front of the old lady and holds her hand.<br /> <br /> -And no one else knows about her?<br /> <br /> -Here no. I'm the only one that stayed. Everyone else is long gone or dead.<br /> <br /> -So she would have been around how old then?<br /> <br /> -Oh. How could I know. She was a lady already, but not married I guess. Maybe she was twenty.<br /> <br /> Deanna looks up at Peter who's looking at both of them, not getting it but having recognized the word ''Isabella'' mixed in the Russian conversation.<br /> <br /> -She remembers her. She claims that she only stayed here a few days, a month at most and that when she disappeared, the police kept coming looking for her. You were right, she was running away from something.<br /> <br /> -Well, at least we have a lead. Our only lead but at least a lead.<br /> <br /> The old lady pulls back on Deanna's hand.<br /> <br /> -What's in the letter? Did you read it?<br /> <br /> -What is she saying?<br /> <br /> -If I read the letter.<br /> <br /> -Of course not. That's the whole purpose of my trip. To deliver it still sealed.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[Принцесса Атех|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[Cannaregio 1943|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.012]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.012]]<br /> [[Category: The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=The_Orama&diff=4762 2015-12-12T02:29:28Z

<p>Pam: Pam moved page The Orama to Принцесса Атех</p> <hr /> <div>#REDIRECT [[Принцесса Атех]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4761 2015-12-12T02:29:28Z

<p>Pam: Pam moved page The Orama to Принцесса Атех</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''Атех'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> [[File:ApexLogo.svg.png|thumb|right|240px|ATEX certification logo]]<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Атех'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She sees the logo for equipment certified to be used in Explosive Atmosphere, derived from the French '''AT'''mosphère '''EX'''plosive, but doesn't understand why a ship would be named that way.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair set near the window. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up a meeting.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is lying on the long chair. Jan is standing by the window.<br /> <br /> -and as a child, did you imagine him coming to save you?<br /> <br /> Carla, exhales a discreet laugh before answering.<br /> <br /> -look, I trust that you ask the right questions, but isn't all this a bit obvious? These questions about my father versus my imaginary lover...<br /> <br /> -I don't know, you tell me!<br /> <br /> -What I didn't tell you is that my father died of AIDS. I finally figured it out as no one ever spoke about it here. He died of AIDS because he was probably having a wild life in New York City while I was stuck with my grandparents on a farm. So yes, I hope that one day he'd show up, not to save me because I loved my grand-parents, but when he died I was seven. So as of then I was officially an orphan, only hoping for a ghost to come and save me. Then when I grew up, I guess that the ghost figure transform itself in some kind of lover. Does that fit the profile?<br /> <br /> Carla, is somehow out of breath, holding her emotions. Jan turns to her.<br /> <br /> Ok, thank you. I think it was enough for today. I'll see you next week, Ok...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=File:ApexLogo.svg.png&diff=4760 2015-12-12T02:20:09Z

<p>Pam: Original at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:EX-logo.svg</p> <hr /> <div>Original at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:EX-logo.svg</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4759 2015-12-12T02:18:58Z

<p>Pam: /* BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''Атех'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> [[File:ApexLogo.svg.png|thumb|right|240px|ATEX certification logo]]<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Атех'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She sees the logo for equipment certified to be used in Explosive Atmosphere, derived from the French '''AT'''mosphère '''EX'''plosive, but doesn't understand why a ship would be named that way.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair set near the window. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up a meeting.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is lying on the long chair. Jan is standing by the window.<br /> <br /> -and as a child, did you imagine him coming to save you?<br /> <br /> Carla, exhales a discreet laugh before answering.<br /> <br /> -look, I trust that you ask the right questions, but isn't all this a bit obvious? These questions about my father versus my imaginary lover...<br /> <br /> -I don't know, you tell me!<br /> <br /> -What I didn't tell you is that my father died of AIDS. I finally figured it out as no one ever spoke about it here. He died of AIDS because he was probably having a wild life in New York City while I was stuck with my grandparents on a farm. So yes, I hope that one day he'd show up, not to save me because I loved my grand-parents, but when he died I was seven. So as of then I was officially an orphan, only hoping for a ghost to come and save me. Then when I grew up, I guess that the ghost figure transform itself in some kind of lover. Does that fit the profile?<br /> <br /> Carla, is somehow out of breath, holding her emotions. Jan turns to her.<br /> <br /> Ok, thank you. I think it was enough for today. I'll see you next week, Ok...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4758 2015-12-12T02:14:25Z

<p>Pam: /* BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''Атех'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Атех'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She sees the logo equipement certified to be used in Explosive Atmosphere, derived from the French '''AT'''mosphère '''EX'''plosive but doesn't understand why a ship would be named that way.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair set near the window. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up a meeting.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is lying on the long chair. Jan is standing by the window.<br /> <br /> -and as a child, did you imagine him coming to save you?<br /> <br /> Carla, exhales a discreet laugh before answering.<br /> <br /> -look, I trust that you ask the right questions, but isn't all this a bit obvious? These questions about my father versus my imaginary lover...<br /> <br /> -I don't know, you tell me!<br /> <br /> -What I didn't tell you is that my father died of AIDS. I finally figured it out as no one ever spoke about it here. He died of AIDS because he was probably having a wild life in New York City while I was stuck with my grandparents on a farm. So yes, I hope that one day he'd show up, not to save me because I loved my grand-parents, but when he died I was seven. So as of then I was officially an orphan, only hoping for a ghost to come and save me. Then when I grew up, I guess that the ghost figure transform itself in some kind of lover. Does that fit the profile?<br /> <br /> Carla, is somehow out of breath, holding her emotions. Jan turns to her.<br /> <br /> Ok, thank you. I think it was enough for today. I'll see you next week, Ok...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4757 2015-12-12T02:06:10Z

<p>Pam: /* CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''Атех'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Orama'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She gets to the Greek root of the word: ''ὅραμα'' meaning ''sight'', ''speculation'' or ''ghost''.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair set near the window. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up a meeting.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is lying on the long chair. Jan is standing by the window.<br /> <br /> -and as a child, did you imagine him coming to save you?<br /> <br /> Carla, exhales a discreet laugh before answering.<br /> <br /> -look, I trust that you ask the right questions, but isn't all this a bit obvious? These questions about my father versus my imaginary lover...<br /> <br /> -I don't know, you tell me!<br /> <br /> -What I didn't tell you is that my father died of AIDS. I finally figured it out as no one ever spoke about it here. He died of AIDS because he was probably having a wild life in New York City while I was stuck with my grandparents on a farm. So yes, I hope that one day he'd show up, not to save me because I loved my grand-parents, but when he died I was seven. So as of then I was officially an orphan, only hoping for a ghost to come and save me. Then when I grew up, I guess that the ghost figure transform itself in some kind of lover. Does that fit the profile?<br /> <br /> Carla, is somehow out of breath, holding her emotions. Jan turns to her.<br /> <br /> Ok, thank you. I think it was enough for today. I'll see you next week, Ok...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=ISO_3166&diff=4756 2015-12-12T02:05:00Z

<p>Pam: /* DECK OF THE SHIP, STRAIGHT OF GIBRALTAR */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''We left Uri and Carla in a Brig hotel room after he stepped out of the Orient Express on which Najwa and Alexander were also traveling.<br /> <br /> ''Back in Jerusalem, Aaron who has been notified about Uri's whereabouts from US intelligence, is now confronted by politician with a clear agenda.<br /> <br /> ''In Bern, Carla has been pulled from the Nikitin files and is now being summoned by the Federal Counsel. <br /> <br /> ''Uri is seeking extreme measures to elude all who are tracking him. <br /> <br /> [[CCTV|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[One Night in Bangkok|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> {{<br /> #display_map:51.524722, -0.111944; 31.7801929, 35.2012948; 46.9448311, 7.4426041; 35.93733, -5.55388<br /> | service=openlayers<br /> | layers=osm-mapnik, osm-cyclemap<br /> |zoom=4<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ====DAWN, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> The yellow striped red van carefully pulls back to dock at gate 17. Two Royal Mail employees&amp;mdash;one leaning on his Pallet jack's handle, the other taking advantage of the open gate to smoke a cigarette&amp;mdash;and a supervisor, wait for the driver to open the van's back door. Inside, a wooden box is securely strapped to a pallet.<br /> <br /> ====MAIN SORTING ROOM, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A loud rumbling noise echoes throughout the facility as letters tumble inside a gigantic drum called the ''Segragator''. The supervisor take pictures as the two employees cut the metal straps then dismantle the wooden box which has been lowered next to an oversize sorting table. The crews of experienced [http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sorter#Noun sorters] which has been assembled by management for the unusual task are fascinated as they discover the rusty trunk. The supervisor moves in to lift the lid. The trunk is filled with letters, most of them intact.<br /> <br /> One by one, the content of the trunk is carefully laid out on the table and each letter is photographed&amp;mdash;recto/verso. The letters are then placed in a different section on the table according to their [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-1_alpha-2 country code]. As all mail should be destined to Australia&amp;mdash;the [[The_Zytglogge_Mission#DAY.2C_GULF_OF_ADEN.2C_ARABIAN_SEA|sunken ship]] was bound for Melbourne&amp;mdash;letters are sorted by addressers. The first section handles the UK and Europe excluding Russia; another, The United States and Canada; a third one, the rest of the Americas and Africa; a fourth one for Asia excluding Russia; and finally the fifth section for the ex-USSR and for [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-3 countries which have disappeared].<br /> <br /> ====SORTING TABLE, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> The sorter responsible for section 5 pulls out a letter emanating from [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C3%B6nigsberg Königsberg], Prussia.<br /> <br /> -Prussia! Isn't that Germany? Shouldn't it go to section 1.<br /> <br /> -Well where in Prussia, could also be Poland, answers the sorter at section 1.<br /> <br /> -Königsberg, sounds German to me...<br /> <br /> -That's Kaliningrad. The Russians kept that parcel of land. Stays in your pile mate.<br /> <br /> ====SECTION 4, SORTING TABLE, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> Now that all the mail has been sorted by global regions, each section labels its letters according to their new country code. The sorter at section 4 pulls one out.<br /> <br /> -I got one here on that said Palestine, but with the Queen's face on the stamp.<br /> <br /> -What city? asks the man at section 1, who seems to be the most knowledgeable.<br /> <br /> -Avhayil...<br /> <br /> -Avhayil? No idea. What's the name?<br /> <br /> -[[Isabella|Isabella Altaras]], Avihayil Moshav, Avhayil, Palestine.<br /> <br /> -Show me.<br /> <br /> The man from section 1 hands [[Isabella's_letter_to_Anastasio|the letter]] to the one from section 4 who reads out loud.<br /> <br /> -Avihayil Moshav... That's like a Kibbutz. [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-2:IL IL].<br /> <br /> ====PRIME MINISTER'S OFFICES, JERUSALEM====<br /> <br /> [[Aaron]] is mulling over his thoughts, standing by a window overlooking the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wohl_Rose_Park Rose Park], when enters a man in his early forties.<br /> <br /> -Mr. Hanin. Thanks for coming to meet me. [[Ben|Ben Zimmer]], says the man as he shakes Aaron's hand.<br /> <br /> -Pleasure to meet you.<br /> <br /> -Can I get you something?<br /> <br /> -No, that will good. I just had a quick lunch.<br /> <br /> -Yes, sorry I couldn't free myself earlier, we had a Cabinet meeting. Please sit.<br /> <br /> The two men sit in the office's lounge area.<br /> <br /> -So, how can I help you, Mr. Zimmer.<br /> <br /> -Well, let me go straight to the point. Uri Yatom, as I understand, one of your top men, has run Awol.<br /> <br /> Aaron hesitates a moment.<br /> <br /> -Well, unless he's hiding in the Old City, I don't know how the Minister in charge of Jerusalem could be concerned? If I may say.<br /> <br /> -Well, in this particular case, I'll wear my other hat, as Minister of Diaspora, replies Ben.<br /> <br /> Aaron looks skeptical.<br /> <br /> -I understand that you might not wish to, and that you are not compelled to share the whereabouts of your operatives, but you might be interested to know where this is going, at least from our end. We're all working together after all.<br /> <br /> Arron remains unmoved as Ben stands up to grab a file bearing the Knesset's logo.<br /> <br /> -In a few weeks, a group a people, with all kinds of agendas, will get together to study what composes our population. As you might well understand, this will steer controversy within as well as outside of our borders.<br /> <br /> Aaron grabs the document to look it over.<br /> <br /> -Our administration, has a clear view on this and on the policies regarding Aliyah. Which is status quo, at least in terms of quotas! We have enough enemies at the gate, to start creating further dissension within.<br /> <br /> -Ok, but I still don't understand how my agency or one of my operatives could be of any assistance or interest to you, or this future commission?<br /> <br /> Ben sits back at his chair, pulls an electronic cigarette from his jacket's pocket and starts puffing.<br /> <br /> -Are you familiar with the myth of the Khazars?<br /> <br /> -Vaguely, I remember reading something about it.<br /> <br /> -Well, it appears that our friend Uri has not only read something about it, but fully embraced the theory.<br /> <br /> -What do you mean?<br /> <br /> -We also have our network, independent of your services, based on civilians and charity groups...<br /> <br /> -Yes, please cut to the chase, we are well aware of these networks...<br /> <br /> Zimmer sounds a little annoyed by his guest's tone and adopts a patronizing one.<br /> <br /> -Well, these networks, which you're apparently familiar with, have reported to us, that a man, fitting the profile of Mr. Yatom, has been digging deep into his family roots, sending all sorts of alarms...<br /> <br /> Aaron cuts him off abruptly.<br /> <br /> -You have a mole in Mossad!<br /> <br /> -A mole? As I mentioned earlier Mr. Hanin, we're all working together on this and as far I understand, Mossad is part of this administration.<br /> <br /> -We serve Israel, not a particular party or a particular policy. With all due respect, you are here today in this office, Mr. Zimmer, but tomorrow it'll be someone else, with a different agenda, but we'll still be at our post... We can't swing with the wind.<br /> <br /> Zimmer leans forward, getting closer to Aaron.<br /> <br /> -Listen Aaroon, we came to you because we know that you have your own grievances with the way things have been working at Mossad recently, and before changes are made, at the top, we want to make sure of who we want to work with...<br /> <br /> ====DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE, BERN====<br /> <br /> [[Carla]] is sitting at her desk on an early Monday morning. Her boss, a woman in her late 50s, knocks at her door left ajar, then enters.<br /> <br /> -Hi Carla... Good to see you back. How do you feel?<br /> <br /> -Great. Thanks. Had a fantastic week and weekend. Feel like new.<br /> <br /> -Listen, about Moscow... You know we'll have to talk about this.<br /> <br /> -Yes, tell me when.<br /> <br /> -Well, I'm not sure why but I'm not going to be involved. You will be called directly by the Palace, I believe later today.<br /> <br /> -Wow.<br /> <br /> -Yes and in the meantime, I have been asked to relieve you from the ZIB and all files related to [[Alexander|Nikitin]].<br /> <br /> -Well, I was kind of expecting this... But just to know, who is this coming from?<br /> <br /> -The Federal Counsel.<br /> <br /> -Ok... So what should I do in the meantime...<br /> <br /> -For the rest of the day, just maybe transfer everything you have and maybe write a short report.<br /> <br /> -To who?<br /> <br /> -To me for now.<br /> <br /> ====DECK OF THE SHIP, STRAIGHT OF GIBRALTAR====<br /> <br /> [[Uri]] looks at the lights of Tarifa, Spain, as the cargo ship ''' Атех''' on which he sails passes the straight into the Atlantic Ocean.<br /> <br /> ====CLIPPER ROUTE, SOMEWHERE IN THE INDIAN OCEAN====<br /> <br /> Uri sits at a makeshift picnic table set on deck of the ship. He wrote the first letter, '''C''', but stares at the layers of clouds in search of inspiration. An Eastbound plane leaves a long trail in the sky. Uri starts [[Uri's letter to Carla|writing]].<br /> <br /> <br /> [[CCTV|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[One Night in Bangkok|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.009]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.009]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

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<p>Pam: </p> <hr /> <div>I am Episodia's founder and the creator of [[The Passengers]].</div>

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<p>Pam: Replaced content with &quot;I am Episodia's founder and the creator of The Passengers.&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>I am Episodia's founder and the creator of [[:Category:The_Passengers| The Passengers]].</div>

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<p>Pam: /* BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Orama'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She gets to the Greek root of the word: ''ὅραμα'' meaning ''sight'', ''speculation'' or ''ghost''.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair set near the window. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up a meeting.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is lying on the long chair. Jan is standing by the window.<br /> <br /> -and as a child, did you imagine him coming to save you?<br /> <br /> Carla, exhales a discreet laugh before answering.<br /> <br /> -look, I trust that you ask the right questions, but isn't all this a bit obvious? These questions about my father versus my imaginary lover...<br /> <br /> -I don't know, you tell me!<br /> <br /> -What I didn't tell you is that my father died of AIDS. I finally figured it out as no one ever spoke about it here. He died of AIDS because he was probably having a wild life in New York City while I was stuck with my grandparents on a farm. So yes, I hope that one day he'd show up, not to save me because I loved my grand-parents, but when he died I was seven. So as of then I was officially an orphan, only hoping for a ghost to come and save me. Then when I grew up, I guess that the ghost figure transform itself in some kind of lover. Does that fit the profile?<br /> <br /> Carla, is somehow out of breath, holding her emotions. Jan turns to her.<br /> <br /> Ok, thank you. I think it was enough for today. I'll see you next week, Ok...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

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<p>Pam: /* BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK, THAILAND */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''As the letter continues its journey, Uri lands in Bangkok and inquires about new options to elude surveillance.<br /> <br /> ''In Bern, Carla's mental state is being questioned by her superior as no trace of her ever meeting Uri can be found.<br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[The Orama|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> {{<br /> #display_map: -28.06585, 117.85283; 13.7098655,100.6274988; 47.3527, 8.5706<br /> | service=openlayers<br /> | layers=osm-mapnik, osm-cyclemap<br /> |zoom=2<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ====PERTH, AUSTRALIA====<br /> <br /> The postman walks by an empty lot, stops for a moment, checks the address on the registered mail envelope from the UK, walks further past a parked fully equipped Honda Goldwing motorcycle and enters a Pawn Shop. A fat man in his mid-forties sits on a stool behind the counter&amp;mdash;desperatly trying to pull a tape stuck in a VHS player.<br /> <br /> -Wow, Ricky. What have you got for me today? Looks formal! murmurs the shop owner as he catches a glimpse at the postman's envelope.<br /> <br /> -Not for you Bob, actually these are.<br /> <br /> The postman hands a stack of letters, mostly government mail, to the shop owner.<br /> <br /> -Shit, thanks for the good news. Next time, drop them in my smoker outside.<br /> <br /> -How I'm I going to keep my job if you don't pay your taxes, teases the postman.<br /> <br /> -That's actually my plan Ricky. Why do you think we're going out of business. Because of all your [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amazon.com Amazon] and [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EBay E-Bay] deliveries.<br /> <br /> -Well, I'm sure you're doing well, replies the post-man. Isn't this a new motorbike you got parked outside.<br /> <br /> -Not new. But a shiny one, right! replies the shop owner still busy levering a screwdriver in the VHS player.<br /> <br /> The postman smiles at the owner and gets ready to leave.<br /> <br /> -By the way Bob, 226 Darwin Road, that should be right next door right?<br /> <br /> -Well here is 224 and there's nothing till Howie's petrol station, which is what?<br /> <br /> -320.<br /> <br /> -Guess they screwed up then. What's the name?<br /> <br /> The postman peeks at the envelope again.<br /> <br /> -[[Anastasio|Anastasio Xanthis]], 226 Darwin Road, Perth, Australia. No postcode.<br /> <br /> -Never heard of that name...<br /> <br /> -Ok then, thanks, good luck with the technology, replies the postman as he opens the door.<br /> <br /> And just before the door shuts, fat Bob adds. <br /> <br /> -I think I remember that there were issues with some neighbors, Greeks I think, regarding an unsettled land dispute when my old man bought the building... There are foundations a few yards from the road there. I don't know.<br /> <br /> -Well. Need a signature, so I guess this one will go back to England!<br /> <br /> The postman leaves the Paw Shop and notices the cut out rusted 45 gallon drum with a grill just outside.<br /> <br /> ====CHAT PLASTIC SURGERY CLINIC, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat, a Thai man sits behind his glass desk as he is briefing [[Uri]] about the logistics of a [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_reassignment_surgery sex reassignment surgery].<br /> <br /> -SRS is a complex surgical procedure which needs a specialized set of skills and knowledge for transforming a male to female with the best possible aesthetic appearance and function. The concept is to make the new genitalia look as real as a biological woman in every way. I'm very happy with my artistic techniques of non-penile inversion which makes me very flexible. I can assure you that I will apply my skills and experience to achieve good sensation, natural look of female genitalia and perfect function for intimacy with your partner.<br /> <br /> Uri nods with a grin. The doctor's nurse, who has been standing by him, invites Uri to the lean on the examination table in the adjacent room.<br /> <br /> -Miss Pamela, please remove you clothes so that Doctor Chat can examine your body.<br /> <br /> As Uri undresses, the doctor approaches and comments.<br /> <br /> -Oh, you are circumcised!<br /> <br /> -Yes, as you can see. Replies Uri, perplex. Is there anything wrong.<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat grabs Uri dick and pulls it, then grabs his balls.<br /> <br /> -Well, the more skin we have to work with, the better the results are. Scrotal skin is the most important and that's good but penile and prepuce skin is crucial to form the lip-like fold. In your case, we have no foreskin and not that much penile skin...<br /> <br /> Uri gets kind of defensive.<br /> <br /> -Well, when it get hard, it extends to a normal size....<br /> <br /> Back at the doctor's desk<br /> <br /> -Now you know that [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Professional_Association_for_Transgender_Health WPATH] regulations demands that you provide us with 2 letters from professionals before we can proceed. As I understand that you did not do this prior to leaving Canada, we can provide you a list of accredited psychiatrists we work with here in Bangkok.<br /> <br /> Chat hands a printed spreadsheet to Uri.<br /> <br /> -Here you go Miss Pamela. Don't forget to be convincing. If not, they might not give you the letter.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla sits across from [[Jan|Dr Jan G. Grulc]], a psychiatry intern.<br /> <br /> -I understand that you are from Bern... Any reasons why you chose to come all the way to Zurich.<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little, looking at Lake Zurich through the window, then back at Jan.<br /> <br /> -In case you decided to keep me, I though the view would be nicer. Always felt a little entrenched back home!<br /> <br /> Jan continues listening, leaving a long silence. Carla, feeling a little uncomfortable, plays with her nails, then continues.<br /> <br /> -The truth?<br /> <br /> -If you want.<br /> <br /> -Bern is a small town. Didn't want people to know I was seeing a shrink.<br /> <br /> -When you say back home, what do you mean. What is home for you.<br /> <br /> -Definitely Bern. That's where I went to school. I mean University. That's where all my friend are.<br /> <br /> Jan reads through his file.<br /> <br /> -You wrote here that you were born in Afghanistan. Youn want to talk about this?<br /> <br /> -My parents were hippies. I was born in a VW bus.<br /> <br /> ====TRAIN BACK TO BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla stares at the unfolding scenery.<br /> <br /> ====BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Wearing a baseball cap &amp; dressed in an androgynous way, Uri registers at a run down hotel, near Rama IV Road. He drops his small backpack on the desk to pull his money and ID. The young female attendant opens his Canadian passport.<br /> <br /> -Pamela Sacred?<br /> <br /> -That's right!<br /> <br /> -So, how many nights?<br /> <br /> Uri looks at the decrepitude around the hallway, then answers.<br /> <br /> -One night... for now. Then we'll see.<br /> <br /> -600 Bath!<br /> <br /> Uri pull 6 bills and hands them to the attendant.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Carla is on the phone with Franziska.<br /> <br /> -No, because they question the fact that he even exists or that I actually had any contact with him...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[The Orama|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

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<p>Pam: </p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Orama'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She gets to the Greek root of the word: ''ὅραμα'' meaning ''sight'', ''speculation'' or ''ghost''.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair set near the window. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up a meeting.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> ****<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is lying on the long chair. Jan is at his desk.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4749 2015-12-12T00:20:29Z

<p>Pam: </p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Orama'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She gets to the Greek root of the word: ''ὅραμα'' meaning ''sight'', ''speculation'' or ''ghost''.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair set near the window. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up a meeting.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4748 2015-12-12T00:19:09Z

<p>Pam: /* BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Orama'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She gets to the Greek root of the word: ''ὅραμα'' meaning ''sight'', ''speculation'' or ''ghost''.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair set near the window. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up a meeting.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4747 2015-12-12T00:16:20Z

<p>Pam: /* BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Orama'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She gets to the Greek root of the word: ''ὅραμα'' meaning ''sight'', ''speculation'' or ''ghost''.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair set near the window. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up an appointment.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4746 2015-12-12T00:15:17Z

<p>Pam: /* BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Orama'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She gets to the Greek root of the word: ''ὅραμα'' meaning ''sight'', ''speculation'' or ''ghost''.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up an appointment.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4745 2015-12-12T00:12:00Z

<p>Pam: /* URI'S BATHROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Orama'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She gets to the greek root of the word: ''ὅραμα'' meaning ''sight'', ''speculation'' or ''ghost''.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up an appointment.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4744 2015-12-12T00:10:19Z

<p>Pam: /* URI'S ROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Orama'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She gets to the greek root of the word: ''ὅραμα'' meaning ''sight'', ''speculation'' or ''ghost''.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up an appointment.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4743 2015-12-12T00:08:57Z

<p>Pam: /* CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than ''Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper''. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letters under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Orama'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She gets to the greek root of the word: ''ὅραμα'' meaning ''sight'', ''speculation'' or ''ghost''.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up an appointment.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4742 2015-12-12T00:08:11Z

<p>Pam: /* CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers in the background. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letter under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Orama'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She gets to the greek root of the word: ''ὅραμα'' meaning ''sight'', ''speculation'' or ''ghost''.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up an appointment.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4741 2015-12-12T00:05:57Z

<p>Pam: /* JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. Carla stands up and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers around. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letter under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Orama'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She gets to the greek root of the word: ''ὅραμα'' meaning ''sight'', ''speculation'' or ''ghost''.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up an appointment.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=One_Night_in_Bangkok&diff=4740 2015-12-12T00:03:59Z

<p>Pam: /* BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK, THAILAND */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''As the letter continues its journey, Uri lands in Bangkok and inquires about new options to elude surveillance.<br /> <br /> ''In Bern, Carla's mental state is being questioned by her superior as no trace of her ever meeting Uri can be found.<br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[The Orama|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> {{<br /> #display_map: -28.06585, 117.85283; 13.7098655,100.6274988; 47.3527, 8.5706<br /> | service=openlayers<br /> | layers=osm-mapnik, osm-cyclemap<br /> |zoom=2<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ====PERTH, AUSTRALIA====<br /> <br /> The postman walks by an empty lot, stops for a moment, checks the address on the registered mail envelope from the UK, walks further past a parked fully equipped Honda Goldwing motorcycle and enters a Pawn Shop. A fat man in his mid-forties sits on a stool behind the counter&amp;mdash;desperatly trying to pull a tape stuck in a VHS player.<br /> <br /> -Wow, Ricky. What have you got for me today? Looks formal! murmurs the shop owner as he catches a glimpse at the postman's envelope.<br /> <br /> -Not for you Bob, actually these are.<br /> <br /> The postman hands a stack of letters, mostly government mail, to the shop owner.<br /> <br /> -Shit, thanks for the good news. Next time, drop them in my smoker outside.<br /> <br /> -How I'm I going to keep my job if you don't pay your taxes, teases the postman.<br /> <br /> -That's actually my plan Ricky. Why do you think we're going out of business. Because of all your [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amazon.com Amazon] and [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EBay E-Bay] deliveries.<br /> <br /> -Well, I'm sure you're doing well, replies the post-man. Isn't this a new motorbike you got parked outside.<br /> <br /> -Not new. But a shiny one, right! replies the shop owner still busy levering a screwdriver in the VHS player.<br /> <br /> The postman smiles at the owner and gets ready to leave.<br /> <br /> -By the way Bob, 226 Darwin Road, that should be right next door right?<br /> <br /> -Well here is 224 and there's nothing till Howie's petrol station, which is what?<br /> <br /> -320.<br /> <br /> -Guess they screwed up then. What's the name?<br /> <br /> The postman peeks at the envelope again.<br /> <br /> -[[Anastasio|Anastasio Xanthis]], 226 Darwin Road, Perth, Australia. No postcode.<br /> <br /> -Never heard of that name...<br /> <br /> -Ok then, thanks, good luck with the technology, replies the postman as he opens the door.<br /> <br /> And just before the door shuts, fat Bob adds. <br /> <br /> -I think I remember that there were issues with some neighbors, Greeks I think, regarding an unsettled land dispute when my old man bought the building... There are foundations a few yards from the road there. I don't know.<br /> <br /> -Well. Need a signature, so I guess this one will go back to England!<br /> <br /> The postman leaves the Paw Shop and notices the cut out rusted 45 gallon drum with a grill just outside.<br /> <br /> ====CHAT PLASTIC SURGERY CLINIC, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat, a Thai man sits behind his glass desk as he is briefing [[Uri]] about the logistics of a [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_reassignment_surgery sex reassignment surgery].<br /> <br /> -SRS is a complex surgical procedure which needs a specialized set of skills and knowledge for transforming a male to female with the best possible aesthetic appearance and function. The concept is to make the new genitalia look as real as a biological woman in every way. I'm very happy with my artistic techniques of non-penile inversion which makes me very flexible. I can assure you that I will apply my skills and experience to achieve good sensation, natural look of female genitalia and perfect function for intimacy with your partner.<br /> <br /> Uri nods with a grin. The doctor's nurse, who has been standing by him, invites Uri to the lean on the examination table in the adjacent room.<br /> <br /> -Miss Pamela, please remove you clothes so that Doctor Chat can examine your body.<br /> <br /> As Uri undresses, the doctor approaches and comments.<br /> <br /> -Oh, you are circumcised!<br /> <br /> -Yes, as you can see. Replies Uri, perplex. Is there anything wrong.<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat grabs Uri dick and pulls it, then grabs his balls.<br /> <br /> -Well, the more skin we have to work with, the better the results are. Scrotal skin is the most important and that's good but penile and prepuce skin is crucial to form the lip-like fold. In your case, we have no foreskin and not that much penile skin...<br /> <br /> Uri gets kind of defensive.<br /> <br /> -Well, when it get hard, it extends to a normal size....<br /> <br /> Back at the doctor's desk<br /> <br /> -Now you know that [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Professional_Association_for_Transgender_Health WPATH] regulations demands that you provide us with 2 letters from professionals before we can proceed. As I understand that you did not do this prior to leaving Canada, we can provide you a list of accredited psychiatrists we work with here in Bangkok.<br /> <br /> Chat hands a printed spreadsheet to Uri.<br /> <br /> -Here you go Miss Pamela. Don't forget to be convincing. If not, they might not give you the letter.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla sits across from [[Jan|Dr Jan G. Grulc]], a psychiatry intern.<br /> <br /> -I understand that you are from Bern... Any reasons why you chose to come all the way to Zurich.<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little, looking at Lake Zurich through the window, then back at Jan.<br /> <br /> -In case you decided to keep me, I though the view would be nicer. Always felt a little entrenched back home!<br /> <br /> Jan continues listening, leaving a long silence. Carla, feeling a little uncomfortable, plays with her nails, then continues.<br /> <br /> -The truth?<br /> <br /> -If you want.<br /> <br /> -Bern is a small town. Didn't want people to know I was seeing a shrink.<br /> <br /> -When you say back home, what do you mean. What is home for you.<br /> <br /> -Definitely Bern. That's where I went to school. I mean University. That's where all my friend are.<br /> <br /> Jan reads through his file.<br /> <br /> -You wrote here that you were born in Afghanistan. Youn want to talk about this?<br /> <br /> -My parents were hippies. I was born in a VW bus.<br /> <br /> ====TRAIN BACK TO BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla stares at the unfolding scenery.<br /> <br /> ====BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Wearing a baseball cap &amp; dressed in an androgynous way, Uri registers at a run down hotel, near Rama IV Road. He drops his small backpack on the desk to pull his money and ID. The young female attendant opens his Canadian passport.<br /> <br /> -Pamela Sacred?<br /> <br /> -That's right!<br /> <br /> -So, how many nights?<br /> <br /> Uri looks at the decrepitude around the hallway, then answers.<br /> <br /> -Give me 3 nights... for now. Then we'll see.<br /> <br /> -1500 Bath!<br /> <br /> Uri pull 3 bills and hands them to the attendant.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Carla is on the phone with Franziska.<br /> <br /> -No, because they question the fact that he even exists or that I actually had any contact with him...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[The Orama|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=One_Night_in_Bangkok&diff=4739 2015-12-12T00:03:48Z

<p>Pam: /* BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK, THAILAND */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''As the letter continues its journey, Uri lands in Bangkok and inquires about new options to elude surveillance.<br /> <br /> ''In Bern, Carla's mental state is being questioned by her superior as no trace of her ever meeting Uri can be found.<br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[The Orama|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> {{<br /> #display_map: -28.06585, 117.85283; 13.7098655,100.6274988; 47.3527, 8.5706<br /> | service=openlayers<br /> | layers=osm-mapnik, osm-cyclemap<br /> |zoom=2<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ====PERTH, AUSTRALIA====<br /> <br /> The postman walks by an empty lot, stops for a moment, checks the address on the registered mail envelope from the UK, walks further past a parked fully equipped Honda Goldwing motorcycle and enters a Pawn Shop. A fat man in his mid-forties sits on a stool behind the counter&amp;mdash;desperatly trying to pull a tape stuck in a VHS player.<br /> <br /> -Wow, Ricky. What have you got for me today? Looks formal! murmurs the shop owner as he catches a glimpse at the postman's envelope.<br /> <br /> -Not for you Bob, actually these are.<br /> <br /> The postman hands a stack of letters, mostly government mail, to the shop owner.<br /> <br /> -Shit, thanks for the good news. Next time, drop them in my smoker outside.<br /> <br /> -How I'm I going to keep my job if you don't pay your taxes, teases the postman.<br /> <br /> -That's actually my plan Ricky. Why do you think we're going out of business. Because of all your [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amazon.com Amazon] and [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EBay E-Bay] deliveries.<br /> <br /> -Well, I'm sure you're doing well, replies the post-man. Isn't this a new motorbike you got parked outside.<br /> <br /> -Not new. But a shiny one, right! replies the shop owner still busy levering a screwdriver in the VHS player.<br /> <br /> The postman smiles at the owner and gets ready to leave.<br /> <br /> -By the way Bob, 226 Darwin Road, that should be right next door right?<br /> <br /> -Well here is 224 and there's nothing till Howie's petrol station, which is what?<br /> <br /> -320.<br /> <br /> -Guess they screwed up then. What's the name?<br /> <br /> The postman peeks at the envelope again.<br /> <br /> -[[Anastasio|Anastasio Xanthis]], 226 Darwin Road, Perth, Australia. No postcode.<br /> <br /> -Never heard of that name...<br /> <br /> -Ok then, thanks, good luck with the technology, replies the postman as he opens the door.<br /> <br /> And just before the door shuts, fat Bob adds. <br /> <br /> -I think I remember that there were issues with some neighbors, Greeks I think, regarding an unsettled land dispute when my old man bought the building... There are foundations a few yards from the road there. I don't know.<br /> <br /> -Well. Need a signature, so I guess this one will go back to England!<br /> <br /> The postman leaves the Paw Shop and notices the cut out rusted 45 gallon drum with a grill just outside.<br /> <br /> ====CHAT PLASTIC SURGERY CLINIC, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat, a Thai man sits behind his glass desk as he is briefing [[Uri]] about the logistics of a [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_reassignment_surgery sex reassignment surgery].<br /> <br /> -SRS is a complex surgical procedure which needs a specialized set of skills and knowledge for transforming a male to female with the best possible aesthetic appearance and function. The concept is to make the new genitalia look as real as a biological woman in every way. I'm very happy with my artistic techniques of non-penile inversion which makes me very flexible. I can assure you that I will apply my skills and experience to achieve good sensation, natural look of female genitalia and perfect function for intimacy with your partner.<br /> <br /> Uri nods with a grin. The doctor's nurse, who has been standing by him, invites Uri to the lean on the examination table in the adjacent room.<br /> <br /> -Miss Pamela, please remove you clothes so that Doctor Chat can examine your body.<br /> <br /> As Uri undresses, the doctor approaches and comments.<br /> <br /> -Oh, you are circumcised!<br /> <br /> -Yes, as you can see. Replies Uri, perplex. Is there anything wrong.<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat grabs Uri dick and pulls it, then grabs his balls.<br /> <br /> -Well, the more skin we have to work with, the better the results are. Scrotal skin is the most important and that's good but penile and prepuce skin is crucial to form the lip-like fold. In your case, we have no foreskin and not that much penile skin...<br /> <br /> Uri gets kind of defensive.<br /> <br /> -Well, when it get hard, it extends to a normal size....<br /> <br /> Back at the doctor's desk<br /> <br /> -Now you know that [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Professional_Association_for_Transgender_Health WPATH] regulations demands that you provide us with 2 letters from professionals before we can proceed. As I understand that you did not do this prior to leaving Canada, we can provide you a list of accredited psychiatrists we work with here in Bangkok.<br /> <br /> Chat hands a printed spreadsheet to Uri.<br /> <br /> -Here you go Miss Pamela. Don't forget to be convincing. If not, they might not give you the letter.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla sits across from [[Jan|Dr Jan G. Grulc]], a psychiatry intern.<br /> <br /> -I understand that you are from Bern... Any reasons why you chose to come all the way to Zurich.<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little, looking at Lake Zurich through the window, then back at Jan.<br /> <br /> -In case you decided to keep me, I though the view would be nicer. Always felt a little entrenched back home!<br /> <br /> Jan continues listening, leaving a long silence. Carla, feeling a little uncomfortable, plays with her nails, then continues.<br /> <br /> -The truth?<br /> <br /> -If you want.<br /> <br /> -Bern is a small town. Didn't want people to know I was seeing a shrink.<br /> <br /> -When you say back home, what do you mean. What is home for you.<br /> <br /> -Definitely Bern. That's where I went to school. I mean University. That's where all my friend are.<br /> <br /> Jan reads through his file.<br /> <br /> -You wrote here that you were born in Afghanistan. Youn want to talk about this?<br /> <br /> -My parents were hippies. I was born in a VW bus.<br /> <br /> ====TRAIN BACK TO BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla stares at the unfolding scenery.<br /> <br /> ====BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Wearing a baseball cap &amp; dressed in an androgynous way, Uri registers at a run down hotel, near the Rama IV Road. He drops his small backpack on the desk to pull his money and ID. The young female attendant opens his Canadian passport.<br /> <br /> -Pamela Sacred?<br /> <br /> -That's right!<br /> <br /> -So, how many nights?<br /> <br /> Uri looks at the decrepitude around the hallway, then answers.<br /> <br /> -Give me 3 nights... for now. Then we'll see.<br /> <br /> -1500 Bath!<br /> <br /> Uri pull 3 bills and hands them to the attendant.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Carla is on the phone with Franziska.<br /> <br /> -No, because they question the fact that he even exists or that I actually had any contact with him...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[The Orama|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=One_Night_in_Bangkok&diff=4738 2015-12-12T00:02:39Z

<p>Pam: /* BOSTON INN, BANGKOK, THAILAND */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''As the letter continues its journey, Uri lands in Bangkok and inquires about new options to elude surveillance.<br /> <br /> ''In Bern, Carla's mental state is being questioned by her superior as no trace of her ever meeting Uri can be found.<br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[The Orama|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> {{<br /> #display_map: -28.06585, 117.85283; 13.7098655,100.6274988; 47.3527, 8.5706<br /> | service=openlayers<br /> | layers=osm-mapnik, osm-cyclemap<br /> |zoom=2<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ====PERTH, AUSTRALIA====<br /> <br /> The postman walks by an empty lot, stops for a moment, checks the address on the registered mail envelope from the UK, walks further past a parked fully equipped Honda Goldwing motorcycle and enters a Pawn Shop. A fat man in his mid-forties sits on a stool behind the counter&amp;mdash;desperatly trying to pull a tape stuck in a VHS player.<br /> <br /> -Wow, Ricky. What have you got for me today? Looks formal! murmurs the shop owner as he catches a glimpse at the postman's envelope.<br /> <br /> -Not for you Bob, actually these are.<br /> <br /> The postman hands a stack of letters, mostly government mail, to the shop owner.<br /> <br /> -Shit, thanks for the good news. Next time, drop them in my smoker outside.<br /> <br /> -How I'm I going to keep my job if you don't pay your taxes, teases the postman.<br /> <br /> -That's actually my plan Ricky. Why do you think we're going out of business. Because of all your [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amazon.com Amazon] and [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EBay E-Bay] deliveries.<br /> <br /> -Well, I'm sure you're doing well, replies the post-man. Isn't this a new motorbike you got parked outside.<br /> <br /> -Not new. But a shiny one, right! replies the shop owner still busy levering a screwdriver in the VHS player.<br /> <br /> The postman smiles at the owner and gets ready to leave.<br /> <br /> -By the way Bob, 226 Darwin Road, that should be right next door right?<br /> <br /> -Well here is 224 and there's nothing till Howie's petrol station, which is what?<br /> <br /> -320.<br /> <br /> -Guess they screwed up then. What's the name?<br /> <br /> The postman peeks at the envelope again.<br /> <br /> -[[Anastasio|Anastasio Xanthis]], 226 Darwin Road, Perth, Australia. No postcode.<br /> <br /> -Never heard of that name...<br /> <br /> -Ok then, thanks, good luck with the technology, replies the postman as he opens the door.<br /> <br /> And just before the door shuts, fat Bob adds. <br /> <br /> -I think I remember that there were issues with some neighbors, Greeks I think, regarding an unsettled land dispute when my old man bought the building... There are foundations a few yards from the road there. I don't know.<br /> <br /> -Well. Need a signature, so I guess this one will go back to England!<br /> <br /> The postman leaves the Paw Shop and notices the cut out rusted 45 gallon drum with a grill just outside.<br /> <br /> ====CHAT PLASTIC SURGERY CLINIC, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat, a Thai man sits behind his glass desk as he is briefing [[Uri]] about the logistics of a [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_reassignment_surgery sex reassignment surgery].<br /> <br /> -SRS is a complex surgical procedure which needs a specialized set of skills and knowledge for transforming a male to female with the best possible aesthetic appearance and function. The concept is to make the new genitalia look as real as a biological woman in every way. I'm very happy with my artistic techniques of non-penile inversion which makes me very flexible. I can assure you that I will apply my skills and experience to achieve good sensation, natural look of female genitalia and perfect function for intimacy with your partner.<br /> <br /> Uri nods with a grin. The doctor's nurse, who has been standing by him, invites Uri to the lean on the examination table in the adjacent room.<br /> <br /> -Miss Pamela, please remove you clothes so that Doctor Chat can examine your body.<br /> <br /> As Uri undresses, the doctor approaches and comments.<br /> <br /> -Oh, you are circumcised!<br /> <br /> -Yes, as you can see. Replies Uri, perplex. Is there anything wrong.<br /> <br /> Doctor Chat grabs Uri dick and pulls it, then grabs his balls.<br /> <br /> -Well, the more skin we have to work with, the better the results are. Scrotal skin is the most important and that's good but penile and prepuce skin is crucial to form the lip-like fold. In your case, we have no foreskin and not that much penile skin...<br /> <br /> Uri gets kind of defensive.<br /> <br /> -Well, when it get hard, it extends to a normal size....<br /> <br /> Back at the doctor's desk<br /> <br /> -Now you know that [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Professional_Association_for_Transgender_Health WPATH] regulations demands that you provide us with 2 letters from professionals before we can proceed. As I understand that you did not do this prior to leaving Canada, we can provide you a list of accredited psychiatrists we work with here in Bangkok.<br /> <br /> Chat hands a printed spreadsheet to Uri.<br /> <br /> -Here you go Miss Pamela. Don't forget to be convincing. If not, they might not give you the letter.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla sits across from [[Jan|Dr Jan G. Grulc]], a psychiatry intern.<br /> <br /> -I understand that you are from Bern... Any reasons why you chose to come all the way to Zurich.<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little, looking at Lake Zurich through the window, then back at Jan.<br /> <br /> -In case you decided to keep me, I though the view would be nicer. Always felt a little entrenched back home!<br /> <br /> Jan continues listening, leaving a long silence. Carla, feeling a little uncomfortable, plays with her nails, then continues.<br /> <br /> -The truth?<br /> <br /> -If you want.<br /> <br /> -Bern is a small town. Didn't want people to know I was seeing a shrink.<br /> <br /> -When you say back home, what do you mean. What is home for you.<br /> <br /> -Definitely Bern. That's where I went to school. I mean University. That's where all my friend are.<br /> <br /> Jan reads through his file.<br /> <br /> -You wrote here that you were born in Afghanistan. Youn want to talk about this?<br /> <br /> -My parents were hippies. I was born in a VW bus.<br /> <br /> ====TRAIN BACK TO BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla stares at the unfolding scenery.<br /> <br /> ====BUDGET HILTON, BANGKOK, THAILAND====<br /> <br /> Wearing a baseball cap &amp; dressed in an androgynous way, Uri registers at a run down hotel, in the Rama 4 district. He drops his small backpack on the desk to pull his money and ID. The young female attendant opens his Canadian passport.<br /> <br /> -Pamela Sacred?<br /> <br /> -That's right!<br /> <br /> -So, how many nights?<br /> <br /> Uri looks at the decrepitude around the hallway, then answers.<br /> <br /> -Give me 3 nights... for now. Then we'll see.<br /> <br /> -1500 Bath!<br /> <br /> Uri pull 3 bills and hands them to the attendant.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Carla is on the phone with Franziska.<br /> <br /> -No, because they question the fact that he even exists or that I actually had any contact with him...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[ISO 3166|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[The Orama|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.010]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=ISO_3166&diff=4737 2015-12-11T23:33:18Z

<p>Pam: </p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''We left Uri and Carla in a Brig hotel room after he stepped out of the Orient Express on which Najwa and Alexander were also traveling.<br /> <br /> ''Back in Jerusalem, Aaron who has been notified about Uri's whereabouts from US intelligence, is now confronted by politician with a clear agenda.<br /> <br /> ''In Bern, Carla has been pulled from the Nikitin files and is now being summoned by the Federal Counsel. <br /> <br /> ''Uri is seeking extreme measures to elude all who are tracking him. <br /> <br /> [[CCTV|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[One Night in Bangkok|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> {{<br /> #display_map:51.524722, -0.111944; 31.7801929, 35.2012948; 46.9448311, 7.4426041; 35.93733, -5.55388<br /> | service=openlayers<br /> | layers=osm-mapnik, osm-cyclemap<br /> |zoom=4<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ====DAWN, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> The yellow striped red van carefully pulls back to dock at gate 17. Two Royal Mail employees&amp;mdash;one leaning on his Pallet jack's handle, the other taking advantage of the open gate to smoke a cigarette&amp;mdash;and a supervisor, wait for the driver to open the van's back door. Inside, a wooden box is securely strapped to a pallet.<br /> <br /> ====MAIN SORTING ROOM, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A loud rumbling noise echoes throughout the facility as letters tumble inside a gigantic drum called the ''Segragator''. The supervisor take pictures as the two employees cut the metal straps then dismantle the wooden box which has been lowered next to an oversize sorting table. The crews of experienced [http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sorter#Noun sorters] which has been assembled by management for the unusual task are fascinated as they discover the rusty trunk. The supervisor moves in to lift the lid. The trunk is filled with letters, most of them intact.<br /> <br /> One by one, the content of the trunk is carefully laid out on the table and each letter is photographed&amp;mdash;recto/verso. The letters are then placed in a different section on the table according to their [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-1_alpha-2 country code]. As all mail should be destined to Australia&amp;mdash;the [[The_Zytglogge_Mission#DAY.2C_GULF_OF_ADEN.2C_ARABIAN_SEA|sunken ship]] was bound for Melbourne&amp;mdash;letters are sorted by addressers. The first section handles the UK and Europe excluding Russia; another, The United States and Canada; a third one, the rest of the Americas and Africa; a fourth one for Asia excluding Russia; and finally the fifth section for the ex-USSR and for [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-3 countries which have disappeared].<br /> <br /> ====SORTING TABLE, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> The sorter responsible for section 5 pulls out a letter emanating from [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C3%B6nigsberg Königsberg], Prussia.<br /> <br /> -Prussia! Isn't that Germany? Shouldn't it go to section 1.<br /> <br /> -Well where in Prussia, could also be Poland, answers the sorter at section 1.<br /> <br /> -Königsberg, sounds German to me...<br /> <br /> -That's Kaliningrad. The Russians kept that parcel of land. Stays in your pile mate.<br /> <br /> ====SECTION 4, SORTING TABLE, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> Now that all the mail has been sorted by global regions, each section labels its letters according to their new country code. The sorter at section 4 pulls one out.<br /> <br /> -I got one here on that said Palestine, but with the Queen's face on the stamp.<br /> <br /> -What city? asks the man at section 1, who seems to be the most knowledgeable.<br /> <br /> -Avhayil...<br /> <br /> -Avhayil? No idea. What's the name?<br /> <br /> -[[Isabella|Isabella Altaras]], Avihayil Moshav, Avhayil, Palestine.<br /> <br /> -Show me.<br /> <br /> The man from section 1 hands [[Isabella's_letter_to_Anastasio|the letter]] to the one from section 4 who reads out loud.<br /> <br /> -Avihayil Moshav... That's like a Kibbutz. [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-2:IL IL].<br /> <br /> ====PRIME MINISTER'S OFFICES, JERUSALEM====<br /> <br /> [[Aaron]] is mulling over his thoughts, standing by a window overlooking the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wohl_Rose_Park Rose Park], when enters a man in his early forties.<br /> <br /> -Mr. Hanin. Thanks for coming to meet me. [[Ben|Ben Zimmer]], says the man as he shakes Aaron's hand.<br /> <br /> -Pleasure to meet you.<br /> <br /> -Can I get you something?<br /> <br /> -No, that will good. I just had a quick lunch.<br /> <br /> -Yes, sorry I couldn't free myself earlier, we had a Cabinet meeting. Please sit.<br /> <br /> The two men sit in the office's lounge area.<br /> <br /> -So, how can I help you, Mr. Zimmer.<br /> <br /> -Well, let me go straight to the point. Uri Yatom, as I understand, one of your top men, has run Awol.<br /> <br /> Aaron hesitates a moment.<br /> <br /> -Well, unless he's hiding in the Old City, I don't know how the Minister in charge of Jerusalem could be concerned? If I may say.<br /> <br /> -Well, in this particular case, I'll wear my other hat, as Minister of Diaspora, replies Ben.<br /> <br /> Aaron looks skeptical.<br /> <br /> -I understand that you might not wish to, and that you are not compelled to share the whereabouts of your operatives, but you might be interested to know where this is going, at least from our end. We're all working together after all.<br /> <br /> Arron remains unmoved as Ben stands up to grab a file bearing the Knesset's logo.<br /> <br /> -In a few weeks, a group a people, with all kinds of agendas, will get together to study what composes our population. As you might well understand, this will steer controversy within as well as outside of our borders.<br /> <br /> Aaron grabs the document to look it over.<br /> <br /> -Our administration, has a clear view on this and on the policies regarding Aliyah. Which is status quo, at least in terms of quotas! We have enough enemies at the gate, to start creating further dissension within.<br /> <br /> -Ok, but I still don't understand how my agency or one of my operatives could be of any assistance or interest to you, or this future commission?<br /> <br /> Ben sits back at his chair, pulls an electronic cigarette from his jacket's pocket and starts puffing.<br /> <br /> -Are you familiar with the myth of the Khazars?<br /> <br /> -Vaguely, I remember reading something about it.<br /> <br /> -Well, it appears that our friend Uri has not only read something about it, but fully embraced the theory.<br /> <br /> -What do you mean?<br /> <br /> -We also have our network, independent of your services, based on civilians and charity groups...<br /> <br /> -Yes, please cut to the chase, we are well aware of these networks...<br /> <br /> Zimmer sounds a little annoyed by his guest's tone and adopts a patronizing one.<br /> <br /> -Well, these networks, which you're apparently familiar with, have reported to us, that a man, fitting the profile of Mr. Yatom, has been digging deep into his family roots, sending all sorts of alarms...<br /> <br /> Aaron cuts him off abruptly.<br /> <br /> -You have a mole in Mossad!<br /> <br /> -A mole? As I mentioned earlier Mr. Hanin, we're all working together on this and as far I understand, Mossad is part of this administration.<br /> <br /> -We serve Israel, not a particular party or a particular policy. With all due respect, you are here today in this office, Mr. Zimmer, but tomorrow it'll be someone else, with a different agenda, but we'll still be at our post... We can't swing with the wind.<br /> <br /> Zimmer leans forward, getting closer to Aaron.<br /> <br /> -Listen Aaroon, we came to you because we know that you have your own grievances with the way things have been working at Mossad recently, and before changes are made, at the top, we want to make sure of who we want to work with...<br /> <br /> ====DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE, BERN====<br /> <br /> [[Carla]] is sitting at her desk on an early Monday morning. Her boss, a woman in her late 50s, knocks at her door left ajar, then enters.<br /> <br /> -Hi Carla... Good to see you back. How do you feel?<br /> <br /> -Great. Thanks. Had a fantastic week and weekend. Feel like new.<br /> <br /> -Listen, about Moscow... You know we'll have to talk about this.<br /> <br /> -Yes, tell me when.<br /> <br /> -Well, I'm not sure why but I'm not going to be involved. You will be called directly by the Palace, I believe later today.<br /> <br /> -Wow.<br /> <br /> -Yes and in the meantime, I have been asked to relieve you from the ZIB and all files related to [[Alexander|Nikitin]].<br /> <br /> -Well, I was kind of expecting this... But just to know, who is this coming from?<br /> <br /> -The Federal Counsel.<br /> <br /> -Ok... So what should I do in the meantime...<br /> <br /> -For the rest of the day, just maybe transfer everything you have and maybe write a short report.<br /> <br /> -To who?<br /> <br /> -To me for now.<br /> <br /> ====DECK OF THE SHIP, STRAIGHT OF GIBRALTAR====<br /> <br /> [[Uri]] looks at the lights of Tarifa, Spain, as the cargo ship '''Orama''' on which he sails passes the straight into the Atlantic Ocean.<br /> <br /> ====CLIPPER ROUTE, SOMEWHERE IN THE INDIAN OCEAN====<br /> <br /> Uri sits at a makeshift picnic table set on deck of the ship. He wrote the first letter, '''C''', but stares at the layers of clouds in search of inspiration. An Eastbound plane leaves a long trail in the sky. Uri starts [[Uri's letter to Carla|writing]].<br /> <br /> <br /> [[CCTV|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[One Night in Bangkok|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.009]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.009]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=ISO_3166&diff=4736 2015-12-11T23:29:53Z

<p>Pam: /* DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE, BERN */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''We left Uri and Carla in a Brig hotel room after he stepped out of the Orient Express on which Najwa and Alexander were also traveling.<br /> <br /> ''Back in Jerusalem, Aron who has been notified about Uri's whereabouts from US intelligence, is now confronted by politician with a clear agenda.<br /> <br /> ''In Bern, Carla has been pulled from the Nikitin files and is now being summoned by the Federal Counsel. <br /> <br /> ''Uri is seeking extreme measures to elude all who are tracking him. <br /> <br /> [[CCTV|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[One Night in Bangkok|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> {{<br /> #display_map:51.524722, -0.111944; 31.7801929, 35.2012948; 46.9448311, 7.4426041; 35.93733, -5.55388<br /> | service=openlayers<br /> | layers=osm-mapnik, osm-cyclemap<br /> |zoom=4<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ====DAWN, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> The yellow striped red van carefully pulls back to dock at gate 17. Two Royal Mail employees&amp;mdash;one leaning on his Pallet jack's handle, the other taking advantage of the open gate to smoke a cigarette&amp;mdash;and a supervisor, wait for the driver to open the van's back door. Inside, a wooden box is securely strapped to a pallet.<br /> <br /> ====MAIN SORTING ROOM, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A loud rumbling noise echoes throughout the facility as letters tumble inside a gigantic drum called the ''Segragator''. The supervisor take pictures as the two employees cut the metal straps then dismantle the wooden box which has been lowered next to an oversize sorting table. The crews of experienced [http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sorter#Noun sorters] which has been assembled by management for the unusual task are fascinated as they discover the rusty trunk. The supervisor moves in to lift the lid. The trunk is filled with letters, most of them intact.<br /> <br /> One by one, the content of the trunk is carefully laid out on the table and each letter is photographed&amp;mdash;recto/verso. The letters are then placed in a different section on the table according to their [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-1_alpha-2 country code]. As all mail should be destined to Australia&amp;mdash;the [[The_Zytglogge_Mission#DAY.2C_GULF_OF_ADEN.2C_ARABIAN_SEA|sunken ship]] was bound for Melbourne&amp;mdash;letters are sorted by addressers. The first section handles the UK and Europe excluding Russia; another, The United States and Canada; a third one, the rest of the Americas and Africa; a fourth one for Asia excluding Russia; and finally the fifth section for the ex-USSR and for [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-3 countries which have disappeared].<br /> <br /> ====SORTING TABLE, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> The sorter responsible for section 5 pulls out a letter emanating from [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C3%B6nigsberg Königsberg], Prussia.<br /> <br /> -Prussia! Isn't that Germany? Shouldn't it go to section 1.<br /> <br /> -Well where in Prussia, could also be Poland, answers the sorter at section 1.<br /> <br /> -Königsberg, sounds German to me...<br /> <br /> -That's Kaliningrad. The Russians kept that parcel of land. Stays in your pile mate.<br /> <br /> ====SECTION 4, SORTING TABLE, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> Now that all the mail has been sorted by global regions, each section labels its letters according to their new country code. The sorter at section 4 pulls one out.<br /> <br /> -I got one here on that said Palestine, but with the Queen's face on the stamp.<br /> <br /> -What city? asks the man at section 1, who seems to be the most knowledgeable.<br /> <br /> -Avhayil...<br /> <br /> -Avhayil? No idea. What's the name?<br /> <br /> -[[Isabella|Isabella Altaras]], Avihayil Moshav, Avhayil, Palestine.<br /> <br /> -Show me.<br /> <br /> The man from section 1 hands [[Isabella's_letter_to_Anastasio|the letter]] to the one from section 4 who reads out loud.<br /> <br /> -Avihayil Moshav... That's like a Kibbutz. [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-2:IL IL].<br /> <br /> ====PRIME MINISTER'S OFFICES, JERUSALEM====<br /> <br /> [[Aaron]] is mulling over his thoughts, standing by a window overlooking the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wohl_Rose_Park Rose Park], when enters a man in his early forties.<br /> <br /> -Mr. Hanin. Thanks for coming to meet me. [[Ben|Ben Zimmer]], says the man as he shakes Aaron's hand.<br /> <br /> -Pleasure to meet you.<br /> <br /> -Can I get you something?<br /> <br /> -No, that will good. I just had a quick lunch.<br /> <br /> -Yes, sorry I couldn't free myself earlier, we had a Cabinet meeting. Please sit.<br /> <br /> The two men sit in the office's lounge area.<br /> <br /> -So, how can I help you, Mr. Zimmer.<br /> <br /> -Well, let me go straight to the point. Uri Yatom, as I understand, one of your top men, has run Awol.<br /> <br /> Aaron hesitates a moment.<br /> <br /> -Well, unless he's hiding in the Old City, I don't know how the Minister in charge of Jerusalem could be concerned? If I may say.<br /> <br /> -Well, in this particular case, I'll wear my other hat, as Minister of Diaspora, replies Ben.<br /> <br /> Aaron looks skeptical.<br /> <br /> -I understand that you might not wish to, and that you are not compelled to share the whereabouts of your operatives, but you might be interested to know where this is going, at least from our end. We're all working together after all.<br /> <br /> Arron remains unmoved as Ben stands up to grab a file bearing the Knesset's logo.<br /> <br /> -In a few weeks, a group a people, with all kinds of agendas, will get together to study what composes our population. As you might well understand, this will steer controversy within as well as outside of our borders.<br /> <br /> Aaron grabs the document to look it over.<br /> <br /> -Our administration, has a clear view on this and on the policies regarding Aliyah. Which is status quo, at least in terms of quotas! We have enough enemies at the gate, to start creating further dissension within.<br /> <br /> -Ok, but I still don't understand how my agency or one of my operatives could be of any assistance or interest to you, or this future commission?<br /> <br /> Ben sits back at his chair, pulls an electronic cigarette from his jacket's pocket and starts puffing.<br /> <br /> -Are you familiar with the myth of the Khazars?<br /> <br /> -Vaguely, I remember reading something about it.<br /> <br /> -Well, it appears that our friend Uri has not only read something about it, but fully embraced the theory.<br /> <br /> -What do you mean?<br /> <br /> -We also have our network, independent of your services, based on civilians and charity groups...<br /> <br /> -Yes, please cut to the chase, we are well aware of these networks...<br /> <br /> Zimmer sounds a little annoyed by his guest's tone and adopts a patronizing one.<br /> <br /> -Well, these networks, which you're apparently familiar with, have reported to us, that a man, fitting the profile of Mr. Yatom, has been digging deep into his family roots, sending all sorts of alarms...<br /> <br /> Aaron cuts him off abruptly.<br /> <br /> -You have a mole in Mossad!<br /> <br /> -A mole? As I mentioned earlier Mr. Hanin, we're all working together on this and as far I understand, Mossad is part of this administration.<br /> <br /> -We serve Israel, not a particular party or a particular policy. With all due respect, you are here today in this office, Mr. Zimmer, but tomorrow it'll be someone else, with a different agenda, but we'll still be at our post... We can't swing with the wind.<br /> <br /> Zimmer leans forward, getting closer to Aaron.<br /> <br /> -Listen Aaroon, we came to you because we know that you have your own grievances with the way things have been working at Mossad recently, and before changes are made, at the top, we want to make sure of who we want to work with...<br /> <br /> ====DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE, BERN====<br /> <br /> [[Carla]] is sitting at her desk on an early Monday morning. Her boss, a woman in her late 50s, knocks at her door left ajar, then enters.<br /> <br /> -Hi Carla... Good to see you back. How do you feel?<br /> <br /> -Great. Thanks. Had a fantastic week and weekend. Feel like new.<br /> <br /> -Listen, about Moscow... You know we'll have to talk about this.<br /> <br /> -Yes, tell me when.<br /> <br /> -Well, I'm not sure why but I'm not going to be involved. You will be called directly by the Palace, I believe later today.<br /> <br /> -Wow.<br /> <br /> -Yes and in the meantime, I have been asked to relieve you from the ZIB and all files related to [[Alexander|Nikitin]].<br /> <br /> -Well, I was kind of expecting this... But just to know, who is this coming from?<br /> <br /> -The Federal Counsel.<br /> <br /> -Ok... So what should I do in the meantime...<br /> <br /> -For the rest of the day, just maybe transfer everything you have and maybe write a short report.<br /> <br /> -To who?<br /> <br /> -To me for now.<br /> <br /> ====DECK OF THE SHIP, STRAIGHT OF GIBRALTAR====<br /> <br /> [[Uri]] looks at the lights of Tarifa, Spain, as the cargo ship '''Orama''' on which he sails passes the straight into the Atlantic Ocean.<br /> <br /> ====CLIPPER ROUTE, SOMEWHERE IN THE INDIAN OCEAN====<br /> <br /> Uri sits at a makeshift picnic table set on deck of the ship. He wrote the first letter, '''C''', but stares at the layers of clouds in search of inspiration. An Eastbound plane leaves a long trail in the sky. Uri starts [[Uri's letter to Carla|writing]].<br /> <br /> <br /> [[CCTV|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[One Night in Bangkok|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.009]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.009]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=ISO_3166&diff=4735 2015-12-11T23:29:04Z

<p>Pam: /* DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE, BERN */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''We left Uri and Carla in a Brig hotel room after he stepped out of the Orient Express on which Najwa and Alexander were also traveling.<br /> <br /> ''Back in Jerusalem, Aron who has been notified about Uri's whereabouts from US intelligence, is now confronted by politician with a clear agenda.<br /> <br /> ''In Bern, Carla has been pulled from the Nikitin files and is now being summoned by the Federal Counsel. <br /> <br /> ''Uri is seeking extreme measures to elude all who are tracking him. <br /> <br /> [[CCTV|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[One Night in Bangkok|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> {{<br /> #display_map:51.524722, -0.111944; 31.7801929, 35.2012948; 46.9448311, 7.4426041; 35.93733, -5.55388<br /> | service=openlayers<br /> | layers=osm-mapnik, osm-cyclemap<br /> |zoom=4<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ====DAWN, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> The yellow striped red van carefully pulls back to dock at gate 17. Two Royal Mail employees&amp;mdash;one leaning on his Pallet jack's handle, the other taking advantage of the open gate to smoke a cigarette&amp;mdash;and a supervisor, wait for the driver to open the van's back door. Inside, a wooden box is securely strapped to a pallet.<br /> <br /> ====MAIN SORTING ROOM, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A loud rumbling noise echoes throughout the facility as letters tumble inside a gigantic drum called the ''Segragator''. The supervisor take pictures as the two employees cut the metal straps then dismantle the wooden box which has been lowered next to an oversize sorting table. The crews of experienced [http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sorter#Noun sorters] which has been assembled by management for the unusual task are fascinated as they discover the rusty trunk. The supervisor moves in to lift the lid. The trunk is filled with letters, most of them intact.<br /> <br /> One by one, the content of the trunk is carefully laid out on the table and each letter is photographed&amp;mdash;recto/verso. The letters are then placed in a different section on the table according to their [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-1_alpha-2 country code]. As all mail should be destined to Australia&amp;mdash;the [[The_Zytglogge_Mission#DAY.2C_GULF_OF_ADEN.2C_ARABIAN_SEA|sunken ship]] was bound for Melbourne&amp;mdash;letters are sorted by addressers. The first section handles the UK and Europe excluding Russia; another, The United States and Canada; a third one, the rest of the Americas and Africa; a fourth one for Asia excluding Russia; and finally the fifth section for the ex-USSR and for [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-3 countries which have disappeared].<br /> <br /> ====SORTING TABLE, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> The sorter responsible for section 5 pulls out a letter emanating from [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C3%B6nigsberg Königsberg], Prussia.<br /> <br /> -Prussia! Isn't that Germany? Shouldn't it go to section 1.<br /> <br /> -Well where in Prussia, could also be Poland, answers the sorter at section 1.<br /> <br /> -Königsberg, sounds German to me...<br /> <br /> -That's Kaliningrad. The Russians kept that parcel of land. Stays in your pile mate.<br /> <br /> ====SECTION 4, SORTING TABLE, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> Now that all the mail has been sorted by global regions, each section labels its letters according to their new country code. The sorter at section 4 pulls one out.<br /> <br /> -I got one here on that said Palestine, but with the Queen's face on the stamp.<br /> <br /> -What city? asks the man at section 1, who seems to be the most knowledgeable.<br /> <br /> -Avhayil...<br /> <br /> -Avhayil? No idea. What's the name?<br /> <br /> -[[Isabella|Isabella Altaras]], Avihayil Moshav, Avhayil, Palestine.<br /> <br /> -Show me.<br /> <br /> The man from section 1 hands [[Isabella's_letter_to_Anastasio|the letter]] to the one from section 4 who reads out loud.<br /> <br /> -Avihayil Moshav... That's like a Kibbutz. [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-2:IL IL].<br /> <br /> ====PRIME MINISTER'S OFFICES, JERUSALEM====<br /> <br /> [[Aaron]] is mulling over his thoughts, standing by a window overlooking the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wohl_Rose_Park Rose Park], when enters a man in his early forties.<br /> <br /> -Mr. Hanin. Thanks for coming to meet me. [[Ben|Ben Zimmer]], says the man as he shakes Aaron's hand.<br /> <br /> -Pleasure to meet you.<br /> <br /> -Can I get you something?<br /> <br /> -No, that will good. I just had a quick lunch.<br /> <br /> -Yes, sorry I couldn't free myself earlier, we had a Cabinet meeting. Please sit.<br /> <br /> The two men sit in the office's lounge area.<br /> <br /> -So, how can I help you, Mr. Zimmer.<br /> <br /> -Well, let me go straight to the point. Uri Yatom, as I understand, one of your top men, has run Awol.<br /> <br /> Aaron hesitates a moment.<br /> <br /> -Well, unless he's hiding in the Old City, I don't know how the Minister in charge of Jerusalem could be concerned? If I may say.<br /> <br /> -Well, in this particular case, I'll wear my other hat, as Minister of Diaspora, replies Ben.<br /> <br /> Aaron looks skeptical.<br /> <br /> -I understand that you might not wish to, and that you are not compelled to share the whereabouts of your operatives, but you might be interested to know where this is going, at least from our end. We're all working together after all.<br /> <br /> Arron remains unmoved as Ben stands up to grab a file bearing the Knesset's logo.<br /> <br /> -In a few weeks, a group a people, with all kinds of agendas, will get together to study what composes our population. As you might well understand, this will steer controversy within as well as outside of our borders.<br /> <br /> Aaron grabs the document to look it over.<br /> <br /> -Our administration, has a clear view on this and on the policies regarding Aliyah. Which is status quo, at least in terms of quotas! We have enough enemies at the gate, to start creating further dissension within.<br /> <br /> -Ok, but I still don't understand how my agency or one of my operatives could be of any assistance or interest to you, or this future commission?<br /> <br /> Ben sits back at his chair, pulls an electronic cigarette from his jacket's pocket and starts puffing.<br /> <br /> -Are you familiar with the myth of the Khazars?<br /> <br /> -Vaguely, I remember reading something about it.<br /> <br /> -Well, it appears that our friend Uri has not only read something about it, but fully embraced the theory.<br /> <br /> -What do you mean?<br /> <br /> -We also have our network, independent of your services, based on civilians and charity groups...<br /> <br /> -Yes, please cut to the chase, we are well aware of these networks...<br /> <br /> Zimmer sounds a little annoyed by his guest's tone and adopts a patronizing one.<br /> <br /> -Well, these networks, which you're apparently familiar with, have reported to us, that a man, fitting the profile of Mr. Yatom, has been digging deep into his family roots, sending all sorts of alarms...<br /> <br /> Aaron cuts him off abruptly.<br /> <br /> -You have a mole in Mossad!<br /> <br /> -A mole? As I mentioned earlier Mr. Hanin, we're all working together on this and as far I understand, Mossad is part of this administration.<br /> <br /> -We serve Israel, not a particular party or a particular policy. With all due respect, you are here today in this office, Mr. Zimmer, but tomorrow it'll be someone else, with a different agenda, but we'll still be at our post... We can't swing with the wind.<br /> <br /> Zimmer leans forward, getting closer to Aaron.<br /> <br /> -Listen Aaroon, we came to you because we know that you have your own grievances with the way things have been working at Mossad recently, and before changes are made, at the top, we want to make sure of who we want to work with...<br /> <br /> ====DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE, BERN====<br /> <br /> [[Carla]] is sitting at her desk on an early Monday morning. Her boss, a woman in her late 50s, knocks at her door left ajar, then enters.<br /> <br /> -Hi Carla... Good to see you back. How do you feel?<br /> <br /> -Great. Thanks. Had a fantastic week and weekend. Feel like new.<br /> <br /> -Listen, about Moscow... You know we'll have to talk about this.<br /> <br /> -Yes, tell me when.<br /> <br /> -Well, I'm not sure why but I'm not going to be involved. You will be called directly by the Palace, I believe later today.<br /> <br /> -Wow.<br /> <br /> -Yes and in the meantime, I have been asked to relieve you from the ZIB and all files related to Nikitin.<br /> <br /> -Well, I was kind of expecting this... But just to know, who is this coming from?<br /> <br /> -The Federal Counsel.<br /> <br /> -Ok... So what should I do in the meantime...<br /> <br /> -For the rest of the day, just maybe transfer everything you have and maybe write a short report.<br /> <br /> -To who?<br /> <br /> -To me for now.<br /> <br /> ====DECK OF THE SHIP, STRAIGHT OF GIBRALTAR====<br /> <br /> [[Uri]] looks at the lights of Tarifa, Spain, as the cargo ship '''Orama''' on which he sails passes the straight into the Atlantic Ocean.<br /> <br /> ====CLIPPER ROUTE, SOMEWHERE IN THE INDIAN OCEAN====<br /> <br /> Uri sits at a makeshift picnic table set on deck of the ship. He wrote the first letter, '''C''', but stares at the layers of clouds in search of inspiration. An Eastbound plane leaves a long trail in the sky. Uri starts [[Uri's letter to Carla|writing]].<br /> <br /> <br /> [[CCTV|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[One Night in Bangkok|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.009]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.009]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=ISO_3166&diff=4734 2015-12-11T23:26:19Z

<p>Pam: /* DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE, BERN */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''We left Uri and Carla in a Brig hotel room after he stepped out of the Orient Express on which Najwa and Alexander were also traveling.<br /> <br /> ''Back in Jerusalem, Aron who has been notified about Uri's whereabouts from US intelligence, is now confronted by politician with a clear agenda.<br /> <br /> ''In Bern, Carla has been pulled from the Nikitin files and is now being summoned by the Federal Counsel. <br /> <br /> ''Uri is seeking extreme measures to elude all who are tracking him. <br /> <br /> [[CCTV|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[One Night in Bangkok|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> {{<br /> #display_map:51.524722, -0.111944; 31.7801929, 35.2012948; 46.9448311, 7.4426041; 35.93733, -5.55388<br /> | service=openlayers<br /> | layers=osm-mapnik, osm-cyclemap<br /> |zoom=4<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ====DAWN, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> The yellow striped red van carefully pulls back to dock at gate 17. Two Royal Mail employees&amp;mdash;one leaning on his Pallet jack's handle, the other taking advantage of the open gate to smoke a cigarette&amp;mdash;and a supervisor, wait for the driver to open the van's back door. Inside, a wooden box is securely strapped to a pallet.<br /> <br /> ====MAIN SORTING ROOM, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A loud rumbling noise echoes throughout the facility as letters tumble inside a gigantic drum called the ''Segragator''. The supervisor take pictures as the two employees cut the metal straps then dismantle the wooden box which has been lowered next to an oversize sorting table. The crews of experienced [http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sorter#Noun sorters] which has been assembled by management for the unusual task are fascinated as they discover the rusty trunk. The supervisor moves in to lift the lid. The trunk is filled with letters, most of them intact.<br /> <br /> One by one, the content of the trunk is carefully laid out on the table and each letter is photographed&amp;mdash;recto/verso. The letters are then placed in a different section on the table according to their [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-1_alpha-2 country code]. As all mail should be destined to Australia&amp;mdash;the [[The_Zytglogge_Mission#DAY.2C_GULF_OF_ADEN.2C_ARABIAN_SEA|sunken ship]] was bound for Melbourne&amp;mdash;letters are sorted by addressers. The first section handles the UK and Europe excluding Russia; another, The United States and Canada; a third one, the rest of the Americas and Africa; a fourth one for Asia excluding Russia; and finally the fifth section for the ex-USSR and for [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-3 countries which have disappeared].<br /> <br /> ====SORTING TABLE, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> The sorter responsible for section 5 pulls out a letter emanating from [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C3%B6nigsberg Königsberg], Prussia.<br /> <br /> -Prussia! Isn't that Germany? Shouldn't it go to section 1.<br /> <br /> -Well where in Prussia, could also be Poland, answers the sorter at section 1.<br /> <br /> -Königsberg, sounds German to me...<br /> <br /> -That's Kaliningrad. The Russians kept that parcel of land. Stays in your pile mate.<br /> <br /> ====SECTION 4, SORTING TABLE, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> Now that all the mail has been sorted by global regions, each section labels its letters according to their new country code. The sorter at section 4 pulls one out.<br /> <br /> -I got one here on that said Palestine, but with the Queen's face on the stamp.<br /> <br /> -What city? asks the man at section 1, who seems to be the most knowledgeable.<br /> <br /> -Avhayil...<br /> <br /> -Avhayil? No idea. What's the name?<br /> <br /> -[[Isabella|Isabella Altaras]], Avihayil Moshav, Avhayil, Palestine.<br /> <br /> -Show me.<br /> <br /> The man from section 1 hands [[Isabella's_letter_to_Anastasio|the letter]] to the one from section 4 who reads out loud.<br /> <br /> -Avihayil Moshav... That's like a Kibbutz. [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-2:IL IL].<br /> <br /> ====PRIME MINISTER'S OFFICES, JERUSALEM====<br /> <br /> [[Aaron]] is mulling over his thoughts, standing by a window overlooking the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wohl_Rose_Park Rose Park], when enters a man in his early forties.<br /> <br /> -Mr. Hanin. Thanks for coming to meet me. [[Ben|Ben Zimmer]], says the man as he shakes Aaron's hand.<br /> <br /> -Pleasure to meet you.<br /> <br /> -Can I get you something?<br /> <br /> -No, that will good. I just had a quick lunch.<br /> <br /> -Yes, sorry I couldn't free myself earlier, we had a Cabinet meeting. Please sit.<br /> <br /> The two men sit in the office's lounge area.<br /> <br /> -So, how can I help you, Mr. Zimmer.<br /> <br /> -Well, let me go straight to the point. Uri Yatom, as I understand, one of your top men, has run Awol.<br /> <br /> Aaron hesitates a moment.<br /> <br /> -Well, unless he's hiding in the Old City, I don't know how the Minister in charge of Jerusalem could be concerned? If I may say.<br /> <br /> -Well, in this particular case, I'll wear my other hat, as Minister of Diaspora, replies Ben.<br /> <br /> Aaron looks skeptical.<br /> <br /> -I understand that you might not wish to, and that you are not compelled to share the whereabouts of your operatives, but you might be interested to know where this is going, at least from our end. We're all working together after all.<br /> <br /> Arron remains unmoved as Ben stands up to grab a file bearing the Knesset's logo.<br /> <br /> -In a few weeks, a group a people, with all kinds of agendas, will get together to study what composes our population. As you might well understand, this will steer controversy within as well as outside of our borders.<br /> <br /> Aaron grabs the document to look it over.<br /> <br /> -Our administration, has a clear view on this and on the policies regarding Aliyah. Which is status quo, at least in terms of quotas! We have enough enemies at the gate, to start creating further dissension within.<br /> <br /> -Ok, but I still don't understand how my agency or one of my operatives could be of any assistance or interest to you, or this future commission?<br /> <br /> Ben sits back at his chair, pulls an electronic cigarette from his jacket's pocket and starts puffing.<br /> <br /> -Are you familiar with the myth of the Khazars?<br /> <br /> -Vaguely, I remember reading something about it.<br /> <br /> -Well, it appears that our friend Uri has not only read something about it, but fully embraced the theory.<br /> <br /> -What do you mean?<br /> <br /> -We also have our network, independent of your services, based on civilians and charity groups...<br /> <br /> -Yes, please cut to the chase, we are well aware of these networks...<br /> <br /> Zimmer sounds a little annoyed by his guest's tone and adopts a patronizing one.<br /> <br /> -Well, these networks, which you're apparently familiar with, have reported to us, that a man, fitting the profile of Mr. Yatom, has been digging deep into his family roots, sending all sorts of alarms...<br /> <br /> Aaron cuts him off abruptly.<br /> <br /> -You have a mole in Mossad!<br /> <br /> -A mole? As I mentioned earlier Mr. Hanin, we're all working together on this and as far I understand, Mossad is part of this administration.<br /> <br /> -We serve Israel, not a particular party or a particular policy. With all due respect, you are here today in this office, Mr. Zimmer, but tomorrow it'll be someone else, with a different agenda, but we'll still be at our post... We can't swing with the wind.<br /> <br /> Zimmer leans forward, getting closer to Aaron.<br /> <br /> -Listen Aaroon, we came to you because we know that you have your own grievances with the way things have been working at Mossad recently, and before changes are made, at the top, we want to make sure of who we want to work with...<br /> <br /> ====DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE, BERN====<br /> <br /> [[Carla]] is sitting at her desk on an early Monday morning. Her boss, a woman in her late 50s, knocks at her door left ajar, then enters.<br /> <br /> -Hi Carla... Good to see you back. How do you feel?<br /> <br /> -Great. Thanks. Had a fantastic week and weekend. Feel like new.<br /> <br /> -Listen, about Moscow... You know we'll have to talk about this.<br /> <br /> -Yes, tell me when.<br /> <br /> -Well, I'm not sure why but I'm not going to be involved. You will be called directly by the Palace, I believe later today.<br /> <br /> -Wow.<br /> <br /> -Yes and in the meantime, I have been asked to relieve you from the ZIC and all files related to Nikitin.<br /> <br /> -Well, I was kind of expecting this... But just to know, who is this coming from?<br /> <br /> -The Federal Counsel.<br /> <br /> -Ok... So what should I do in the meantime...<br /> <br /> -For the rest of the day, just maybe transfer everything you have and maybe write a short report.<br /> <br /> -To who?<br /> <br /> -To me for now.<br /> <br /> ====DECK OF THE SHIP, STRAIGHT OF GIBRALTAR====<br /> <br /> [[Uri]] looks at the lights of Tarifa, Spain, as the cargo ship '''Orama''' on which he sails passes the straight into the Atlantic Ocean.<br /> <br /> ====CLIPPER ROUTE, SOMEWHERE IN THE INDIAN OCEAN====<br /> <br /> Uri sits at a makeshift picnic table set on deck of the ship. He wrote the first letter, '''C''', but stares at the layers of clouds in search of inspiration. An Eastbound plane leaves a long trail in the sky. Uri starts [[Uri's letter to Carla|writing]].<br /> <br /> <br /> [[CCTV|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[One Night in Bangkok|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.009]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.009]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=ISO_3166&diff=4733 2015-12-11T23:24:27Z

<p>Pam: /* PRIME MINISTER'S OFFICES, JERUSALEM */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''We left Uri and Carla in a Brig hotel room after he stepped out of the Orient Express on which Najwa and Alexander were also traveling.<br /> <br /> ''Back in Jerusalem, Aron who has been notified about Uri's whereabouts from US intelligence, is now confronted by politician with a clear agenda.<br /> <br /> ''In Bern, Carla has been pulled from the Nikitin files and is now being summoned by the Federal Counsel. <br /> <br /> ''Uri is seeking extreme measures to elude all who are tracking him. <br /> <br /> [[CCTV|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[One Night in Bangkok|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> {{<br /> #display_map:51.524722, -0.111944; 31.7801929, 35.2012948; 46.9448311, 7.4426041; 35.93733, -5.55388<br /> | service=openlayers<br /> | layers=osm-mapnik, osm-cyclemap<br /> |zoom=4<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ====DAWN, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> The yellow striped red van carefully pulls back to dock at gate 17. Two Royal Mail employees&amp;mdash;one leaning on his Pallet jack's handle, the other taking advantage of the open gate to smoke a cigarette&amp;mdash;and a supervisor, wait for the driver to open the van's back door. Inside, a wooden box is securely strapped to a pallet.<br /> <br /> ====MAIN SORTING ROOM, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A loud rumbling noise echoes throughout the facility as letters tumble inside a gigantic drum called the ''Segragator''. The supervisor take pictures as the two employees cut the metal straps then dismantle the wooden box which has been lowered next to an oversize sorting table. The crews of experienced [http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sorter#Noun sorters] which has been assembled by management for the unusual task are fascinated as they discover the rusty trunk. The supervisor moves in to lift the lid. The trunk is filled with letters, most of them intact.<br /> <br /> One by one, the content of the trunk is carefully laid out on the table and each letter is photographed&amp;mdash;recto/verso. The letters are then placed in a different section on the table according to their [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-1_alpha-2 country code]. As all mail should be destined to Australia&amp;mdash;the [[The_Zytglogge_Mission#DAY.2C_GULF_OF_ADEN.2C_ARABIAN_SEA|sunken ship]] was bound for Melbourne&amp;mdash;letters are sorted by addressers. The first section handles the UK and Europe excluding Russia; another, The United States and Canada; a third one, the rest of the Americas and Africa; a fourth one for Asia excluding Russia; and finally the fifth section for the ex-USSR and for [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-3 countries which have disappeared].<br /> <br /> ====SORTING TABLE, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> The sorter responsible for section 5 pulls out a letter emanating from [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C3%B6nigsberg Königsberg], Prussia.<br /> <br /> -Prussia! Isn't that Germany? Shouldn't it go to section 1.<br /> <br /> -Well where in Prussia, could also be Poland, answers the sorter at section 1.<br /> <br /> -Königsberg, sounds German to me...<br /> <br /> -That's Kaliningrad. The Russians kept that parcel of land. Stays in your pile mate.<br /> <br /> ====SECTION 4, SORTING TABLE, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> Now that all the mail has been sorted by global regions, each section labels its letters according to their new country code. The sorter at section 4 pulls one out.<br /> <br /> -I got one here on that said Palestine, but with the Queen's face on the stamp.<br /> <br /> -What city? asks the man at section 1, who seems to be the most knowledgeable.<br /> <br /> -Avhayil...<br /> <br /> -Avhayil? No idea. What's the name?<br /> <br /> -[[Isabella|Isabella Altaras]], Avihayil Moshav, Avhayil, Palestine.<br /> <br /> -Show me.<br /> <br /> The man from section 1 hands [[Isabella's_letter_to_Anastasio|the letter]] to the one from section 4 who reads out loud.<br /> <br /> -Avihayil Moshav... That's like a Kibbutz. [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-2:IL IL].<br /> <br /> ====PRIME MINISTER'S OFFICES, JERUSALEM====<br /> <br /> [[Aaron]] is mulling over his thoughts, standing by a window overlooking the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wohl_Rose_Park Rose Park], when enters a man in his early forties.<br /> <br /> -Mr. Hanin. Thanks for coming to meet me. [[Ben|Ben Zimmer]], says the man as he shakes Aaron's hand.<br /> <br /> -Pleasure to meet you.<br /> <br /> -Can I get you something?<br /> <br /> -No, that will good. I just had a quick lunch.<br /> <br /> -Yes, sorry I couldn't free myself earlier, we had a Cabinet meeting. Please sit.<br /> <br /> The two men sit in the office's lounge area.<br /> <br /> -So, how can I help you, Mr. Zimmer.<br /> <br /> -Well, let me go straight to the point. Uri Yatom, as I understand, one of your top men, has run Awol.<br /> <br /> Aaron hesitates a moment.<br /> <br /> -Well, unless he's hiding in the Old City, I don't know how the Minister in charge of Jerusalem could be concerned? If I may say.<br /> <br /> -Well, in this particular case, I'll wear my other hat, as Minister of Diaspora, replies Ben.<br /> <br /> Aaron looks skeptical.<br /> <br /> -I understand that you might not wish to, and that you are not compelled to share the whereabouts of your operatives, but you might be interested to know where this is going, at least from our end. We're all working together after all.<br /> <br /> Arron remains unmoved as Ben stands up to grab a file bearing the Knesset's logo.<br /> <br /> -In a few weeks, a group a people, with all kinds of agendas, will get together to study what composes our population. As you might well understand, this will steer controversy within as well as outside of our borders.<br /> <br /> Aaron grabs the document to look it over.<br /> <br /> -Our administration, has a clear view on this and on the policies regarding Aliyah. Which is status quo, at least in terms of quotas! We have enough enemies at the gate, to start creating further dissension within.<br /> <br /> -Ok, but I still don't understand how my agency or one of my operatives could be of any assistance or interest to you, or this future commission?<br /> <br /> Ben sits back at his chair, pulls an electronic cigarette from his jacket's pocket and starts puffing.<br /> <br /> -Are you familiar with the myth of the Khazars?<br /> <br /> -Vaguely, I remember reading something about it.<br /> <br /> -Well, it appears that our friend Uri has not only read something about it, but fully embraced the theory.<br /> <br /> -What do you mean?<br /> <br /> -We also have our network, independent of your services, based on civilians and charity groups...<br /> <br /> -Yes, please cut to the chase, we are well aware of these networks...<br /> <br /> Zimmer sounds a little annoyed by his guest's tone and adopts a patronizing one.<br /> <br /> -Well, these networks, which you're apparently familiar with, have reported to us, that a man, fitting the profile of Mr. Yatom, has been digging deep into his family roots, sending all sorts of alarms...<br /> <br /> Aaron cuts him off abruptly.<br /> <br /> -You have a mole in Mossad!<br /> <br /> -A mole? As I mentioned earlier Mr. Hanin, we're all working together on this and as far I understand, Mossad is part of this administration.<br /> <br /> -We serve Israel, not a particular party or a particular policy. With all due respect, you are here today in this office, Mr. Zimmer, but tomorrow it'll be someone else, with a different agenda, but we'll still be at our post... We can't swing with the wind.<br /> <br /> Zimmer leans forward, getting closer to Aaron.<br /> <br /> -Listen Aaroon, we came to you because we know that you have your own grievances with the way things have been working at Mossad recently, and before changes are made, at the top, we want to make sure of who we want to work with...<br /> <br /> ====DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE, BERN====<br /> <br /> [[Carla]] is sitting at her desk on an early Monday morning. Her boss, a woman in her late 50s, knocks at her door left ajar, then enters.<br /> <br /> -Hi Carla... Good to see you back. How do you feel.<br /> <br /> -Great. Thanks. Had a fantastic week and weekend. Feel like new.<br /> <br /> -Listen, about Moscow... You know we'll have to talk about this.<br /> <br /> -Yes, tell me when.<br /> <br /> -Well, I'm not sure why but I'm not going to be involved. You will be called directly by the Palace, I believe later today.<br /> <br /> -Wow.<br /> <br /> -Yes and in the meantime, I have been asked to relieve you from the ZIC and all files related to Nikitin.<br /> <br /> -Well, I was kind of expecting this... But just to know, who is this coming from?<br /> <br /> -The Federal Counsel.<br /> <br /> -Ok... So what should I do in the meantime...<br /> <br /> -For the rest of the day, just maybe transfer everything you have and maybe write a short report.<br /> <br /> -To who?<br /> <br /> -To me for now.<br /> <br /> ====DECK OF THE SHIP, STRAIGHT OF GIBRALTAR====<br /> <br /> [[Uri]] looks at the lights of Tarifa, Spain, as the cargo ship '''Orama''' on which he sails passes the straight into the Atlantic Ocean.<br /> <br /> ====CLIPPER ROUTE, SOMEWHERE IN THE INDIAN OCEAN====<br /> <br /> Uri sits at a makeshift picnic table set on deck of the ship. He wrote the first letter, '''C''', but stares at the layers of clouds in search of inspiration. An Eastbound plane leaves a long trail in the sky. Uri starts [[Uri's letter to Carla|writing]].<br /> <br /> <br /> [[CCTV|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[One Night in Bangkok|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.009]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.009]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=ISO_3166&diff=4732 2015-12-11T23:22:41Z

<p>Pam: /* PRIME MINISTER'S OFFICES, JERUSALEM */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''We left Uri and Carla in a Brig hotel room after he stepped out of the Orient Express on which Najwa and Alexander were also traveling.<br /> <br /> ''Back in Jerusalem, Aron who has been notified about Uri's whereabouts from US intelligence, is now confronted by politician with a clear agenda.<br /> <br /> ''In Bern, Carla has been pulled from the Nikitin files and is now being summoned by the Federal Counsel. <br /> <br /> ''Uri is seeking extreme measures to elude all who are tracking him. <br /> <br /> [[CCTV|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[One Night in Bangkok|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> {{<br /> #display_map:51.524722, -0.111944; 31.7801929, 35.2012948; 46.9448311, 7.4426041; 35.93733, -5.55388<br /> | service=openlayers<br /> | layers=osm-mapnik, osm-cyclemap<br /> |zoom=4<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> ====DAWN, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> The yellow striped red van carefully pulls back to dock at gate 17. Two Royal Mail employees&amp;mdash;one leaning on his Pallet jack's handle, the other taking advantage of the open gate to smoke a cigarette&amp;mdash;and a supervisor, wait for the driver to open the van's back door. Inside, a wooden box is securely strapped to a pallet.<br /> <br /> ====MAIN SORTING ROOM, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A loud rumbling noise echoes throughout the facility as letters tumble inside a gigantic drum called the ''Segragator''. The supervisor take pictures as the two employees cut the metal straps then dismantle the wooden box which has been lowered next to an oversize sorting table. The crews of experienced [http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sorter#Noun sorters] which has been assembled by management for the unusual task are fascinated as they discover the rusty trunk. The supervisor moves in to lift the lid. The trunk is filled with letters, most of them intact.<br /> <br /> One by one, the content of the trunk is carefully laid out on the table and each letter is photographed&amp;mdash;recto/verso. The letters are then placed in a different section on the table according to their [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-1_alpha-2 country code]. As all mail should be destined to Australia&amp;mdash;the [[The_Zytglogge_Mission#DAY.2C_GULF_OF_ADEN.2C_ARABIAN_SEA|sunken ship]] was bound for Melbourne&amp;mdash;letters are sorted by addressers. The first section handles the UK and Europe excluding Russia; another, The United States and Canada; a third one, the rest of the Americas and Africa; a fourth one for Asia excluding Russia; and finally the fifth section for the ex-USSR and for [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-3 countries which have disappeared].<br /> <br /> ====SORTING TABLE, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> The sorter responsible for section 5 pulls out a letter emanating from [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C3%B6nigsberg Königsberg], Prussia.<br /> <br /> -Prussia! Isn't that Germany? Shouldn't it go to section 1.<br /> <br /> -Well where in Prussia, could also be Poland, answers the sorter at section 1.<br /> <br /> -Königsberg, sounds German to me...<br /> <br /> -That's Kaliningrad. The Russians kept that parcel of land. Stays in your pile mate.<br /> <br /> ====SECTION 4, SORTING TABLE, LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> Now that all the mail has been sorted by global regions, each section labels its letters according to their new country code. The sorter at section 4 pulls one out.<br /> <br /> -I got one here on that said Palestine, but with the Queen's face on the stamp.<br /> <br /> -What city? asks the man at section 1, who seems to be the most knowledgeable.<br /> <br /> -Avhayil...<br /> <br /> -Avhayil? No idea. What's the name?<br /> <br /> -[[Isabella|Isabella Altaras]], Avihayil Moshav, Avhayil, Palestine.<br /> <br /> -Show me.<br /> <br /> The man from section 1 hands [[Isabella's_letter_to_Anastasio|the letter]] to the one from section 4 who reads out loud.<br /> <br /> -Avihayil Moshav... That's like a Kibbutz. [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3166-2:IL IL].<br /> <br /> ====PRIME MINISTER'S OFFICES, JERUSALEM====<br /> <br /> [[Aaron]] is mulling over his thoughts, standing by a window overlooking the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wohl_Rose_Park Rose Park], when enters a man in his early forties.<br /> <br /> -Mr. Hanin. Thanks for coming to meet me. [[Ben|Ben Zimmer]], says the man as he shakes Aaron's hand.<br /> <br /> -Pleasure to meet you.<br /> <br /> -Can I get you something?<br /> <br /> -No, that will good. I just had a quick lunch.<br /> <br /> -Yes, sorry I couldn't free myself earlier, we had a Cabinet meeting. Please sit.<br /> <br /> The two men sit in the office's lounge area.<br /> <br /> -So, how can I help you, Mr. Zimmer.<br /> <br /> -Well, let me go straight to the point. Uri Yatom, as I understand, one of your top men, has run Awol.<br /> <br /> Aaron hesitates a moment.<br /> <br /> -Well, unless he's hiding in the Old City, I don't know how the Minister in charge of Jerusalem could be concerned? If I may say.<br /> <br /> -Well, in this particular case, I'll wear my other hat, as Minister of Diaspora, replies Ben.<br /> <br /> Aaron looks skeptical.<br /> <br /> -I understand that you might not wish to, and that you are not compelled to share the whereabouts of your operatives, but you might be interested to know where this is going, at least from our end. We're all working together after all.<br /> <br /> Arron remains unmoved as Ben stands up to grab a file bearing the Knesset's logo.<br /> <br /> -In a few weeks, a group a people, with all kinds of agendas, will get together to study what composes our population. As you might well understand, this will steer controversy within as well as outside of our borders.<br /> <br /> Aaron grabs the document to look it over.<br /> <br /> -Our administration, has a clear view on this and on the policies regarding Aliyah. Which is status quo, at least in terms of quotas! We have enough enemies at the gate, to start creating further dissension within.<br /> <br /> -Ok, but I still don't understand how my agency or one of my operatives could be of any assistance or interest to you, or this future commission?<br /> <br /> Ben sits back at his chair, pulls an electronic cigarette from his jacket's pocket and starts puffing.<br /> <br /> -Are you familiar with the myth of the Khazars?<br /> <br /> -Vaguely, I remember reading something about it.<br /> <br /> -Well, it appears that our friend Uri has not only read something about it, but fully embraced the theory.<br /> <br /> -What do you mean?<br /> <br /> -We also have our network, independent of your services, based on civilians and charity groups...<br /> <br /> -Yes, please cut to the chase, we are well aware of these networks...<br /> <br /> Zimmer sounds a little annoyed by his guest's tone adopts a patronizing one.<br /> <br /> -Well, these networks, which you're apparently familiar with, have reported to us, that a man, fitting the profile of Mr. Yatom, has been digging deep into his family roots, sending all sorts of alarms...<br /> <br /> Aaron cuts him off abruptly.<br /> <br /> -You have a mole in Mossad!<br /> <br /> -A mole? As I mentioned earlier Mr. Hanin, we're all working together on this and as far I understand, Mossad is part of this administration.<br /> <br /> -We serve Israel, not a particular party or a particular policy. With all due respect, you are here today in this office, Mr. Zimmer, but tomorrow it'll be someone else, with a different agenda, but we'll still be at our post... We can't swing with the wind.<br /> <br /> Zimmer leans forward, getting closer to Aaron.<br /> <br /> -Listen Aaroon, we came to you because we know that you have your own grievances with the way things have been working at Mossad recently, and before changes are made, at the top, we want to make sure of who we want to work with...<br /> <br /> ====DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE, BERN====<br /> <br /> [[Carla]] is sitting at her desk on an early Monday morning. Her boss, a woman in her late 50s, knocks at her door left ajar, then enters.<br /> <br /> -Hi Carla... Good to see you back. How do you feel.<br /> <br /> -Great. Thanks. Had a fantastic week and weekend. Feel like new.<br /> <br /> -Listen, about Moscow... You know we'll have to talk about this.<br /> <br /> -Yes, tell me when.<br /> <br /> -Well, I'm not sure why but I'm not going to be involved. You will be called directly by the Palace, I believe later today.<br /> <br /> -Wow.<br /> <br /> -Yes and in the meantime, I have been asked to relieve you from the ZIC and all files related to Nikitin.<br /> <br /> -Well, I was kind of expecting this... But just to know, who is this coming from?<br /> <br /> -The Federal Counsel.<br /> <br /> -Ok... So what should I do in the meantime...<br /> <br /> -For the rest of the day, just maybe transfer everything you have and maybe write a short report.<br /> <br /> -To who?<br /> <br /> -To me for now.<br /> <br /> ====DECK OF THE SHIP, STRAIGHT OF GIBRALTAR====<br /> <br /> [[Uri]] looks at the lights of Tarifa, Spain, as the cargo ship '''Orama''' on which he sails passes the straight into the Atlantic Ocean.<br /> <br /> ====CLIPPER ROUTE, SOMEWHERE IN THE INDIAN OCEAN====<br /> <br /> Uri sits at a makeshift picnic table set on deck of the ship. He wrote the first letter, '''C''', but stares at the layers of clouds in search of inspiration. An Eastbound plane leaves a long trail in the sky. Uri starts [[Uri's letter to Carla|writing]].<br /> <br /> <br /> [[CCTV|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[One Night in Bangkok|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.009]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.009]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4731 2015-12-11T22:42:14Z

<p>Pam: /* BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. She stands and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers around. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letter under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Orama'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She gets to the greek root of the word: ''ὅραμα'' meaning ''sight'', ''speculation'' or ''ghost''.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue any report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> A moment passes. Jan is now sitting in an arm-chair, next to Carla.<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> Carla, who is still looking away, waits a few seconds then answers.<br /> <br /> -I thinks I pretty much told you everything... We me like 3 or 4 times... 5 actually...He came out of nowhere, saved my life twice. Once in Bern, once in Moscow... We made love... Once I remember, the other I don't... What else can I tell you. <br /> <br /> Jan keeps quiet. Silence remains for a few minutes, until he breaks it.<br /> <br /> -And do you plan on seeing him again?<br /> <br /> -I never planned to see him. It was always him who either appeared out of nowhere set up an appointment.<br /> <br /> -Would you want to see him again? If the possibility arose?<br /> <br /> -Yes. Yes I would.<br /> <br /> -Do you know where he is?<br /> <br /> Carla hesitates a little. Not sure if she should be paranoid or is she's delusional.<br /> <br /> -No. No I don't.<br /> <br /> After another silence, Jan continues.<br /> <br /> -Tell me about your father...<br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4730 2015-12-11T18:47:38Z

<p>Pam: </p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. She stands and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers around. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letter under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Orama'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She gets to the greek root of the word: ''ὅραμα'' meaning ''sight'', ''speculation'' or ''ghost''.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> ====BURGHÖLZLI CLINIC, ZURICH====<br /> <br /> Carla is back at Dr. Jan C. Grulc's office. This time she's leaning on the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Corbusier Corbusier] long chair. Jan is at his desk, looking at her profile.<br /> <br /> -So they think I have hallucinations, that I'm inventing things?<br /> <br /> -Actually, just to clarify things, no one spoke to me or sent me any report about you, nor would I issue a report to a third party. By the end of our sessions, which might continue for an indeterminate period of time, depending on a number of factors, I will write you a note, stipulating that in my opinion, you are ready, or not, to go back to work.<br /> <br /> -So what do you think? I'm I imagining things? Am I crazy?<br /> <br /> -Crazy, in my field, is not really a term we use. Not because it would be derogatory but because it just doesn't mean anything. Like a 3 star chef would be bemused if you'd tell him that his food is tasty.<br /> <br /> Moment...<br /> <br /> -So, would you want to tell me about this man you mentioned during our last session...<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

Pam http://episodia.org/index.php?title=%D0%9F%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BD%D1%86%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B0_%D0%90%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%85&diff=4729 2015-12-11T18:02:40Z

<p>Pam: </p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. She stands and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers around. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letter under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Orama'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She gets to the greek root of the word: ''ὅραμα'' meaning ''sight'', ''speculation'' or ''ghost''.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

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<p>Pam: /* URI'S BATHROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. She stands and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers around. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letter under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> ====BERN-ZURICH TRAIN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Leaning against the train's window, Carla is scrolling down search results for ''Orama'' on her phone.<br /> <br /> She gets to the greek root of the word: ''ὅραμα'' meaning ''sight'', ''speculation'' or ''ghost''.<br /> <br /> She pulls the photograph of Uri from the envelope on the table in front of her and stares at it.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

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<p>Pam: /* URI'S BATHROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. She stands and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers around. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letter under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> -Maybe we go to Pataya.<br /> <br /> -No, I don't wanna go there.<br /> <br /> -Where can we find some here in Bangkok?<br /> <br /> -Maybe Nana Plaza, but I no go there. I not allowed.<br /> <br /> -You're banned?<br /> <br /> -Yes banned.<br /> <br /> -Ok so where else.<br /> <br /> -Patpong... Soi Cowboy...<br /> <br /> Continuing to grimace, Uri nods.<br /> <br /> -Neahh... Don't wanna go to these places either.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

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<p>Pam: /* URI'S ROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. She stands and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers around. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letter under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khmer_people Khmer girl], as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

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<p>Pam: /* URI'S ROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK */</p> <hr /> <div>'''OUTLINE'''<br /> <br /> ''Following 13 years of Labour rule, the Conservatives are about to take back [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parliament_of_the_United_Kingdom Westminster]. Plans to continue privatization initiated under Margaret Thatcher have been announced by the Conservatives during the campaign. Postal votes applications are flowing through the mail system.<br /> <br /> ''[[Carla]] receives the letter from [[Uri]], then questions herself about his existence.<br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> ====WOMEN'S W.C. LONDON CENTRAL MAIL CENTER====<br /> <br /> A dyed blond Royal Mail employee is taking a break at the headquarters's restroom. She cracks the window open, lights up a cigarette and talks to a pair of feet peeping out under a closed door.<br /> <br /> -Bloody windows can't even open properly.<br /> <br /> -You are playing with fire my dear.<br /> <br /> -Who cares, next months we're out anyways...<br /> <br /> The pair of feet turn around and the sound of flushing covers the end of the sentence. The blond lady continues as the noise fades out.<br /> <br /> -So, who are they sending to Israel for the last letter?<br /> <br /> -Well, it should have been Gurav but I guess because of his faith... his apparent faith I should say as I don't really know if he's Muslim, they've decided to send Elliott.<br /> <br /> -Seriously, Elliott... He's a poof.<br /> <br /> Coming out of the booth, the other employee heads for the sink.<br /> <br /> -Well I guess they prefer sending a poof than a Paki as you would say. Anyways, who knows if he's gay, she says looking at herself in the mirror... You're just saying this because he's never responded to your overtures.<br /> <br /> -You can't blame a skirt for trying, but I'm sure he is, answers the blond as she exhales through the half open window... Who wears a buttonhole!<br /> <br /> ====JUNKERNGASSE, BERN, SWITZERLAND====<br /> <br /> Carla locks her bike in front of her building when an old lady walks out the door. She stands and moves out of her way.<br /> <br /> -Good evening Mrs. Mahler.<br /> <br /> -Oh, good evening young lady. I have to go buy butter, for the veal liver steak.<br /> <br /> -But I think the grocery store is closed at this hour.<br /> <br /> -No, no... It's not, I know, I know... answers the old lady with a smile. By the way, the postman dropped a letter in your mailbox this morning.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to contradict the old lady and not really sure as to who of the two is the sanest.<br /> <br /> -Oh, Ok, well thank you and good night.<br /> <br /> ====CARLA'S APARTMENT, BERN====<br /> <br /> Entering her apartment, Carla drops her Frietag bag and keys on the table and sits down to inspect the letter which she just picked up from her mailbox. Baring a British stamp and no return address, she tears it open and finds a short note clipped to a photograph of Uri, standing in front of a ship, in some African port judging from the skin color of the dockers around. She flips over the photograph but sees nothing written other than Fujifilm Quality Thermal Photo Paper. She then reads [[Uri's letter to Carla|the note]], looks back at the photograph, then the note, then the envelope again. She can't read the date on blurry postmark but notices 4 letter under the stamp: BIOT. Intrigued, she looks online and finds a small town in France named Biot but then looks back at the Queen's portrait on the stamp. She scrolls down on her online search to find a more plausible match, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Indian_Ocean_Territory British Indian Ocean Territory]. She locates it on a map and zooms out to realize that this is the most remote place one can imagine. She then looks back the photograph of Uri and notices the name of the ship behind him: '''ORAMA'''.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S ROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> At each pass, the intermittent fan blows the shut blinds onto the open window frame. Uri is leaning on a bed looking through the bathroom door left ajar, where a woman, sitting on the toilet bowl, sees him staring at her.<br /> <br /> -You better look good. Soon soon, you going to sit you too, says [[Po]], a 20 year old Khmer girl, as she stand up to wipe a drop of pee.<br /> <br /> After glancing at herself in the mirror, she gets back in the gloomy room and jumps on the bed next to Uri.<br /> <br /> -I think you not really gay... You a little crazy Canadian man, but I know you like woman. You like me!<br /> <br /> -Maybe I want to be a lesbian!<br /> <br /> -I think you playing. Like a game. I think you hiding... You mystery man.<br /> <br /> Uri pulls Po who sit on top of him. They start making love.<br /> <br /> ====URI'S BATHROOM, BOSTON INN, BANGKOK====<br /> <br /> Po is holding Uri's dick as he's taking a piss, standing in front of the mirror, stretching and raising his face's skin, pouching his lips, seeking a quintessential feminine look.<br /> <br /> -I don't want you to cut your dick, says Po as she shakes the last drops.<br /> <br /> -Of course I won't... But I need to fix my face... Not sure about this Dr Chat though. Sounds like a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -What's a charlatan.<br /> <br /> -Like a fake doctor... Maybe we should go meet some [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathoey Kathoeys] tonight and ask the ones that look good who did them.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[One Night in Bangkok|&lt;&lt; PREVIOUS EPISODE]] - [[R1a1a|NEXT EPISODE &gt;&gt;]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:Episodes]]<br /> [[Category:The Passengers|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:Follow the Money|1.011]]<br /> [[Category:The Age of Nujood (2010- )]]</div>

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