Thursday, August 27, 2015

pissing

Behind the market as Tushinskoye is the railway track and between the two a small garbage filled wood. After an hour’s metro journey and faced with the reality of no public toilets to speak of in this city, I took a quick piss there, up against a fence.
The police rolled up at the perfect moment to catch me in the act and my headphones were not enough to enable me to make good my escape. Pretending I hadn't seen them didn't stop the friendly hand on the shoulder.
“What were you doing?” he asked
“Pissing” I answered, “I'm very sorry, I couldn't find a toilet”
”Aha you're American?”
“British”
“And tell me, do people piss on the street in Britain”
“Maybe, if they can find no toilet, but there are more toilets there, they try not to as I tried not to”
“Come with us”
“Do I really have to? I'm very late for a meeting and I am very sorry, I won't do it again”

But, they had that glint in their eyes, the one that spells foreigner, ergo money. The one doing the talking was my age or so, the quiet one about 25 or so. We rounded the corner to see a police van standing there, a mobile office for the taking of bribes. He opened the door to the back and told the half dozen smoking cops to get out, the young one climbed into the front seat which was separated off by a curtain.
He took out a sheaf of papers and explained that we would have to fill all of these in, and it might take some time. This is the point at which I was expected to suggest we settle it ourselves, in other words a bribe. It was the logical thing to do, it would cost me a few dollars and I'd be away.
But something overly English in me jumped up and thought fuck you and your supercilious extortion racket face. I called the client said I would be late, which was no problem and then set off to Kafka world having done so I said “ok” sat back and said do “what you have to do?”
“I'll need your documents”
“Here they are”
“There are really a lot of papers to fill in”
“That's OK I just cancelled my meeting”
“You could just pay a fine you know”
“And you'll give a  receipt yes?”
.......
“You think it's OK to piss on the street in Russia?”
“People do it all the time, and it was a railway siding anyway”
“And that makes it OK?”
“No, that's why I apologised and promised not to do it again”
“And that makes it OK?”
“That’s really for you to say, being a policeman”
“If you break the law here we can have you sent out of Russia”
“I have a wife and two children, does exiling a father for pissing in a railway siding seem right to you?”
“Why didn't you think of them before you did it”
“I did think of them, then I looked for a toilet, is there one round here?”
.......
Then he spent the next twenty minutes filling in the forms and asking me to translate my documents for him, by this point he's beginning to wish he'd never got involved. I'm being as awkward as possible telling him I have no idea what the documents mean because they are Russian, offering to call my lawyer to see if he can help, I don't have a lawyer, but cop head insists I do no such thing. Then he finishes with the papers.
“Sign here”
“What is it?
“It's a record of the fact that you have been arrested”
“Do you mind if I ask for your name and number before I sign?”
“Why?”
“My lawyer says I should always do that before I sign anything.”
“I don't have to give you my name and number”
“Oh, I'm very sorry but I'll have to call my lawyer then”
“OK, you don't have to sign I have all your details anyway”
“So what happens now?”
“You might have to go to court”
“Will you be there?”
“Why does that matter?”
“In England the arresting officer is always there”
“England is a very civilized country”
“Is Russia not?”
“OK you can go now.”
“Goodbye”

And that's it, what happens next? My wife who's a panicker, thinks I'll go to court, everyone else thinks he'll have thrown the papers out off the window already and taken a vow to avoid awkward bloody Englishmen in the future. I should have paid some stupid bribe really but some idiot pride got in the way or something, maybe even morals, god forbid.

2006
 Never heard anymore of it




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