| Massacre
of the Caravan
The caravan of the “Diamond Ace” is one of the most terrifying
events that happened in the country for the last fifty years.
Unofficial investigation data has it that the caravan was to blame
for the disappearance of over one hundred young people. Of sixteen
murders the caravan was accused and found guilty, and there is
suspicion of them being the weapon for carrying out another thirty
four murders. This hellish team floated to the surface somewhere
on the outskirts of the Tarunian area and traveled for four hundred
kilometers down the middle of our country, taking lives as they
went. Some people were killed and many disappeared never to be
seen again. The strategists of the governmental secret services
made several mistakes for some unknown reason and the Caravan
managed to escape a number of times, just to appear somewhere
else spontaneously. It was on September the 14th that the Caravan
was caught and massacred near Orv.
What was really so horrible about the Caravan (or the “Family
of the Diamond Ace” as they called themselves)? If we were to
compile all the rumors and doubtful reports, we could imagine
that they were either some vile demons or death cultists. “The
Pointless Diversion of Hell”, “The Clockwork Scarecrows”, “The
Scrappy Cannibals” – such nicknames and bold headlines provoked
the nonsense of the rumors. Reality, in fact, was more prosaic,
but no less horrible. Apparently, it was quite a large (500 creatures,
600 with figurines according to some sources) roaming circus.
They left no one handsome or talented child anywhere they went.
Their method was as follows: having arrived in some settlement
(always at night, just before dawn), they would put their carts
in a circle, make camps and some disintegrating stage; in the
morning, they would make a performance for children: female singers’
songs, the clown jokes, the somersaulting dogs, cats that could
guess numbers and master gymnasts – all these were present. However,
while the children were watching the performance, they were being
watched from behind the scrappy curtains by dozens of keen eyes.
They were out to spot the pretty, the talented, and these eyes
would remember them.
After the morning performance, the happy children would return
home and sleep happily in their cozy beds, dreaming about circus
life and tomorrow’s performance. Meanwhile the settlement would
be bustling about the forbidden circus program – the “Macabre
Theatre”, and of course the town would go and see it. Ones that
came at night would see the circus opening different carts to
the ones they opened in the morning and they would be shown just
the same tricks that were for the children, but always with a
touch of lechery and cruelty. Moreover, they had freaks that they
called “figurines” and would secretly exhibit in a separate pavilion
for a separate price.
While the adults were watching the show, the acrobats of the circus
would kidnap the children noticed during the day and leave behind
freaks instead. The stolen children were integrated into the satanic
system of the caravan to become all sorts of artists, athletes,
clowns and prostitutes. Along with the children they would take
the belongings of their parents. The acrobats were often accompanied
by heavyweights and strong men, so that in case some parents didn’t
go to see the show, they would be tortured and killed.
The reprisal against the caravan was terrible. The punishing measures
taken were unparalleled in roughness for our humanist time. The
population, however, having been warmed up by all sorts of slogans
and theme publications, was rejoicing. It was the first time that
the people were prepared to praise the authorities and establish
granite monuments in memory of secret service generals. The gymnasts,
heavyweights, animal trainers along with the animals and the innocent
freaks were killed instantly. The directors of the caravan were
taken prisoner for interrogation, but they behaved at the interrogation
sessions in just the same way they did on stage, so they became
subject to awful torture and beating. Many of the clowns didn’t
live to see the trial. Any who survived were given the death penalty.
After that there was a whole wave of repression against free artistry
– those inspired by the government and ones performed by the people.
Many innocent people suffered. Many had to leave their risky profession
and conceal their past. For a few years free artistry was declared
out of the law and driven underground. Even the innocent tricks
with juggling became forbidden entertainment, being a reminiscence
of the dark events.
Any interest for talented children aroused suspicion; as the interrogations
showed, the interest for them of the Family of the Diamond Ace
was absolutely pathologic – they couldn’t conceal this passion
even being threatened with death. Perhaps Anna Heart, (nicknamed
Anna Angel) who arrived in the town not long ago, has nothing
to do with the Caravan, but when she came, she settled with some
orphan girl named Vera Verbah, whose father died during the war
and the mother died during the first outbreak of the plague. Vera
took her in, welcomed her in her lonesome house, but soon after,
she disappeared. Now she’s gone and Anna lives in her house and
wears her hair. Why would she need false hair? And others too…
sometimes they act as if they fear the revelation of their secrets.
All this is loathsome forgery, lie and hypocrisy! How is it that
everyone pretending to be someone else, why is nobody daring to
say the truth about themselves? Substituted children, deceived
audience, names, forever forgotten… Stolen actors put on vivid
masks play other people’s roles, playing with the puppet threads
without even the shade of embarrassment! Sham and plaster casts
are everywhere, mirage instead of truth – how do we fight this?
How do we live with this now?
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“The disease and the drugs were battling within
me and I didn’t know whether to ease my pain or stand it. The antibiotics
temporarily slowed the development of the illness down, but made
me feel worse. Then I had to inject morphine. It took away the pain,
but I felt very sleepy, and I couldn’t waste time or find a safe
place to lie down. Some medicines gave hallucinations…”
Teodor Ganziy "Mor (utopia)" –
interpretation of dreams"
"Strana Igr" #14 (167), July 2004.
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