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- Herausgeber: TUBUK.digital
- Sprache: Englisch
EXIT HERE - TRAPPED IN A WORLD OF HATE AND TERROR - is a thriller about inner and outer freedom and about those who protect it. A dark age has begun. Ever more, the world is dominated by hate, terror, fear and suffering. Free thinking, human rights and democracy are in serious danger of being taken over by retrograde forces of suppression. However, a few courageous, idealistic and compassionate men and women are ready to fight for universal values and human freedom, ready to protect them. It is evident how the power of friendship, bonds and wishes made in another lifetime have remained active from one life to the other, from rebirth to rebirth. These men and women, have the mission of securing the world's freedom and of succeeding to bring this struggle for freedom to a successful close. Their bonds are strong and unbreakable to the point that even death cannot stop them.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
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EXIT HERE
TRAPPED IN A WORLD OF HATE AND TERROR
Thriller
COPYRIGHT
EXIT HERE Copyright©2001 by Buddhismus Stiftung Diamantweg der Karma Kagyü Linie. Issued under the seal of the United States Copyright Office, the Library of Congress. Published by TUBUK digital TUBUK digital is an imprint of Open Publishing Rights GmbH All rights reserved. The work may only be reproduced with permission of the publisher. Cover design: Rafal Olech Font copyright (c) 2003 by Bitstream, Inc. All Rights Reserved. Bitstream Vera is a trademark of Bitstream, Inc. E-book production: Open Publishing GmbH, www.openpublishing.com ISBN: 978-3-95595-057-6 Visit our homepage: www.tubuk-digital.de EXIT HERE is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, event, locals, or any race or religion, is entirely coincidental.www.facebook.com/exit.here.book
DEDICATION
For my Buddhist Teacher, for my Lama, for my Friend, for Lama Ole Nydahl
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
My deepest and heartfelt thanks to all friends on the way who helped to make the realisation of Exit Here possible: Anthony Hopson, Alexander Press, Astrid Ferrara Santamaria, Berno Kuerten, Christa Albrecht, Dmitry Kudinov, Emanuela Agostino, Eva Sencic, Irma Cantoni, Kai Burmeister, Marco Calipari, Mikel Klein, Milena Rimassa, Norbert Wolf, Patricia Press-Schaffrick, Peter Arras, Peter Fasshauer, Renate Schwarz, Rafal Olech, Sigrid Frank, Stephen James, Tanja Boehnke, Thilo Schreiber, Vagid Ragimow, Vanni Ferrara Santamaria, Wojtek Tracewski, Tomek Lehnert, Victor Shmarkovsky & Jakob Sintschnig.
EPIGRAPH
Death is not a problem. The problem is a life without meaning. Lama Ole Nydahl
AUTHOR’S NOTE
EXIT HERE was born as an original idea for a feature film based upon Buddhist teachings about Death, Intermediary State and Rebirth as taught by Lama Ole Nydahl.
EXIT HERE is about freedom and the courage of those who protect it. The aim of the film is to show the audience how to deal with the fear of terrorist attacks, in particular, with the fear of death. Due to 9/11, the movie industry either didn’t want to touch Exit Here or just wasn’t interested in a meaningful, gripping and deeply touching story or it could be that the time wasn’t ripe for it yet. For more than 15 years the feature film project exit here lay idle to resurface like a phoenix from its ashes. Now it is available for everyone, everywhere as a thriller and fiction!
Part IA Sticky Affair
1Hostage Taking.
In the summer of 2001, Elista the capital city of the Republic of Kalmykia, Russia, is still characterized by the decay of Soviet-built institutions.
Old-fashioned clothing and buildings unveil life in the south of Russia. Children are playing and laughing in the street in front of the big iron door of a dilapidated three-story school. A nine-year old boy called Ivan pulls at the pigtail of a blond girl named Sveta. She starts crying. The boy approaches her apologetically and hands her some American chewing gum. She stops crying and accepts it with a smile.
A bell rings and a friendly woman, the headmistress, opens the iron door. The schoolchildren run into the building heading for the second floor.
Eight men with dark-bearded faces wrap camouflage scarves around their heads to conceal their identity. They sit in the back of a truck and load their Kalashnikovs. The truck passes the Buddhist Stupa in Elista. One of the dark bearded faces points his gun at the Stupa and hisses:
“Idols. I’ll blow it up.”
The one beside him raises his Kalashnikov:
“Later. God is great.”
The headmistress still stands by the door. A young woman crosses the street and approaches her. They shake hands. The headmistress smiles at the young woman:
“Let's meet with the children and the other teachers. They’re waiting for us in the main hall upstairs.”
The young woman hesitates. The headmistress takes the young woman's hand:
“Don't worry. The children are great. You’ll get along fine with them.”
The street in front of the school is silent and empty now, the iron door creaks in the wind. The muzzle of a Kalashnikov appears around the edge of the door followed by seven dark-bearded faces wrapped in camouflage scarves.
2Strawberry Fields Forever.
Russian rock music blasts from the radio of a modest apartment of the Plattenbauten – a large-panel system building in the outskirts of St. Petersburg, the second largest city in Russia.
It is 6:00 in the morning. There are cigarette butts overflowing from an ashtray on the table in the simple living room as well as several empty vodka bottles, half eaten watermelons in the garbage-can in the kitchen, evidence of a wild birthday party the night before.
Two young athletically built men, Sergey and Andrey, are arm wrestling. Sasha and Dmitry, the same type of men turn their heads as an older man named Yuri steps into the room smoking a cigarette and smiling.
Yuri is a medium-sized man, has dark hair and alert bright blue eyes. He wears a tight black t-shirt with an American slogan and black jeans. The t-shirt shows his muscular chest and strong arms. Sergey wins the arm wrestling match. Andrey is a bit embarrassed and jokingly looks up at Yuri:
“Commander, it’s unbelievable, your training methods have really helped. This child has become bloody strong.”
Yuri grins broadly: “Or you just had a glass too many.”
The others laugh. Kirill rubs a deep scar on his neck while Mikhail puts out his cigarette and grabs a guitar. Mikhail asks looking at Sergey:
“What shall I play for you then?”
Sergey, happy to celebrate his birthday with all his friends and his commander answers:
“What about Strawberry fields forever?”
Mikhail agrees pensively:
“Hmmm, an old Beatles’ song. Why not?”
Mikhail starts playing the song.
3A World of Terror.
The sun sets over London, the capital city of England and the most populated city in the United Kingdom with a metropolitan area of over 13 million inhabitants.
The sun setting creates a range of the most beautiful shades of red and the big windows of the stately home at Oxford street appear to be golden.
The entrance of the building is decorated with a brass sign engraved with FireWorks International. Inside of the building on the first floor a young editor of the private television broadcasting FireWorks International is looking at the footage of The Rich & Famous together with a young woman.
It’s the celebration of an international music award in Los Angeles. White limousines drive up in front of the celebration building. The doors of a limousine open. A woman gets out. She is wearing a transparent dress.
A finger, adorned with a beautiful ring belonging to Alba Smith, an Italian-American woman in her late twenties points at the monitor. Her intense green eyes have the same intense green colour as the precious emerald of her ring. She addresses the young editor:
“Vincent, look at her! Do you know how old she is?”
Vincent amusedly answers:
“She looks like she’s 30. But she can’t be. I know that she’s been in the business for some time already.”
Alba makes a comment about the star:
“I think she looks better than ever. At least on the screen. She’s 55 actually.”
Vincent freezes the picture, although Alba continues with her comment:
“She’s living proof that expensive plastic surgery and a lot of hard work in the gym help you look young. Doesn’t she look ageless?”
Vincent pretends to be indignant:
“You may call it ageless! I think she looks like a caricature of herself when she was 30.”
A noise in the back makes Alba turn around.
In the doorway stands Cynthia Broccoli, the head of FireWorks International. She is in her late forties and wearing a provocative party dress. Cynthia edges herself into the conversation saying:
“Ageless? She spends a fortune to look like that.”
Alba who did not expect to see her boss in the TV studio looks at Cynthia puzzled: “What are you doing here? Is the party over?”
Cynthia answers that the party was quite boring and complains that her dress was not appreciated.
Alba reassures Cynthia that her new look is gorgeous and asks: “It's Vandani. Isn't it? It must have cost a fortune.”
Cynthia smiles, looks down at her dress and nods: “Well, Richard bought it for me. He likes me wearing clothes like these“. Cynthia turns around to the frozen picture on the screen saying: “We are more or less the same age. Maybe I should start to have plastic surgery as well”.
Cynthia looks at Alba puzzled. Alba does not react. Cynthia changes the subject:
“Anyway, I am not here for that. Steven had a car-accident. He’s in hospital.” Alba is concerned:
“Anything serious?” “No, fortunately not. A few bruises and a mild concussion. It means he can't fly in case there has been any damage to the blood vessels in his brain.”
Alba looks at Cynthia slightly irritatedly and asks:
“Fly where?”
“To Edinburgh. Steven was due to go to an international anti-terrorism experts meeting. Only a few journalists have been invited to participate.”
Alba nervously replies: “I still have to finish The Rich & Famous. I need to do the interviews with Harry Rocky and Count Carrano. I’m flying to New York tomorrow to see them.”
Cynthia sternly says to Alba: “You’d better cancel your flight until after the meeting in Edinburgh.“
Alba sighs and says: “Cynthia, you know how difficult it was to get time to interview those people.”
“Yes, I know. Well, Major Jefferson is Steven's contact. He’s the leader of the American delegation. He’s agreed to provide you with the missing information which Steven needed for A World of Terror. I can't send anybody else now.”
Alba insists: “You know that I’m not prepared for anything like this!”
Cynthia does not answer to Alba’s objection and instead hands Alba an envelope:
“Here’s a short briefing and your ticket.”
Alba indignantly states:
“I have never had anything to do with the world of terror and besides, it’s my mother’s 60th birthday tomorrow. You know I don’t see her so often because she lives in New York. Look!”
Alba takes a mobile phone from her handbag: “I was going to give her this present. It is her first mobile phone.”
“I’m sorry Alba, but you know how things are sometimes.”
In the background there is a loud bang. Alba jumps. Champagne bottles are being opened.
Cynthia turns around and walks out of the office.
Vincent apologises and freezes the footage tape once more.
4Slippery Like A Snake.
Sergey’s mother, who is about 50 years old, comes in with a huge plate of fried potatoes and fish. She puts it on the table and listens to the last bars of the song. Her face brightens up and smiles at Mikhail:
“How wonderful. I first heard this song when I was once in the West with Sergey’s father. Nine months later Sergey was born”.
Sasha is looking at Yuri trying to be serious: “Commander, that means you are going to have to be careful. Stay away from the blondes.”
Sergey curiously asks:
“Commander, are you going abroad?”
Kirill grins at Sergey: “Your commander has been invited to Scotland to report to an international conference. He has to tell them how strong you’ve become!” Sergey seriously inquires: “Is that true?” Yuri answers with a twinkle in his eyes: “Actually, Kirill is right. I am going to talk to them about our Motherland’s contribution to their security.” Yuri clears his throat and rests his arms on the table:
“Ladies and gentlemen, instead of my speech on behalf of the Russian parliament and our president I have to inform you that we are in fact trapped in a very difficult situation. One very dangerous individual is amongst us. He’s slippery like a snake, and we never know where he is. When he has trapped you, you have no chance to get out alive.”
Sasha joins Yuri by saying: “That’s it. It's all over. We may as well prepare to die.” Sergey, still very earnest, addresses his commander: “But Captain, you have never been defeated! And none of your men have ever died. How can you talk like this?”
Yuri shakes his head and now talks about his genuine concern:
“Well, he really is one of the most difficult little toads to catch.”
A guitar string breaks. Mikhail looks up. His eyes meet Dmitry’s eyes. Dmitry expressionlessly remarks:
“Ali.”
Yuri’s eyes become ice-cold for an instant then he laughs:
“No, that’s Sergey!”
The men turn to Sergey and slap him on the back laughing. Sergey is embarrassed but flattered at the same time. Yuri pacifies: “Luckily for us he has recently joined Spetsnaz. Those terrorists don't stand a chance. Okay, the conference is over. Let Sergey get to work.” There’s much applause from Yuri’s men. Yuri grins, grabs Sergey by the shoulder, brings him to his feet and hugs him warmly. The men thank Sergey’s mother for the food and start to eat. Yuri’s pager beeps. He gets up, walks to the phone and dials a number:
“Hello, this is Captain Sokolov speaking. Yes, Sir. Immediately.” Yuri hangs up and turns to his men:
