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This is a work of fiction inspired by real-life events that occurred in 2019. All characters are fictitious creations based on the author’s imagination. All conversations and scenarios are also products of the author’s imagination; any resemblance to actual conversations is purely coincidental. All other resemblances to real-life people, living or dead, are, in this fictitious account, also coincidental. The street names of the actual events in 2019 have already been mentioned elsewhere on this blog, and the author judged that it was not a violation of anyone’s privacy to use the fifth arrondissement for the fictitious setting, given the size of this particular arrondissement. For more about creative content disclaimers, please go to:

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As the weeks went by, Sofie tried to ignore the monsters’ presence, but it was almost impossible because Herbert and Oscar were very loud human monsters.

Sofie also tried to ignore the murmur whenever she passed one or more of the residents in the building. She could conclude that the extreme lies had spread and festered by now.

Human beings – they are hard to live with, but it’s illegal to shoot them!

The crazy lies spread about her in the building by Herbert, Oscar, and Berta had, as before in Denmark, isolated her completely. Trying to reach out to talk some sense into frightened and hateful people had proven futile, as before in Denmark. The people in the building had ignored reality and chosen to be scared of the mentally ill, drug-addicted prostitute!

All they had had to do was Google her name.

But evidently, these particular residents of the fancy Parisian neighborhoods on the Rive Gauche in Paris were too stupid to use Google, as well as much less cultured and educated than they liked to pretend. Because any civilized person will tell a monster to go back to the dark and primitive hole in the ground from which it emerged. Only the most depraved and unintelligent of human beings will believe the words of a monster and collaborate.

The embassy had been a waste of time. Their indifference had been everything Sophie had expected of Danish state employees—overwhelming and absolute. Talking to the French police would be, at best, futile, too. She was a foreign woman in France and not a permanent resident; no one would give a hoot about her here. Her report would be added to the bottom of a stack of when-we-have-the-time-reports.

The worst part was that Sofie knew that if she went missing, no one would look if they were not prompted to do so again and again. And even if prompted, they might never bother. That was one of the huge gaps in European security that no one seemed to want to do anything about, and how hundreds of women went missing every year, never to be found again. The EU was a union, financially, but that was it, no matter how many tunes, flags, and friendly lunches the new nobility enjoyed themselves with.

Sofie learned that the hard way years ago when a young Romanian woman had just vanished, leaving an apartment, all her belongings, a cat, and no information behind. Sofie had tried to get the police to understand that she hadn’t just moved on; she was missing. But it had been to no avail. When an EU woman residing in an EU country other than her own went missing, the police concluded that she had moved on and did nothing.

Sofie knew that if she were killed and the monsters got rid of her body, no one would look for her. She would fall between 2 jurisdictions – France, where she was located, and Denmark. The French wouldn’t look for a foreign non-resident woman, and the police in Denmark would never look because Sofie’s disappearance would make a very dirty deal go away.

Sofie couldn’t go back to Denmark – it was more dangerous than here - and she was reaching the end of her financial means. She knew she had to reach out to make sure someone knew she was here and alive. But just like in Denmark, the lies and madness had probably already spread so far and wide that getting someone to listen would be almost impossible.

Sofie did not exactly have faith in lawyers, but she had to talk to someone who could contact the authorities on her behalf if things got out of hand or she went missing. A lawyer was as good a plan as any she could come up with right now.

“The Unwanted is googling lawyers,” Berta said, looking up from the screen.

“Write down whoever the Unwanted decides to contact so we can get ahead of It, and warn the poor lawyer that It is mentally ill and might hurt him and his employees,” Oscar said.

“Okay.”

“She is still here!” Herbert whined. “Why is she still here and alive? I just want to –“

“Relax, Herbert,” Oscar said. “The Unwanted is resilient; we knew that. It somehow ignores the world around It. But we will find a way around this problem and get It back to Denmark, where we can easily kill It; just relax.”

“But I want her dead! She hurt my feelings! She called me bad things! She asked all those questions! She is planning to kill me! And you said that it would be easy!”

“I know,” Oscar said. “I know, and I am sorry, Herbert. I never saw this coming. But let’s just take it easy and rely on our esteemed French colleagues,” Oscar said, turning to his French friend, Pascal, whom Oscar had met online, finding that they shared beliefs and whom he had counted on to lead them through the French bureaucracy, if necessary. “Is there a way around this? This Unwanted poses a clear and present danger to all Danish public employees, as well as the Danish state. Is there a way to end this with Its suicide, so to speak, here in France?” Oscar asked with his ridiculous and almost unintelligible English accent, which, nevertheless, sounded like Winston Churchill talking in Oscar’s own ears.

“You want to kill that woman and make it look like a suicide?” Pascal asked, somewhat stunned.

“Yes.”

“Well,” Pascal said, trying to find the words and understand what he had become a part of. “It is difficult when she doesn’t have children, works, and is not medicated. And if there’s no history of depression, then suicide out of the blue would seem a bit odd.”

“Then we just say she had a history of depression,” Herbert whined. “We have done that before!”

“Now, now, Herbert, we have to listen. This is not Denmark; things may be different here,” Berta said in a soothing voice. “You really think the French police will waste money investigating an Unwanted’s death? It’s just a thing,” Berta said to Pascal, omitting to speak the French language she thought she knew but actually didn’t because she knew that Oscar and Herbert did not speak French. It was such a shame because Berta would have loved to show off, as she had done the other day in the hallway with the Portuguese women, speaking in French to those Catholics. No one had understood a damn thing she said, but Berta didn’t notice that. Berta was too busy being admired by Oscar, who believed his wife was a true European, speaking the language of diplomacy!

“They find a journalist’s death by ‘suicide’ in an apartment with no prior history of depression or drug abuse; yes, I do,” Pascal said.

“Then we just write a fake report,” Herbert screamed. “That’s what we do!”

“The French police won’t contact your local social services in Denmark. They will get in touch with authorities on a higher level, like the embassy or the Danish national police –“

“Some of those will be no problem,” Oscar said, knowing that throughout the years, they had spread enough rumors and written enough fake reports for everything to look nice and clean in Denmark.

“What if they become a problem? This is not Denmark. You can’t just kill a woman here and have it fixed as a suicide, no questions asked.”

“The French waste money doing autopsies on an Unwanted?” Berta asked, genuinely baffled.

“Unwanted? Stop using that word, okay? That’s your word for a human being, fine, but she is a human being, so yes, a suspicious death of a human being will be investigated in France.”

“Human being,” Oscar hissed. “If that’s how the French state spends money, no wonder it’s in debt. A suicidal woman with a history of mental illness drowns –“

“But she is not suicidal, and she does not have a history of mental illness! Your fake reports may work in Denmark –“

“They do,” Oscar stated smugly.

“Lovely, but they won’t work here. Questions will be asked. Autopsies will be done. You can’t just kill a woman and walk away from it,” Pascal said.

“We will see,” Herbert said, his eyes beaming with hatred.

“What if It doesn’t turn up dead? What if It goes missing?” Berta asked, receiving the stink eye of all stink eyes from Herbert. Herbert did not like to be outshone by a woman. One thing was Berta speaking French, but she should not be asking questions pretending to be important!

“What do you mean?” Pascal asked.

“Well, what if It left the address here and didn’t come back?”

“The police might look for her if someone reported her missing –” Pascal said.

“But no one would report it. The people in the building are afraid of the Unwanted. And this is still Europe; people are loyal to the system, except for the Unwanted, who are loyal to - what is it they call it? Humanism, human rights, and their fellow human beings! An act of treason is what it all is!” Oscar declared.

“Damn right!” Herbert stated, feeling that old feeling of warm hatred swell up in him.

“So, the people in this building wouldn’t say anything; they would be glad to be rid of the Unwanted – as everyone was happy to get rid of the Unwanted in the 1930s and 1940s –“

“It is not the same thing –“ Pascal said.

“No, back then, there were more Unwanted. These days, we are doing our best to nip it in the butt,” Oscar said.

“And she is not French, nor a permanent resident of France, so the police wouldn’t bother too much if she left suddenly, I guess,” Pascal said, beginning to realize where this was going and how insane these Danes were. They were here to kill a woman. What had he gotten himself into?

“Yes, and good people are loyal towards their systems and states as opposed to those ridiculous Unwanted, with their freedom and rights, who will fight for people they aren’t even related to or know! Most people know how to live quietly and respect their superiors and leaders without asking questions. The Unwanted, who ask questions, are hated by all decent and good people, who still make up the vast majority! So, if the rent is paid, it could take months before someone cares if the Unwanted is gone. And –“ Berta said.

“You want to kidnap the Unwanted and bring It back to Denmark to kill It? That was not the plan,” Oscar said. “The plan was to ruin Its life here by informing the good people of this building of who It is - Its mental illness, drug abuse, and former life as a prostitute – and get It to go back to Denmark and then kill It, as we usually do,” Oscar stated, looking bewildered and on the verge of farting.

“But all those statements about her are lies –“ Pascal said, beginning to fear that he would end up an accomplice to murder.

“The French don’t know that!” Oscar hissed.

“They might find out if she tells a lawyer about you, and this lawyer later talks to the police,” Pascal yelled.

“Stop fighting,” Berta said, getting up as her super-size boobs swung angrily from side to side. “We have been here for a month, and evidently, the first plan didn’t work, and this Unwanted could kill us at any given moment. We know that the Unwanted have it as their goal to kill public employees,” Berta said. “We have to do something before It talks to the lawyer!”

“So abduction –“ Oscar said.

“Well, that or … just, you know, leave it somewhere along the highway on the way through Germany,” Berta said.

“If she is alive, she can easily make it back to Denmark and start asking questions again! Don’t you understand? She hurt my feelings! She wants to kill me! She is a monster!” Herbert screamed.

“Now, now, Herbert, calm down; who said anything about the Unwanted being left alive? I think we should wait for Bernard,” Oscar said. “He will be here tomorrow. And then we decide.”

“Why hasn’t he come yet?” Herbert whined.

“His wife’s unrivaled professional skills were required for some critical planning, and she needed someone to lean on at home,” Oscar said.

“The kindergarten?” Berta asked.

“Yes, they are up against a liberal nightmare! Constantly being asked to explain how they spend the funds and their time. Bernard’s wife is caving under pressure, so she has taken a leave of absence starting tomorrow. She will stay in Denmark to recuperate, but Bernard will be here tomorrow.”

“It should be illegal to interfere with people as important as that!” Berta said.

“This is the life we have chosen, Berta, to serve without question or regard for our own lives,” Oscar said. “I say we will wait for Bernard and then deal with this. He is a brilliant investigator and agent. His plans are always of the highest quality and in the interest of the Danish nation. When we are back in Denmark, we can return to HQ and discuss the matter with our friends at the police force.”

“HQ?” Pascal asked - Who the hell were these people?

“We have secured a beach house,” Oscar said to the bewildered French guy. “We return home and to HQ to straighten our stories and write this method down, as it is of the utmost national importance to learn from all operations.”

“Okay, you do that,” Pascal said. “I have some other business to attend to today, so if you will have me excused.”

“Of course,” Oscar said.

Pascal got up, closed the door behind him, and decided to forget what he had seen and heard. He did not want the French police digging into his life or internet activities. If these Danes wished to kill a Danish woman, he would not participate, but he would not stop it either. He couldn’t without admitting to having committed several crimes. He would walk away now. It was the best thing to do. He didn’t know that woman.

The next day, Bernard arrived. Herbert knew that everything would be alright now. Bernard always knew how to get things done. And Oscar and Berta always listened to Bernard and did what he told them to do. That bitch would soon be dead!

“It is back,” Berta said to Bernard, who was going through what the monsters referred to as the case file – illegal recordings, illegal pictures, and fake and stolen documents. “Oscar will be back too, very soon. He follows the Unwanted everywhere. He has been so diligent.”

“Oscar is a good man, Berta,” Bernard said.

“Oh, there he is,” Berta said as Oscar walked through the door.

“Oscar, my friend, you are here,” Bernard said, reaching out to Oscar in what would have been a bear hug if their huge guts had not made it impossible for them actually to hug. “Let’s sit down –“

“I brought cake,” Oscar said.

“Wise choice – we need our strength, so that we can make the right decision,” Bernard said.

Berta looked at the cake; she hadn’t eaten in two hours, and she was starving. But she did not like those Catholic cakes—they were different. However, the rest of the investigating team ate them.

“Berta and Herbert have updated me in your absence, “ Bernard continued. “I concur; we should kill the Unwanted before It talks to the lawyer and before It reaches the Danish border.”

“Thank you,” Herbert said, almost tearing up. Herbert loved Bernard, his old friend who always stood by his side and made sure the monsters were taken care of so Herbert did not have to fear for his life.

“Of course, Herbert. This Unwanted is a danger to Danish society. It is a troublemaker, and we never know when It will kill. It is our duty to protect society against these creatures. And so we shall with no regard to our own safety. We will not fail. Our nation needs us to take action, and action we shall take to protect the good and decent people of Denmark –“

“And the royal family,” Berta said, sobbing with pride and joy.

“Of course, Berta, the royal family, too, ” Bernard said. “By removing one more Unwanted, we protect the citizens loyal to their superiors and the system. Denmark is not the United States – a nation held in bondage by a constitution and laws that give rights to everyone. This leads to no good; it only leads to poverty, as we see in the United States – they are poor, dumb, and starving. That’s the result of humanism and the rule of law - societies that promise all people, even the Unwanted, a life, liberty, and choices. People don’t need liberty and choices; they need security and to be freed from the burden of having to make choices. In Denmark, most people know that and leave it to their superiors to decide what is best for them, which line to wait in, which doctor to go to, and how to live their lives in general. And they know when to look the other way in service of the common good. That is why the Danes are happy. People accept their place and don’t ask questions that need not be asked by the citizens. That is the best of all societies. Everyone knows that.

But the Unwanted refuse to accept that, and today, the Unwanted are everywhere because too many have been fooled into believing that people should have human rights and the right to question the system and its guardians. We are close to succumbing to American conditions; we are at a crossroads; we are fighting the good fight!” Bernard stated, his tiny fists red and sweaty, banging down on the linoleum-covered rocky table in the dark and damp room while the cake was being passed around.

The group was beaming with pride, and Berta began to worry that Oscar’s blood pressure might be rising because she could smell his farts!

“Goddamn Americans and filthy Unwanted,” Oscar hissed. “And this ridiculous notion of human rights. What idiot came up with that anyway? Why should someone have rights just because they are human? It is madness. It only leads to the Unwanted living among us, asking questions and thinking they are equal!”

“Exactly!” Bernard hissed.

“Exactly!” Herbert moaned.

And thus, once again, a group of Danish thugs whose ancestors had had nothing, who were delivered from poverty and a life of servitude and misery by humanism, a constitution, and the rule of law, some of these laws created by people they now deemed Unwanted, condemned one more woman to death because they believed they had the right to do so, a right given to them by no one except their collective ignorance, cruelty, and megalomania, but obediently accepted among too many in a society where too few dared to be the one who asked the questions that their ignorant neighbors might not like, nor understand.

Sofie had walked across the courtyard to her hallway, feeling cruel eyes on her back. Inside the tiny studio, she sat down and thought about what to do. Oscar had, as always, followed her around – Sofie had taken a few photos of him to at least prove to the lawyer that they were here.

Sofie had scheduled an appointment with a lawyer at the end of the week, so she had a few days to go. She knew a wise choice would be to barricade herself inside the apartment until the meeting.

But Sofie was never one for sitting cooped up in an apartment. Plus, she had to write to make money. And she had to write about something. In the end, it didn’t really matter if she was inside or outside; the monsters followed her every move.

They were uncultured imbeciles, at best. Still, they had, like so many imbeciles, profited hugely from modern technology, especially the internet and smart technology. They had a sick voyeuristic need to follow everything she did. And these days, that was easy, even for retards like Oscar, Herbert, and Bernard.

“It is putting on Its clothes and boots; It is leaving the apartment soon,” Berta said, looking at her screen. “It has plans to go to Drancy.”

“What is that?” Bernard asked.

“It is a town northeast of Paris.”

“Are we ready?” Bernard asked, looking around a room of monsters.

“All is ready, Bernard,” Oscar said.

“Okay, Berta stays behind to tell the story, and the rest of us follow the Unwanted and get this done. And then we meet up in Cologne. Do you remember the story, Berta?” Bernard asked.

“Yes, we managed to talk to the Unwanted yesterday and convinced It to come home. So, I am here to make sure the place looks tidy because It tends to leave a mess behind due to drug addiction. When I have cleaned everything, I call the rental agency and tell them the Unwanted has gone home, that I am her mother, and the keys are in the apartment. I tell them how sorry we are, and they should mail all bills to the address we decided on, and call Pascal in case there is something that has to be done in France. Then I remove everything, go to the train station, and leave for Cologne on the high-speed train and wait for you at the hotel we talked about.”

“Perfect, Berta – my friends, soon we will all be home, and this very important mission will be over. It has been an honor and a privilege to work with you all once again,” Bernard stated with an attitude as serious as he was insane.

Fall turned into early winter. By now, the leaves had fallen off the trees alongside the highways in Northern France, and the forest ground was frozen, as was the body of Sofie, beaten to death by a group of sadists and buried in the forest where no one would find her, mainly because no one would ever look.

The End

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