The following day was a friday. I woke up earlier, excused myself and went downstairs. I called Okey my cousin in Nigeria and told him what was onboard. I told him that there was a plan to pick up some lose cash. He wanted to know the amount but I just told him what role he would play. His share was going to be €200, it was small but the entire pay was going to be small too. I lectured him on what to say.
When I got back upstairs, I asked Maria where we could get a decent breakfast. She drove me to a quiet local coffee center where we took coffee and biscuit. Their breakfast idea was different from mine. As a Nigerian, coffee wasn’t an ideal breakfast, I wanted something heavier after losing some of my energy the previous night but as American, coffee was just fine. She was going to pay for that suffering anyway or so I thought.
On our way out of the coffee joint, Okey called with a hidden Number as we had agreed earlier.
I answered the call and activated the speakout application. Okey was speaking some altered intonation.
According to him, the United States immigration department had requested for a passport photograph and $500 to stamp the letter of Invitation. They also asked for name and date of birth.
Maria heard him too. I told her that as long as those items were provided, the Visa would be guaranteed.
”The whole project will cost you about €2500” I told her.
”I will accommodate you when you get to The United States but at a stage, you would need to get a job and move on with your life” I said.
She agreed and thanked me in advance.
We got to the hotel and took our bath. According to her, she was going for music lessons by 1 pm. I played with her inside the hotel until around 11am, then I asked her to go and get two passport photos for me.
She left and returned with it an hour later. She also came with €500.
”It is $500 not €500” I reminded her out of genuine concern.
”I know, use the balance for DHL or Fedex” she said.
We played some more before she left for music lessons.
I sat down and thought about what I had done. I had just scammed an innocent girl. It would have been better if I had told her that I wasn’t even an American. She wasn’t suspecting anything. She was just an innocent young girl who had dreams of traveling out of Slovakia.
It wasn’t worth it for me. Somehow inside me,, I felt that I was better than that.
I had started drug business back in Germany because there was nothing else to do and because there was an urgent need to recover the money I spent in coming to Europe.
How could all the good things my mother thought me disappeared simply because I wanted money.
NO, I can’t continue that way. I could turn into a devil if I continued that way. I was gradually becoming evil and it was only a matter of time before it manifested in everything I did. I wanted to be different, I wanted to be a guy with heart. I wanted to return to the same guy who was touched deeply by Jennifer’s tears. It was better than being a money making machine who commited everything crime in the book just because of money.
I went out into the city mall and bought a bottle of Pinacolada and Martini. I took them to the park and messed my brain up for hours.
Maria called me around 6pm and said she had returned from lessons. I told her to come to the park.
She was excited when she came. She wanted to know if I had sent the money and the passport to USA.
”No, I didn’t send it” I said.
”Maria, you will not go to America now. You will wait until I get back there, then I will process the invitation for you by myself” I said.
She stared at me as if I had just shattered her world.
”The problem is that since it was going to be a family reunion Visa, the American authorities would require me to sign some documents as your prospective husband. I cannot achieve that as long as I am here in Europe. I will soon return to USA and process the papers” I concluded.
I handed her back the €500 and told her that I would take the passport to America.
She wasn’t really happy about the development but she had no options.
I tried to cheer her up but she wasn’t as happy as she was earlier in the day.
I held her hand as we walked to her car and proceeded to her apartment.
I was proud of myself for what I did. I could have taken her money and disappeared to Germany but nature had a way of punishing people for taking advantage of harmless and unsuspecting victims.
” I am going to Germany tomorrow morning” I said.
I told her that I would go to Moscow from Berlin and return to Texas in a week’s time.
She didn’t really want me to go but there was nothing she could do.
We slept in her house that night and also did what we had been doing for the past two days.
She brought me back to my hotel before 8am and waited for me to pack my small bag.
She also followed me to the bus Terminal where I boarded a bus going to Vienna Austria.
It was good bye slovakia but I hoped to show up there again someday.
It was fun playing the American.