Chapter 65. France to Berlin
George returned to Ibis hotel a little past 2pm. He came with a resident permit card which somehow had Angel’s picture on it. It was a perfectly crafted resident permit card that could easily beat all the immigration workers without the help of the monster machine called computer.
Angel was awake when he came. I didn’t ask how he did it since i was trying to paint a picture of a highly connected man for Angel. It was one problem I always had with lies; there were times when lies prevented me from getting the right and necessary information.
George said the price was €200; i gave him the balance and told him we needed to tickets to Stockholm Arlanda Airport the next day. He took our names on a paper and took €150 for the transport fares; he was going to use a stolen credit card to buy the tickets as usual. I could have gone for the tickets by myself but it was going to be difficult to purchase tickets manually without International passports.
My money was running down and i needed to have enough money for our journey to Sweden. We could run into troubles and the easiest way out of trouble all over the World was Money.
I called Sweden and told William to send me €2000. “Tell the bank that i will pick up the money inside the Ibis Hotel in Paris” i had said to William.
Ibis and other large five star hotels had outlets fo money transfers. I guessed it was there for people who could run out of money. The information was written on their catalogue lying near the room service telephone. So many other unusual things were also written the on the catalogue; things i never saw in cheap hotels. Things such as free Swimming and urgent medical attention. It was truly a standard hotel for the rich but i had decided to become rich on that occasion.
‘Life was all about the level you operated in. If you want to meet rich and influential men and women, you must upgrade to their level because over 98 percent of them were never going to come down to your own level to please you’
George called us later and gave us our ticket and seat numbers. When William called, i went down and picked up €2000 at the finance department of Ibis hotel. I also asked the reception to print out our tickets through their computer; they did.
There was nothing else to do for the rest of the day except to wait.
Angel had relaxed and played with me. She would kiss and massage and caress and laugh as if we had known each other for years. I had ordered an expensive lunch for us from the hotel restaurant since i didn’t want to go out. I had decided to spend money on that occasion since i was a rich man.
She didn’t drink whisky which prompted me to order a bottle of water and cola for her. There were expensive too judging from the outside prices.
When she went into the bathroom in the evening, i called Aunty Joy.
“Joy, you will send the money to Berlin tomorrow. I will call you with the details when i am ready. If you like, send the entire German Police after me. One thing is for sure, someone else is going to receive the cash for me. If they catch him, your money will increase to €30 000. We will continue that way until it gets to €50 000 and after that, i will find another way to punish you” i said. She cursed me and hung up the call.
At exactly 9am the next morning, we left Ibis Hotel and took the ever waiting cab to Orly Airport. There was a Togolese young man working at the entrance of Easy Jet tube. I walked up to him and asked when the Easy Jet to Arlanda will start boarding. Although I knew the time because it was blinking on the notice board but i needed to be on talking terms with him before the time. We had no back up International Passports and there were chances that both or one of us could be turned back from entering the airplane.
I had learnt to avoid the large Charles de Gaulle airport due to its tight security system; it was one of the three largest airports in Europe and it would be foolish to go there without 100 percent documents.
I had prepared Angel on what to say if hey stopped her or verified her document.
I had spent the previous night lecturing her on how to take asylum at the airport. The resident permit card she had wasn’t hers. Her picture was just scanned into it while it had the names of the original owner. It was an original document but belonged to someone else; probably stolen by George or his friends.
We waited until the speaker announced that it was time to board our flight. Passengers filed in two lines; The Togolese man was controlling one while a white lady controlled the second line.
It was natural and security wise that we followed the Line of the black man.
When it was our turn, he asked for our passports.
Damn! The process was going to be more difficult than i expected.
“We submitted it to the embassy. They asked us to submit it so that we can get the new E-Passport” I said.
“Don’t travel without it next time” He said and gave me my own copy of the boarding pass. He didn’t have to ask Angel anything since he knew we were together. He had seen us playing Romeo and Juliet while waiting for the boarding time.
We landed at the Stockholm Arlanda airport at ten minutes past Mid day. I had expected to be questioned like they did the first time i came to Sweden but surprisingly, nobody even stopped us. It was a local flight since Europe had become one but some days, they checked everything. I had no bag with me and i was with a girl who looked like my wife or girlfriend. Europeans suspected lone travelers more than the group ones.
We took a cab to my apartment; Maria and Rose were at home playing Ludo game.
They both hugged me and stopped what they were doing. Food was brought to us but i declined. I needed to know what happened in my absence before eating. Adesuwa or Aunty Joy could have convinced Maria to go against me but i was sure i would pick hints within a day or two.
I gave Rose €200 and sent her and Angel out to get new clothes for our new girl. She had been wearing the same thing for two days. When they left, Maria started her Q&A series.
“What happened with Aunty Joy, she has been calling and asking if i contacted you again. She also said that it was you who kidnapped her girls and not the Arabs”
“Yes, i told her that it was me. It was difficult covering for non existing Arabs” i said.
“So, did she give you the money?”
“No, she sent some money through western Union in Paris and when we went to withdraw it, Police arrested the lady whose name i used. Aunt Joy set us up but i gave her another punishment for that” I said.
“Another punishment, what do you mean? I hope you didn’t do something bad to her” Maria said.