Village Trip

The pasta
 Ah, the summer. The most wonderful time of the year, a time of relaxing and traveling. And what's more fun than traveling? Discovering new culture, meeting new people, gaining new experiences. The only thing better than traveling, is traveling with the family. How would disagree?





 Paul Travis would…





 He wasn't not always like this, bitter about the perspective to leave his house, distrusting every for form of authority. A couple of years ago, he was a happy man, a joyful family guy. He enjoyed life with his family and had a great passion for traveling. The further, the better. It was the summer of 2003, that he and his family traveled to Istanbul, Turkey. Enjoying the sun and the culture of this country. When reaching the final day of their trip, Paul persuaded his wife to go visit a small village nearby Istanbul, a village in the mountains. He, his wife and his daughters drove over mountain roads and watched as other cars passed. Occasionally there were wanderers traveling with a donkey who passed by. When they entered the picturesque village, they start to notice something strange. The people stared at them when they drove by, slowly. It was like they were not welcome here, like the people didn't appreciate their presence. The women wore nikabs, maybe the clothing style of his wife and their twins was provoking the locals. But everything went wrong when a little kid, not much older than 7, crossed the street. When Paul noticed the boy, it was already far too late. Even with his low speed he couldn't stop in time to not hit boy. A hard bump and his car stopped, with the kid in the middle of the street, half under his car. He run out the car, and carefully pulled  the boy from under, only to be surrounded   by the villagers. He kneeled by the side of the boy. The kid was breathing heavily, while crying for his mother. His head was bleeding. Paul stood up and walked to one of the more older villagers.





 "Sir, it was really an accident, I didn't see the boy. We have to call an ambulance."





 The man replied calmly: "We will take care of it. But we have to go to police, you understand that right?"





 "Yeah, sure. But first, this kid needs some medical attention."

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> "We will take care of it! Let's go the police now."

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> "Can't we simply called them?"

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> "It will be faster to go then call them. It isn't far."

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> He continued as he notices Paul's intentions to return to his car: "No, sir. You don't need your car for this, the police office is just a few streets further. Come on and hurry!"

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> It was quite clear that this wasn't up for debate. With no other choice than to follow the man to the office, he told his wife and his children to wait in the car: 'I'll be back in minute, honey. I have to go to police office."

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> His wife looked around with a scared expression on her face and asked him: "Does we have to come with you, Paul?"

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> The older man looked annoyed to him and nods his head. "No, Mary. Just stay in the car with the girls. I'll be back in no time."

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> As he left his family, he saw someone calling. At least someone is calling an ambulance.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> After a short walk to the police office, they entered the small police office. As his old companion spoke to the officer, he looked out the window. He looked up when the officers calls him: "So, sir. We have heard that you have had an accident? Can we see you passport, please."

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> Paul gave him his passport and the officer looked at it for a brief time before giving it back to be him.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> "Let us go to the scene of the crime, shall we?"

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> "Yeah, sure. But officer it was really an accident, you have to believe me. I didn't see him coming and I couldn't evade him anymore."

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> "OK, sir. It's not that we don't believe you, but we have see the scene first before we can agree with that."

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> "OK, let's go then."

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> As they returned to the scene of the crime, they smelled a strange scent. He runs to the car and fell on his knees with police officer behind him. The officer looked at Paul and told him: "Sorry, Mister Travis, but we were a bit tired of tourists who think they can race through our street. We had to do something."

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> He turned his head, now looking at Paul's car and continued: "And like you already could guess, the boy died!"

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt"> Still crying, he raised his head and looked at his burned out car with the charred corpses of his family inside…