Facts and truth really don’t have much to do with each other.
(William Faulkner)
Okay, the chancellor seemed to come through. At least, the media said the medics said he was on the mend. – Hardly had word been received of the gory events in Daressalam, the spooks – and Hauptmann K’wapelo – had packed their bags and had hurried to the new place of action. Hermann Kizwete was glad the fuss was over, although it left him with – nothing… It wasn’t his case; and with K’wapelo gone, he was getting not a bit of information anymore. Typically, he should return to hunting petty criminals. But that was goofy…
Now, suppose the ‘Senoussi’ fag butts had been planted – as a diversion. To cause Hermann and his colleagues to look in the wrong direction. These were hard core terrorists from Somalia, this the Daressalam plot had shown. None of them would smoke ‘Senoussi’. – He must not look for well-to-do folks, but for outlaws hiding from daylight, police and scavengery. They would shun even the shanty towns. – But what about Pemba? An island inhabited by Muslims, wouldn’t that appear attractive for Somalis?
Because the island belonged to the precinct of the Tanga Police Department, Hermann had no problem to visit – and to stay for a night or two. Yeah, there was a lot of ship traffic – up and down the coast. Fishermen, traders, transporters, excursionists, you name it. – Were they controlled? Only when they came into port at Tumbe, Wete, Chake Chake or Mkoani. So, yes, you could land anywhere on the beaches – and not be controlled, not even be noticed at all. But that was also the case on the mainland. In fact, looking like fishermen terrorists might move with impunity.
Indeed, Tanga, Pemba, Sansibar and Daressalam were forming a continuous operation area, when you were moving by ship. Rats! Searching for a ‘Senoussi’ smoker in hotels and bars had been a complete waste of time. – Now, had there been suspicious strangers? – Not as far as customs and border police were concerned. – And what did the natives say? – If possible, they were saying nothing at all. But Hermann was a seasoned interviewer and investigator. – Yes, there had been people from the north – two days before the Chumbageni murder, one boat, five or six men. No nice folks. But only perambulating. They had called themselves Ilaah Ilmaha, God’s Warriors.
(William Faulkner)
Okay, the chancellor seemed to come through. At least, the media said the medics said he was on the mend. – Hardly had word been received of the gory events in Daressalam, the spooks – and Hauptmann K’wapelo – had packed their bags and had hurried to the new place of action. Hermann Kizwete was glad the fuss was over, although it left him with – nothing… It wasn’t his case; and with K’wapelo gone, he was getting not a bit of information anymore. Typically, he should return to hunting petty criminals. But that was goofy…
Now, suppose the ‘Senoussi’ fag butts had been planted – as a diversion. To cause Hermann and his colleagues to look in the wrong direction. These were hard core terrorists from Somalia, this the Daressalam plot had shown. None of them would smoke ‘Senoussi’. – He must not look for well-to-do folks, but for outlaws hiding from daylight, police and scavengery. They would shun even the shanty towns. – But what about Pemba? An island inhabited by Muslims, wouldn’t that appear attractive for Somalis?
Because the island belonged to the precinct of the Tanga Police Department, Hermann had no problem to visit – and to stay for a night or two. Yeah, there was a lot of ship traffic – up and down the coast. Fishermen, traders, transporters, excursionists, you name it. – Were they controlled? Only when they came into port at Tumbe, Wete, Chake Chake or Mkoani. So, yes, you could land anywhere on the beaches – and not be controlled, not even be noticed at all. But that was also the case on the mainland. In fact, looking like fishermen terrorists might move with impunity.
Indeed, Tanga, Pemba, Sansibar and Daressalam were forming a continuous operation area, when you were moving by ship. Rats! Searching for a ‘Senoussi’ smoker in hotels and bars had been a complete waste of time. – Now, had there been suspicious strangers? – Not as far as customs and border police were concerned. – And what did the natives say? – If possible, they were saying nothing at all. But Hermann was a seasoned interviewer and investigator. – Yes, there had been people from the north – two days before the Chumbageni murder, one boat, five or six men. No nice folks. But only perambulating. They had called themselves Ilaah Ilmaha, God’s Warriors.