The next day I woke up around 11 in the morning in an unfamiliar room. I wondered where I was and if I was still in the castle.
I didn't know what had happened to me. I didn't remember anything.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door and entered the room.
"Good morning, Sir."
"Good morning."
"This is your breakfast."
"I haven't ordered any breakfast," I said.
"Maybe you haven't but Miss Lana did it for you,'' he smiled and put the tray on the nearby table.
''Where am I?" I asked.
"At the hotel. You haven't checked out yet.''
"But this is not my room."
"As it usually happens. Our guests have the uncanny tendency to end up in different rooms. Especially in those of the beautiful, young ladies,'' he added.
"So, am I in Lana's room?''
"Bingo!!! Yes, sir, you are in Lana's room. Now please, eat up while it's still hot,'' he said and was about to leave. ''Goodbye, Mr.
Nikolovski.''
"See you."
I sat down to my breakfast and wondered how I ended up here yesterday? I could not remember much. I remembered the party in the castle, the blow job I got from that beautiful girl and then I remembered
walking through the place looking around. Then, I woke up here.
Alive and kicking, as far as I could tell and in Lana's hotel room.
After breakfast I called Mark and asked him to come along with Sam. We needed to talk about the protests. I had enough time for a quick shower and half an hour later they were here. We embraced. We hadn't seen each other for a long time.
''So how are things going,'' I asked getting down to business at once. We had no time to waste.
"Everything's fine,'' Mark said.
"How many activists did you call and how many of them confirmed their participation?"
Sam looked at a list of people and said: "We called around 2500 activists from all over England. A thousand of them mostly from London and the surrounding area confirmed they'll be here around noon.''
"Does this mean it's going to be a huge protest?''
"The largest ever,'' said Mark and smiled excitedly. ''It's high time we changed the system.''
"Change the system?" I asked bewildered.
"It's time capitalism and the big corporations went down the history books,'' he repeated again.
"But they are not the real problem," I protested.
"But they hold all the money. They exploit workers through low paid labor,'' Mark insisted.
"Yes, but you want to destroy the system and capitalism?"
"Yes."
"The English government?"
"Yes, it should bear the whole responsibility."
"Wait just a minute. And which system do you want to put in place of capitalism?''
"New era, new system where everyone will have more rights to work, to live. Better system better living conditions."
"But what's the name of this system?"
"Post capitalism," he said.
"There's no such system as post capitalism. It's not by any chance a new system of brotherhood, equality and freedom?"
"It's a system for the equal treatment of all people,'' replied Sam.
''We need to distribute resources and capital equally. All people should be equal.''
"It sure does sound like socialism to me,'' I said.
''No, come on. It's a new system entirely. Technology rules there, technocracy. More attention will be paid to renewable energy sources and less to the resources we already have.''
"Do all these people know what they are fighting about? Do they want a new system?'' I asked.
"We'll have to go and see,'' Mark said and smiled.
"Well then, what are we waiting for," I said and jumped off my bad.
"Do you have all the banners?"
"Yes, in the van,'' Sam said. ''Let's go.''
"Let's go."
Fifteen minutes later we were in the center of London. These were surely the biggest protests in the history of England ever. There were several million people on the streets. Some shouted "Down with the government."
Others shouted "down bankers." Others "death to corporations."
It was a mass.
"Do any of these people have any idea why they're here?'' I asked surprised.
"Obviously they don't,'' Mark shouted back at me. I could hardly hear him from all the noise and shouting.
I thought these people were awaken. But no!!!
They knew nothing.
There were all these kinds of people on the streets. Thugs, fans, activists, NGOs, people from the opposition, the homeless, women,
People had no idea why they were here.
The police tried to separate us by groups. Our group was to move a few blocks down the street. We did as we were told. The group obeyed the police. There were even white marks on the road telling people where they were supposed to go. A policeman nearby was explaining a woman that she couldn't cross the white line. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Weren't these free and peaceful protests?
The police told us where to go and what to do. We moved a few blocks away and we ended up protesting in front of a supermarket not the government, a bank or in front of a big corporation.
"What kind of protests are these?'' I shouted.
At one end, there were people protesting against the powerful corporations. They stated that the capital was in the hands of only one percent of the people while the rest of them were ordinary working men. They wanted to change this way of capital distribution.
At the other end, they were protesting against the bankers.
Money is nothing. Bankers lie to ordinary people and tell them money is valuable. Instead, money is worthless. It's just a piece of colored paper. On top of it our own country does not produce its own money.
What kind of a country that is when it does not make its own money?
Our country buys money from these large private corporations and the government pays an interest to them. That way they increase our debt.
The largest countries become more and more indebted and the vicious circle never ends.
Yet, others protested against the lack of work. Everyone should have the right to work. Companies should not be closed down and relocated to the underdeveloped countries. They should remain here and people should work.
Others were against emigration. They shouted that the government should put an end to migration and should deport all immigrants back to their third world countries. They didn't want immigrants to lower the labor market and reduce the wage prices.
Some protested against the government. They wanted to abolish it. All government folks cared about were their salaries and allowances.
They did not care for the ordinary citizen. They wanted the opposition party to get back to power when in reality they were all the same and made no difference.
Some were against the police violence. They wanted to stop it because a week ago a citizen was killed by a police officer and actually, it was the main reason for these protests. There were also some thugs and hooligans who started breaking things all over the place. They started burning cars, breaking down stores, looting. The police returned by force and fighting ensued. They arrested and detained part of the violent protesters.
We were separated to an irrelevant location.
There were several leaders in the group and what they said the group did. When one of them shouted out a single word everyone else repeated it. It seemed like this whole thing was a farce. A set up thing.
And it was. A big set up.
The protesters did as they were told. They did everything their leaders told them to do. It was noticeable from afar. On top of it all, everywhere around us there were secret agents who arrested any individual that stood out from the group that he or she should be in.
I went in the other direction to get out of the group. A cop pulled me back and told me I could not pass. I protested but he paid me no attention. On the other side there were those who burned, tugged and looted. That was where the main protests were. On this side, the rest of us were ordered not to move. We could not get out. There was a big crowd pushing and pulling in all directions. The police didn't go and attend to those who beat, burned, smashed and stole. The police stayed with us and told us where we were supposed to move and how to protest. It was all a big joke.
''You motherfuckers,'' I yelled back at them. ''Why don't you go and stop the bullies you sons of beaches and let us do our jobs here!''
Their response was to push and order us to walk in twos and peacefully leave the protests. After a couple of hours we managed to walk away and head back towards the hotel. Holly cow, what was all this about?
Motherfucker, we could hardly walk away from it with Sam.
Mark stayed in the other group. I texted him to join us in the hotel when he finally managed to get away from it all.
I explained Sam the protests were all a set up, it was all planned in advance. Somehow we managed to get back to our hotel.
''What do you mean a set up?'' Sam asked.
"Didn't you notice there were several leaders in every group?'' I insisted.
"Someone's got to lead," he said.
"Yes, but they were all well-equipped, they were connected in some way. I think I saw them wearing hidden mikes on them. They dictated the pace of the rally.''
"Yeah, I saw that too."
"All of them shouted out the slogans and the crowd repeated as hypnotized,'' I said.
"That's true. Everyone did what they were told,'' Sam finally agreed.
We were in my hotel room and the TV was on. We could see the thugs and the vandals who burned, smashed, looted and destroyed everything in their way without any obstruction from the police. It was a chaos.
"Don't you see, Sam?" I told him and pointed to the TV. ''This whole circus was a setup, it was organized by them. What we saw was all a part of a plan. I've seen and read materials how protests like these are organized. This is the same way they did it in the countries of the Middle East, in Egypt and Libya. The same thing happened in former Yugoslavia under the Milosevic regime. Soros sponsored an organization in Belgrade called “OTPOR”. Soros organized these kinds of protests and revolutions around the world.''
"I know Soros did those kinds of things but I'm not familiar with anyone else,'' Sam said.
"Maybe you are not but I am. The leaders of these protests have been paid by Soros and they've been paid well. Some of the members of the organizations participating in these so-called protests were also paid."
"We were paid,'' Sam said and looked at me.
"What?''
"Didn't Mary tell you?''
"Tell me what exactly? She told me some funding was provided but she didn't say we were paid up,'' I said surprised.
"Those of us who are up in the organization will receive a certain amount of money. Some activists will receive up to a hundred pounds a day actually,'' Sam said and looked at me. He expected me to jump on him or something. I knew what it was all about.
''Alright if that's how you want to play it,'' I murmured, picked up the phone and called Mary.
"Yes. Hi, Nick! Aren't you at the protests?"
"Hello Mary,'' I said. ''Just returned from the there.''
"Why did you come back? Are they over?'' she asked eagerly.
"Don't you watch the news? See for yourself if you can call them protests,'' I said angrily.
"What happened?"
"A group of thugs began smashing and burning all over London.
I'm watching this on the news as we speak,'' I said.
"Well, you should have stayed to the end," she murmured.
"Stay to the end? Were you planning on getting us killed or arrested?'' I yelled back at her.
"But Nick."
"Don't you but me,'' I screamed back at her. ''Was this your idea of framing me? These protests were set up Mary!''
"No, they weren't set up,'' she said quickly.
"Who funded the protests, Mary? Who gave you the money?'' I screamed back at her.
"I've already told you yesterday. An NGO," she said.
"Wasn't that Soros by any chance?'' I retorted.
Silence. She didn't know what to say.
"I know everything, I heard everything, I saw everything!'' I yelled. ''Goodbye Mary and don't you ever call me back again!'' I screamed at her and slammed the phone.