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"You carry.... forbidden material. Rubles, old, antique - no permits. No declaration. You cannot go. It is not allowed. " He tried to explain further, but his command of the language was slight. They understood only that they were in trouble, and would not be allowed to board the flight.
Irma tried to explain. She protested. She stood up and shouted. "I am an American! You cannot keep me here! Take these things if you will, but you cannot hold me! I demand to speak to the American consul!"
The officials did not answer in English. They conferred among themselves, then left the room, leaving only a guard to watch them. Irma fumed. "No one understands us! They have made us miss our flight! This is ridiculous! We bought these things, paid for them with money we got for good U.S. dollars! How can they do this?"
Helen was a bit calmer. "Irma, you know we were warned. The guide told us not to exchange money on the street, and we were told taking out antiques would not be allowed! Maybe, if we just get to someone who understands English, we can explain. It won't help to shout!"
They were made to wait over an hour. Finally a uniformed officer came into the room. He tried to speak to them. "Go - go Novorosk! Militia will handle. English. You go!" he motioned to the door. They were taken to a waiting vehicle. The uniformed officer ushered them into the rear seat. He and a driver took the front. Their baggage was not loaded and their passports not returned.
"Where are we going?" Irma said to her companion. "I can only guess", Helen responded, "he said something about Novorosk, I think. That sounds like the name of a little town I saw on the map, a ways from here. They seem to think someone will speak English wherever we're going. But that's just a guess!"
The driver and their escort talked among themselves, but they used no English words. Irma and Helen could only guess at their destination. The car drove for some time, and eventually they spotted a road sign pointing to Novorosk. Helen had guessed correctly.
Chapter 2 English at Last The car stopped in front of an official looking building in the town of Novorosk. The escorting officer opened the door, and indicated they were to come out. They entered the rather drab building, passed a number of uniformed persons whom they assumed to be police, and were taken to a fairly large room with several benches. "Wait!" the escort ordered them. They sat down, and waited.
A female in a military style uniform came in, evidently to keep an eye on them. She sat beside the door. Their escort left. Time dragged on. They waited and waited. The room had a small water dispenser, from which a glass of water might be obtained, and two rooms that were evidently toilets. They made use of the facilities and helped themselves to the water. The female guard seemed to tolerate these actions, but said nothing to them.
After they had been in the room almost two hours, a uniformed militiaman entered, and called out, "Irma Bradley!" Irma stood up. "That's me," she answered. The man indicated she was to come with him. She followed down a hallway, and then into an office. The room was the usual drab official style, furnished with an old desk, a couple of chairs, and an assortment of shelves holding papers and books. She was offered a chair.