Unknown - Deportation

Graendal made ​​a movement of his hand, as if pushing away an obstacle.

— Nothing like that, sen Sekar. We stood in a human chain to protect the objective rights of the people who, for objective reasons, could not do it for themselves. Everyone has the right to preserve their sanctuaries, what’s odd about it? The Inu-and-Tano religion and her sanctuary Leal Imo is no exception. The Magna Carta is one for everybody.

— What if the government decided to pave a highway through a Muslim mosque, would you, sen Vlkov, stand in a human chain then?

— No. But if I, as a judge, received a complaint, I would have banned destroying the mosque.

— I'm sure you would — said Sekar — but you would not personally defend Islam sanctuary is protected sanctuary Inu-and-Tano. Do not you consider these religions equal?

—​ I do not.

— Is that not against the Charter?

— Why so? The Charter requires direct action of citizens in three cases: if a person is in danger, if justice is trampled , and if power is usurped. Erroneous destruction of someone's sanctuaries is none of these. A citizen may intervene in such a situation at their own risk, but is not obliged to do so.

— But does the Charter not oblige us to consider all religions as equal?

—​ No. It only speaks of equal religious rights. Anyone can practice whatever religion, and no one can stop them, as long as the practice does not violate others’ rights. But a person can feel sympathy to one religion and revulsion to another. Which is why, during the “swine boom", the court decided to withdraw the "Muslims out of the country" posters, but did not touch the "Islam is shit, Muslims are pigs" ones.

— All the same, it's cruel. Most Mus lims were not involved in the riots. What are they guilty of?

— I understand, they feel it’s unfair — Graendal said thoughtfully — I think their problem is that they have not condemned their radicals. If they acted like our Hindu in the incident with the smash hit "Krishna avatar", or as our Roman Catholics in the history of the papal encyclical "on the satanic nature of eugenics", there would be no problem.

— But our Catholics were excommunicated for this — recalled Sekar — I do not think that was nice.

— Yes, probably, but they have to make a choice: to be citizens or servants of the church authorities. I think the choice they made is the right one. Now they have their own Catholic Church, with the statutes approved by a resolution of the Supreme Court, and I did not observe our Catholics suffering from this situation much.

— I do not know — noted the reporter — the Vatican and the World Council of Churches did not recognize this decision and have dragged through a resolution in ​the UN condemning confiscation of church property.

— Who cares about the UN. These clowns have not implemented any of their own resolutions in the last 20 years.

— Can I quote these words in my report, sen Vlkov?

— By all means. As long as the UN gives the right to vote to cocaine traffickers, sex maniacs, fanatics, terrorists, and cannibals, it can not claim to be an international authority. I said exactly that to their envoy.

— I can imagine how he took it — said Sekar, splashing through the keyboard — as you know, the chairman of the World Council of Churches called the Great Charter "a new dangerous and aggressive religion".

— Oh did he? — Graendal asked — why am I not surprised. When we announced the deportation of their mission, their representative shouted that the Confederation is dominated by Satanists. Satanism, I think it’s also a religion. Do you know about it?

— I’m not sure, sen Vlkov. Probably yes, at least, Satan is mentioned in the Bible.

— Right, I’m not sure either. Sen Sekar, it is certainly up to you, but won’t you be late for the meeting with Jella? You have a powerful machine, no doubt, but Akorera is nearly a thousand kilometers from here.

— Ugh! I'll try to get there on time. One last question: do you consider yourself religious?

— Me? Well, well, I think that there is something out there, but what exactly — I have no idea.

— May I record that?

— Sure, why not.

6. Jella Argenti, Chief Justice by rating

Compared to Sonfao, the Akorera island seemed huge, even though it was just 80 by 30 kilometers. The rock sports club, designed by the genius Hyun Tuan a few years ago, was located on the narrow northern tip of the island. Two gothic towers seemingly rose straight out of the ocean, and between them stood a three-tiered glass and concrete pagoda, half embedded into the rock. The composition was supposed to symbolize a postmodern synthesis of Western and Eastern cultures, but instead the local youth named it after Homer’s Odyssey: the pagoda was called Ithaca and the towers — Scilla and Charibda. When Malik called Jella, she asked to meet her at the Charibda side on the upper floor of Ithaca.

The central part of the floor was occupied by a huge cylindrical aquarium with colorful fish, with a lobby bar adjacent to it at the nearest side to the rock, and the rest of the room resembled a materialized fantasy of Salvador Dali — a burst of intricately curved designs that served as seats and tables. Malik turned left to the Charibda side and looked at the visitors. The audience, dressed in a variety of bright sports or swimming suits, or simply wrapped in pieces of cloth, sat at different heights, like a flock of exotic birds on the branches of a baobab tree.

— Hey, bro, looking for someone? — asked the bartender phlegmatically, without taking the Javanese cigar out of his mouth.

— Yes. Jella Argenti.

— Then you have come at the right time. She just finished a game, but hasn’t picked up anyone yet . Turn a bit to the left. See a quarter of the butt in the lilac scarf?

— Ah! — appreciated the reporter.

— Yeah! — agreed the bartender.

After Malik approached the curve of the bridge and climbed half a turn of spiral stairs, he found himself facing the subject of his search. A strong short girl, about 27 years old was dressed only in a rectangle of thin fabric, which passed under her left armpit and was fastened on the right shoulder by a fibula in the shape of a dark red octopus. Her open left shoulder and right hip were painted with two bright luminous green Rongorongo symbols, an arrow and a fish. The picture was completed by dark straight and coarse hair, high cheekbones, a small upturned nose and huge, almost black eyes. In short, Jella made quite an impression.

— So — she said — if you don’t mind, let’s just call each other by name. No ceremonies. Yo?

— Yo — he agreed.

— Then fall down here at the table and turn on your device. Do you drink sake?

— Socially.

She took a ceramic jug and splashed a badly smelling liquid into cups.

— Ok, let’s start.

— Uh ... — Malik took a sip of sake — what is your profession?

— Conflict resolution. I work in naval aviation. Sometimes I have to handle cases so convoluted that this judging job is like a vacation to me.

— And how did you win the competition for the panel of the professional Supreme Court?

— The usual way . By rating of my public appearances. I have the knack of speaking simply about complex matters. In the Navy you won’t get anywhere without it. Get it?

— Bit by bit — said Sekar — could you just explain how you made ​​this decision?

— Decision to deport? Easily. Do you understand how our politics work?

— Probably not enough to ...

— I see — interrupted Jella — then let’s start from the beginning. Here, let me draw a chart.

She took a napkin, scribbled several squares, circles and arrows and began to explain: