Police Obedience

Sometimes some special situations occur… those that surprise us. Positively, negatively, much, not so much…

What surprised me this Thursday? The fact that two police officers made me show them my ID. 🙂 Why? Let’s imagine this situation. I have a break and want to go out of the workplace and relax, to get mentally prepared for my next lecture. I am going to the square in the centre, I am there, taking my luxurious jacket off, putting in on the edge of the beautiful Holy Trinity Column, lying on it. Eyes closed, chilling, great pleasure… and this adorable view.

Just a gorgeous, ultimate relaxation, warm light, convenient noise around. And suddenly two heads over me asking: “Hello, are you ok?” I can tell you it was a little shock. 🙂 The police officers told me that someone had called the police line and announced that a lady may be not all right and she lies there without moving. So they have come to inspect the whole situation. Ladies sitting next to me were looking at the whole scene with sparkling eyes and open mouth. And me too, it was kinda weird. I ensured the officers that I am perfectly fine, we said a very nice good-bye to each other and I continued in my relaxation.

Maybe in two or three minutes they came back, telling me that they would need my personal documents. They explained to me that when someone makes a phone call and announces something, they have to see my documents and write down my name at least. Ok, I pulled out my ID, they get my name, next “convenient good-bye” and again – continuous relaxation. I practise active meditation/relaxation anywhere… urban style. 🙂

Actually, I don’t mind this happening. I just think they were not telling the truth. I assume the ones that noticed me were police officers behind the city cameras. They are just opposite the Holy Trinity Column in my town – I was lying there, right opposite to one of the cameras. I think they were more likely inspecting my breasts. So that would be a. Ad b – ladies who were sitting next to me told me that just one hour before there was one homeless man lying there without moving. No one announced his “case”, no one was interested in that man.

So what does it mean? That –if the homeless man would really have been ill or sick, he wouldn´t have had a chance to be “examined and  treated”? Or as they may have already been used to seeing him, but not me, did they come just to investigate the “special situation”? I – as a quite beautiful and well-dressed woman deserve to be treated and he doesn’t? On the other hand – I have to be inspected and he doesn´t because he is a part of the “homeless paradigm”? If I had been really sick…and someone would have seen it, consequently making the phone call…why wouldn’t the person have come to check the situation straight away? Had I been really sick and the police “action” had taken too long, wouldn’t it have been too late to do anything?

You know, this is quite a typical feature of communication in post-communist countries, such as the Czech Republic. People tend to not communicate difficult topics, solve problems and speak openly… solve some socially problematic situations personally. It could be a residue – something like a communist scar in us. Practically carved in our genetic code. A residue of the fact that during the communist era, anything too complicated to solve or discuss was supressed. It was advantageous not to meddle in anything, not comment on anything “controversial” and principally not to stand out in a crowd. The best positions were possessed by those ones, who sat in a row in the preferred position and angle so that they didn´t provoke anyone. Not looking like weirdos or like “suspects”. THANK YOU, BUT I DON´T WANT TO BE A PART OF THIS SYSTEM. I will lie there next time again. What about you?