Maragana Girl
Copyright 2004 by EC
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(warnings: judicial corporal punishment, forced public nudity, sex between adults, 
references to drug use, references to violence)

Chapter 6 – The Day of the Dead

In the middle of September there was another indication that Kim was becoming 
more settled in her new life in Danube City. She sat at the table of Sergekt's 
mother for the first time. Danubian social protocol mandated that any social 
contact between a young man and a young woman had to be preceded by the 
young man sitting at the table of the woman's father, or in the case of Kimberly 
Lee, her guardian, Spokesman Vladim Dukov. Sergekt had complied with that 
custom and now came over to the Dukovs' house once a week for dinner.

The second phase of the social protocol, that the young woman sit at the table of 
the young man's parents, only took place if the young man decided that he wanted 
to become romantically involved with her. By the middle of September Sergekt 
had decided that he wanted Kim to become his girlfriend. He asked Kim to eat at 
home with his mother and aunt. She accepted, not fully understanding the 
seriousness of what he was proposing.

The afternoon before Sergekt arrived to escort Kim to his house, Dukov sat in his 
library, wondering about the consequences of what was about to happen. He liked 
Sergekt tremendously. He had all the makings of an excellent Danubian citizen. 
He was brave, determined, and had "proper values". He clearly understood the 
importance of friendship and protocol. The fact that he was a convicted criminal 
did not bother Dukov at all. If Anyia were just a couple of years older, the 
Spokesman would have been very pleased if Sergekt had shown an interest in her, 
collar or no collar.

Dukov was somewhat puzzled by Sergekt's interest in Kim. Kim was very 
different from a typical girl from Upper Danubia and obviously would make a 
fascinating friend for anyone. However, to become romantically involved with her 
was quite another issue. At the end of two years Kim would be going home to the 
US. Did he hope to go to the US with her? Did he expect that Kim would stay in 
Upper Danubia past the end of her sentence?

Dukov's instincts told him he needed to dissuade his client from any romantic 
involvement with a Danubian. However, he also remembered what he had told 
Kim the first night she was at his house, that she had to live from day to day and 
enjoy the small daily pleasures of life. A romantic relationship certainly would 
help her get through the difficult times that lay ahead. 

Dukov glanced over at the picture of himself and his future wife on the wall, the 
one in which they were naked and wearing collars. The Spokesman took his own 
collar off the wall and studied it, running his fingers over its groves and touching 
the broken latch. This piece of metal had been on his neck for five years. Like 
Sergekt, Dukov had worn this collar not so much because of anything he had done 
wrong himself, but because he had refused to betray his friends. The 
circumstances had been different, of course, but the Danubian definition of honor 
had remained intact over time…a definition shared by the Spokesman and by his 
client's young suitor. 

Kim’s suitor reminded Dukov so much of himself when he was young. He 
remembered the countless nights he had danced with Maritza at the Socrates club, 
just like Sergekt was doing with Kim…and the nights they sat at the tables of 
each other's families. There were the good times and the hard times…hard times, 
yes…very hard times. The relationship between Vladim and Maritza had survived 
through it all. They had been together 28 years. 

Dukov's thoughts turned back to his client. Kim hardly fit the image of a proper 
Danubian woman, but she seemed to be moving in that direction. Two 
years…what would two years in Upper Danubia do to her? Maybe she was not 
destined to leave the country after all…

In the end Dukov decided not to say anything. Kim would sit at the table of 
Sergekt's mother, just as Sergekt would sit at the Dukovs' table.

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When Kim went to Sergekt's house, Sergekt's mother and aunt were dressed in 
old-style Danubian dresses and the same elaborate dishes the Dukovs had 
prepared for Sergekt were on the dining room table waiting for Kim. However, 
Sergekt's mother greeted his new girlfriend with skepticism. An American who 
was not even of European descent, a convicted drug user, someone who could not 
express herself properly in Danubian…what on earth was he thinking? Kim faced 
a much more difficult task of sitting at Sergekt's table than he faced sitting at hers.

Kim sat uncomfortably while Sergekt's mother probed her with questions that she 
struggled to understand and answer. She resented being placed in this awkward 
position, but at the same time realized that Sergekt had to do the exact same thing 
for her. If she wanted to live in Upper Danubia and have friends, something she 
had no choice over for the next two years, she had to play by the rules of the 
country.

In the end Sergekt's mother warmed up just enough to allow Kim to continue 
coming over. It was not exactly an approval, but instead a withholding of 
judgment. In spite of all her deficiencies, "Geemberglek" seemed like a decent-
enough girl, so Sergekt's mother did not feel justified telling her son she 
disapproved of her. To do so would be unfair and possibly cause problems for 
Sergekt and this strange foreign girlfriend of his. To condemn Criminal # 98945 
also would have violated the Danubian idea that a person should never form a 
negative opinion about another person without a very specific reason. 

That night Sergekt took Kim back to Dukov's house. Once again in the trolley 
they held onto each other. Once again she thrilled at the feel of his body next to 
hers. When he left her at the front door, he took her hands in his and looked at her 
with a question in his eyes. For some odd reason Kim decided to answer in 
English.

"You can kiss me, Sergekt." 

Perhaps he did not understand her words, but he did understand her meaning. 
They kissed, slowly at first, then passionately. Eventually they forced themselves 
to stop. Kim squeezed Sergekt's hand and he was on his way home. In the US it 
would have been different; he would have come in and spent the night. Not in this 
country, and certainly not in Dukov's house. In Upper Danubia the pace of 
relationships, just like everything else in life, was much slower.

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As the weeks passed Kim became a regular member of Sergekt's social group at 
the Socrates Club. They went to the club at least twice per week to drink 
Danubian beer, eat salted deep-fried vegetables, talk, and share their music and 
thoughts. Criminal # 98945 had found her place in this hostile country, the one 
spot where she felt she belonged. She chatted with the others and danced with her 
boyfriend. Increasingly they danced closer and closer, enjoying the feel of each 
other's bodies. Over time their souls became more and more connected. Over time 
Kim thought about Sergekt more and more when she was not with him.

In mid September Kim listened to "Nemát mi biciklét" performed live for the first 
time in the Socrates Club. When she heard to the song and understood the words, 
tears ran down her cheeks. The song and its sad message of not appreciating the 
good things of life until it was too late deeply moved not just Kim, but everyone 
who listened to it. Quickly it became popular throughout the entire criminal 
community and the club scene. Within a year the song was featured on Danubian 
radio. With a simple, heartfelt speech, Kim had left a lasting influence on 
Danubian popular culture.

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The following week was the Autumn Equinox, and also the Danubian Day of the 
Dead. The holiday was the most important celebration in Upper Danubia, much 
more important than Christmas, New Year's Day, or even the birthday of Vladik 
the Defender, Upper Danubia's greatest king. 

The Day of the Dead marked the end of the summer growing season and the 
country's long descent into darkness, cold, famine, and death. It had been 
celebrated in the same manner since Pagan times, and it remained very much a 
Pagan event. It was a dark, morbid holiday, designed to appease the dead spirits 
by letting them know that those still alive were all too aware of the fate that 
awaits all living things. It was the chance for the living to show their respect and 
to assure the dead spirits that they appreciated the fleeting gift of life. Once the 
country converted to Christianity in 900 AD, Catholic Saints were incorporated 
into the Day of the Dead, but the ceremony itself and its purpose were only 
slightly changed. Now that Christianity was on the wane in Upper Danubia as it 
was in the rest of Europe, the ceremony had almost completely returned to its 
Pagan roots.

On the day of the equinox all electrical power in Upper Danubia was shut off, 
with the sole exception of emergency services in hospitals. All battery-operated 
devices had to be shut off. All telecommunications had to be shut off. The borders 
were closed and no motorized vehicles could operate. The country became 
completely silent for 36 hours, from sun-down on September 21st to sun-up on 
the 23rd. The Dukovs observed the holiday by dressing in black capes, as did 
everyone else in the neighborhood.

Kim did not spend the Day of the Dead with Dukov's family. Kim was a criminal, 
and the Day of the Dead was the one day out of the year criminals had an honored 
place in Danube City. Criminals played a central role in the main ceremony and 
the collective request for atonement. Shortly before sun-down on the 21st, Kim, 
Sergekt, and every other criminal in Danube City rode trolleys downtown. The 
criminals gathered in the plaza in front of the Temple of the Ancients, joining 
about 900 additional people who were not criminals, but instead performing 
public penance. There were over 3,600 criminals and penitents altogether. They 
lined up in groups, where their organizers were waiting with white and black 
body-paint. Every criminal in the city would be painted, first white, then with 
black highlights. The make-up job had been done in the same manner for 3,000 
years. It was primitive, but very effective. From a distance, the criminals looked 
ghoulish, half-way between cadavers and skeletons.

The marchers were all painted by the time it was dark. Kim was amazed at the 
effect of seeing 3,600 naked, painted bodies all gathered in one place. It actually 
did look kind of scary. Temple officials passed out 3,600 torches with over-the-
shoulder torch slings and explained how to carry the torches to minimize the 
strain on the marchers' arms. The participants then divided into two groups and 
started filing out in opposite directions. They would circle the city that night and 
meet again on the opposite side of Danube City in the morning. The following 
night they would complete their march by returning to Temple of the Ancients 
through the city center. Kim later learned that part of the purpose of all this was to 
present the Spirits of the Dead with an opportunity to walk the earth again through 
the marchers, if they so chose.

The criminals marched all night in single file. The group that included Kim and 
Sergekt followed the trail upstream along the Danube River and finally turned 
right to head inland. They walked along dark country roads, their surroundings 
illuminated only by their own torches. All along the route ordinary citizens 
silently knelt in their black robes, apparently praying for forgiveness for whatever 
they had done wrong over the past year. Death seemed to hang in the air. Kim 
could feel it all around her, as though the dead spirits really had woken up. 

Kim's eyes shifted back and forth from Sergekt's back to the kneeling crowds, as 
she tried to comprehend her own participation in this very strange ceremony. No 
one had asked her about doing this. It had just been taken for granted that 
Criminal # 98945 would participate along with all the others. She was a Danubian 
criminal and a member of Danubian society, whether she liked it or not. As such 
she had certain responsibilities.

Criminal # 98945 spent part of the night wondering about her forfeited life in the 
US. She would go back home in two years…probably. Suddenly she wasn't so 
sure. How could she return to her old life, after everything she had been through? 
Kim knew that she was changed. Less than three months into a two year sentence 
she had changed. Was it possible to change back? She thought so, but wasn't so 
confident about that anymore. This Day of the Dead, for example. Walking naked 
at night over silent country roads, covered with white and black body-paint, 
carrying a torch in front of thousands of kneeling Danubians…how on earth could 
she explain what she was doing to someone in the US without sounding like a 
total nut?

There were breaks in the marching about every two hours for going to the 
bathroom, exchanging torches, and drinking blackberry punch. The punch was 
dark red and stained the criminals' mouths. Some of the criminals, including 
Sergekt, allowed the punch to drip down their chests to give their body paint the 
appearance of being covered in blood. 

Kim's group walked a half circle around the city. Shortly before sunrise she made 
out the torches from the other group as they came from the opposite direction. 
The distant line of torches and the white bodies underneath truly did look scary. 
The two lines converged on a campsite made up of military tents and bed-rolls. 
The criminals would sleep and relax during the day and after sunset resume the 
march back through Danube City to the Temple of the Ancients.

Kim and Sergekt slept holding hands. She woke up in mid-afternoon to absolute 
silence. Most of the others were still sleeping. Ceremonies were going on in the 
Plaza of the Ancients, but they were too far away to be heard from the campsite 
where the marchers were staying. Kim got up to go to the latrine, get something to 
drink, and get her body paint touched up. As she stepped outside the tent she was 
amazed at the absolute quiet surrounding her. An occasional bird chirping or 
insect flying by: that was it. It truly did seem like all life had stopped.

After it got dark there was a religious observance and group prayer for the 
marchers. Then the procession back into Danube City resumed. The two columns 
of criminals walked side-by-side along the city's main boulevard, their torches 
partially illuminating the spectators. Once again Kim felt death all around her. 
She began to get scared as strange ominous sensations swept through her body. 
Kim had no idea what was going on, but she had no choice but to continue 
walking. Finally the weird feelings passed, leaving her apprehensive and shaken.

As the criminals approached the Temple of the Ancients, they were greeted with 
ancient music and choir singing. Suddenly every church bell in the city started 
ringing. The kneeling spectators then stood up and joined the singing, in this 
weird mix of Pagan and Christian customs. The sudden noise after two nights of 
absolute silence somewhat unnerved Kim. 

The marchers walked straight behind the old temple towards the Danube River. 
They threw their torches into a huge bonfire near the shore. To symbolize their 
return to the land of the living, the marchers walked out to a submerged stone 
platform in the river to clean off the body paint. Death was washed off, 
momentarily defeated. The criminals then filed back through the Temple of the 
Ancients and back out onto the plaza. As the sun came up they sang an ancient 
hymn and then dispersed.

Kim and Sergekt walked silently with some of his friends, all of them lost in 
thought as Danube City slowly came back to life. They made their way back to 
the Socrates Club to wash off properly, have breakfast, and then go to the Central 
Police Station. 

The day after the equinox was the day that the police handed out winter clothing 
for the city's criminals. Criminal # 98945 was a bit surprised and somewhat 
relieved at the news that yes, even criminals wore clothing during the winter. She 
had wondered about that, with winter coming up. When Sergekt saw that his 
girlfriend seemed happy about the winter outfits he commented in Danubian.

"Kim, when you see what that outfit actually looks like, you won't want to put it 
on unless it's absolutely freezing outside. They do that on purpose, giving you 
something that no one in his right mind would want to wear."

Along with the others, Criminal # 98945 picked up a garment bag and a set of 
bright orange boots. Bright orange boots. That was not a good sign. Sure enough, 
when she opened her garment bag she pulled out the most hideous piece of 
clothing she had ever laid eyes on. It was a bright orange top that looked 
something half-way between an army poncho and a cape. It had a hood and a 
sewn-in wool shirt underneath. There was a yellow stripe running up the middle 
of the cape and blue reflective strips sewn around the edges. There were several 
drawstrings to tighten the hood and waist. On the back was a large patch of 
Velcro.

"You need to pick up your criminal number from Spokesman Dukov and keep it 
attached…that is, IF you want to wear this. They’ll let you wear the boots without 
the cape during the winter…which is what I did last year during the day. If you 
keep your feet warm and stay moving when you're outdoors it's not so bad. Not 
bad enough to wear this."

Kim agreed. Better to stay naked than wear a bright orange cape with a yellow 
stripe and blue reflectors, but at least she did have something to put on during 
cold snaps.

When Criminal # 98945 went to Dukov's office to pick up the Velcro patch with 
her number, he seemed in a very serious mood. She hoped that it was not over 
something that had anything to do with her, but unfortunately it was.

"Kimberly…please sit down. I need to talk to you about…a very unfortunate 
event."

"Spokesman? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, Kimberly, nothing like that. You have committed no transgressions. 
But…where to begin…I will tell you that I have taken the liberty of staying in 
contact with your parents in the United States. I believe that it was my obligation 
to make sure they understood your situation. I even sent them pictures of my 
house, my family, and your room, so they could see and understand…and perhaps 
not be so worried about you."

"Did that cause a problem?"

"No Kimberly. No problems. But the same afternoon you had to go to the Plaza of 
the Ancients I received a very bad piece of news from your mother, which she 
instructed I should relay to you at an appropriate moment. It is the obituary of 
your friend Susan."

"Susan…she's…dead?"

"Yes. I will let you read it, and then I will inform you about the rest of what I 
found out."

With that Dukov handed his client a cut-out piece of newspaper from her 
hometown in the US. She read:

"Tyrone and Debbie Taylor announce the commemoration and celebration of the 
life of their daughter, Susan Taylor, at 2:00 p.m. Saturday, July 19 at the 
Eastwood Baptist Church. Funeral services will be held Sunday, July 20 at the 
Eastwood Public Cemetery. Susan passed away unexpectedly on July 12, while 
vacationing in Prague, the Czech Republic. She is survived by her parents and 
brother. We all love you Susan. We love you so much."

Kim sat silently, absorbing this horrible new shock. "Susan…my God. 
But…how?"

"I called the American embassy in Prague, but of course that was foolish of me. 
They refused to tell me anything. So I called a colleague I have there, and he 
made some calls to the coroner's office and hospitals. It turned out Susan died of 
hepatitis. I also determined that your friend Tiffany contracted hepatitis, but she 
survived and returned to America."

"Hepatitis…but…how'd they get that? Where'd it come from?"

"They were sharing a needle at a night club. Two young Czech men who were 
with them contracted hepatitis as well. One died, the other survived."

"Shit…Tiff had said that in Prague we were gonna..."

"Yes, Kimberly. I recall you telling me that you were planning to experiment with 
'smack', as you say it, in Prague. With needles, I presume?"

Kim nodded her head. She stared blankly at the floor, not really knowing what to 
think. She no longer really considered Susan her friend, but still, the shock of 
knowing she was dead…

"I suppose this is a terrible blow to you. I believe your mother might know more 
than I do, although you can relay to her what I learned from my Czech colleague. 
You may call her from my office if you wish."

Kim quickly dialed home. She talked to her mother, telling her a censored version 
about her participation in the Day of the Dead Ceremony. However, she quickly 
got to the reason she called. It turned out that it was only by chance her parents 
even learned about Susan's death. They had missed the obituary when it first came 
out in July, but when Mr. Lee was unfolding old newspapers to clean up an oil 
spill in the garage, he just happened to notice the name Susan Taylor on one of 
the pages. Needless to say, he was shocked to read that his daughter's friend had 
died only a week after she had been sentenced in Upper Danubia. Kim's parents 
called the Taylors, who verified that, yes indeed, their daughter had died in 
Prague in July. They refused to talk about it further and abruptly hung up. Mrs. 
Lee decided to forward the obituary to Vladim Dukov. Kim then relayed what 
Dukov had told her about what he learned from his end. Kim's mother had a final 
question for her.

"Honey, I need to know something, and you need to be honest with me. If you had 
gone to Prague, you would have gone to that nightclub with Tiffany and Susan, 
right?"

"Yeah, Mom. I was gonna go."

"And shoot up?"

"Yeah."

"Honey, how could you? How could you do that to us?"

"Mom, I don't know why…it just would have happened…we were partying…"

"And you would have died of hepatitis! Just like Susan!"

"Yeah…Mom…that's what would've happened."

Suddenly Kim heard her mother crying on the other end of the line. Finally Mrs. 
Lee pulled herself together enough to continue.

"Honey, I…can't talk to you right now. But I gotta talk to Mr. Dukov."

Dukov took the receiver. He sat quietly as Kim's mother cried into the phone. 
Finally he started to answer some questions.

"No, Mrs. Lee…there is nothing like that here…Our laws are much stricter…Yes, 
Mrs. Lee…I assure you I will watch after her…Maybe you are right, Mrs. Lee, 
maybe it was for the best she was arrested...Thank you, Mrs. Lee, but it was my 
duty as a Spokesman for the Criminal, nothing more…Thank you, Mrs. 
Lee…Yes, you too, Mrs. Lee, please take care of yourself."

Dukov hung up. He folded his hands and looked at Kim.

"Do you remember what I told you a few days ago, when I said that had you not 
been arrested, it was quite possible your experience may have ended elsewhere 
under equally bad, or even worse, circumstances? That I told you that if you 
believe yourself unlucky, to please give that consideration? Do you remember 
that?"

"Yes Spokesman Dukov, I remember that."

"I believe we now know where, and when, your experience would have ended. 
You life would have ended in a Prague hospital, on or around July 12. Is that not 
so?"

"Yes, Spokesman. That is so."

"Kimberly, you will understand that you cheated Death. Is that not so?"

"Yes, Spokesman Dukov. That is so."

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Criminal # 98945 spent the rest of the day writing an essay about her feelings. It 
most certainly was something she wanted to share with her friends at the Socrates 
Club. They needed to know. Kim's story was worth hearing, because there were 
plenty of lessons to be learned from it. She sat writing for the entire morning at a 
spare desk in the reception area, in spite of having not slept the previous night. 
Dukov looked over his client's text in the afternoon and made some minor 
corrections to make some of the imagery more understandable to a Danubian 
audience, and then helped her translate.

That night the Socrates Club was full. The night after the Day of the Dead 
ceremonies always was a time when plenty of club-goers had a lot on their minds, 
so it was one of the few nights of the year with no music, just criminals talking 
about their thoughts and experiences. There were over 40 speakers altogether. 
However, no one was rushed. The speakers could take their time and speak their 
minds. The song-writers listened attentively. Usually the night after the equinox 
was one of their best for gathering ideas and phrases for their music.

The night after the equinox Criminal # 98945 gave her second reading at the 
Socrates Club. She had not had time to practice her speech and was horribly tired. 
However, she spoke from her heart, even more so than she had spoken about her 
bicycle. As Kim spoke the obituary clipping describing the death of Susan Taylor 
made its rounds through the audience. She spoke at length about her feelings of 
betrayal. She spoke about the feelings of guilt and relief over not having been in 
that disco in Prague when that poisoned needle was passed to her two friends. 
Finally she spoke of the pain of having her own mother cry on Dukov's phone 
over her stupidity and her narrow escape. The thoughts were burned into her soul, 
making up for the fact she had not had time to practice her speech. The audience 
was silent after Kim finished speaking. For a moment the American stood at the 
microphone, also in silence, as tears ran down her cheeks. Finally she added, in 
accented but flawless Danubian:

"The police woman who arrested me kept calling me 'Maragana Girl'. I hated her 
for doing that, but who knows? Maybe she knows me better than I know myself. 
Maybe that's all I am…just the stupid 'Maragana Girl'."

Kim stepped off the stage to rejoin her boyfriend and his classmates. For a couple 
of minutes she sat in her seat, crying while Sergekt tried to comfort her. Around 
the room sympathetic glances went in her direction. Finally she managed to calm 
down. That night other criminals had stories to tell. Kim owed it to the others to 
listen with respect and try…try to understand.

