Natasha was a Russian spy. Belonging to one of the most powerful Russian families, which had even been able to keep property and name during the soviet period, the Lenco, she lived in some kind of unreal world, where names had still some kind of meaning, though, as she was Russian, she would never make prevail her origins in a too obvious manner, supposing that this was of evidence, which was, we must say, still the case in Russia, though nowhere else. It is a fact that she had never left Russia, and thus had never been confronted to a world, where such things had simply no meaning anymore.
She had become a spy accidentally, because those family members are always situated somewhere in Russia, enter circles of influence without their precise knowledge, as if the Russian new, that there are things worth to be kept coming from longest traditions and acquisitions made through history that have little to do with sceals and titles. She was making some kind of silly paperwork after having studied law, followed by someone who appeared to her has a psychiatrist, Yurevna, and who in fact was nothing but an extreme powerful link to the Kremlin. The Lenco family did traditionally not show any awareness of being in knowledge of any such links, and thus, Natasha went every week to give her ‘inform’ as she said with some kind of bored or annoyed mood, to her psychiatrist. She was living with her family. Her brother had married and had left the house, but she stayed there, between the old walls, a home nobody entered and nobody knew about. In fact, something was boiling behind her normally very quiet and obedient appearance that produced crashes with her father, who didn’t know anymore very well how to deal with his daughter. As she thought her work extremely boring, dreaming while looking out of the window with heroic acts that would change the world, or even make of Russia a ‘mother for the world’ as she said, slightly changing in her positions from a ‘world power for the nation’ to ‘a personal heroic act’, she was enchanted when by circumstances a little bit out of the common, she was told to follow ‘a possible link of unknown origin’ appeared as ally or enemy in Yugoslavia a little bit before the Kosovo war. Perhaps little will ever know about how things happen and are organized in darkness, as we usually do only have the official version, and thus nobody will ever know, that still being very young, she was the one who ‘invited’ Ivanoff, the then minister of foreign affairs, to turn back his plane on the way to a money lend in the US, to Russia, when the Kosovo war started, by saying: “There are principles still.”
It doesn’t matter if it isn’t true, the fact is that we have to learn to be more suspicious about reality, and try to learn from the very appearance of appearance how the mechanisms work behind. Exercise:How do you imagine a spy?Take an event and try to understand how you think it is linked to other events that may reveal the mechanisms involved. Natasha was quite young and though considered by Yurevna of extreme intelligence, ‘the brightest Russian I have ever met’ she wrote in her silent informs, Natasha never knew about. Of course we don’t know whether to attribute these compliments to the power of seduction of Natasha or to an objective fact. Yurevna would say though ‘that she seemed to have some kind of affective dysfunction’ and used to call her tenderly the ‘polar bear’, while talking to her. If she will help us or not to solve the problem of quanta will become visible soon. The pieces she put in the puzzle, brought directly from the oldest Russian tradition, look as follow: She was searching, after having very quickly got many stars of ranks in the Services of Intelligence, which were due perhaps to the bright movements of Yurevna dealing with information which were the result of Natasha’s interaction with the before mentioned ‘agent’, called in her informs sometimes ‘anonymous’, sometimes the ‘mysterious agent’, so that she soon became the member of the most eliterian corps of the SI, called the ‘Angels’ (in Russian), for a contact in Israel in order to efficiently fight against some mafia, which were exactly using the gap existing in the communication between different national SI’s, in order to do their work and ravage established society, as Natasha used to say. In fact, she was searching for some kind of interaction with the US, and knowing that suspicion was the only territory of communication between the two nations, she thought that Israel, as having quite a lot of Jews coming from Russia, and as many in the US, may do the perfect though somewhat shaking bridge.
Having a look in her informs, she seemed seduced by someone who was said ‘owner’ of the Hotel King David, in Jerusalem, a woman of about 42, small, with blond short cut hair, thin, married, and supposed to be quite rich, with links in the US. Even Russians do get seduced by appearance, our soldier thought, just smiling. In fact, it was not difficult to make the contact. Natasha looked always so innocent, that she might have been accused of anything but of being a spy, and her references to tradition and family did seem to open incredible doors everywhere. The reason Natasha had, so quickly, won so many stars, was that she intelligently introduced somewhat archaic methods of information transmission in a world where computers and electronics seemed to have concentrated all human efforts. An article appearing in a newspaper, a cd forgotten in a bar, papers left in a film case, all sorts of strange way of getting in touch with people who could loose their lives if contacted in different ways. Having thus arrived to Jerusalem, she first tried to know whether her ‘signs’ were understood, in order to establish a communication which may seem secure to her. Strangely though, her references had been misunderstood, and she had been evaluated by the owner as belonging to some kind of mafia, identified as the ‘arkouda’ (bear in Greek). The owner, on the other hand, was trying to shake the situation in the middle Orient: hunted by the US for a problem with taxes, she had left the country thinking to find a secure refuge in Israel, which she hated, though. She was thinking of finding a home in France by doing what she thought ‘a favour’ to them. As Israel had taken open position in favour of the war in Irak, Europe did disagree with, she thought it would be easy to push trough Russia or China the Arabic countries to a war against Israel, and make appear her turbulent involvement as a card that may open to her the French doors.
Chinese wisdom
Personal egoism may have horrible consequences for nations whole.
Exercises:
A spy is nothing but the ability to get information we usually have no access to, which is a frequent behaviour. How do you put someone in confidence in order to make him say thing he would usually not say?
A communication system is the way we are linked to others, and there is no more beautiful way of loving than to establish a particular way of communication which would give to the relationship a singular character. Which way would you choose in order to relate to someone you would love?
Of course Natasha didn’t know anything about all this. The owner thought such, to introduce her poison in Russia through what she thought ‘mafia’. Having stolen great part of Israeli military secrets through someone attached to the army called Rafael, she was waiting for Natasha to come in order to give her the ‘present’ she had prepared for her. Natasha may have been involved in something which may not only have had as consequence the loss of her stars, but even her death. Luckily, our soldier, who had by then come out of prison, being somehow informed of the events through his friend, the one who had accused him, knowing on the other hand nobody would believe him if he said anything, decided to play the craziest game someone could ever imagine.
He went to have a coffee at King David, played convincingly enough the Russian, was contacted by Rafael who left his suitcase while giving as a pretext a bomb attack, and avoided the connection by simply not taking the suitcase. When Natasha arrived, she could not establish a real connection to the owner, who would simply not believe that she was Russian because … she arrived with a Russian passport. Strangely though, she was a little later contacted by someone who very openly said to be lieutenant general of the IA, and who seemed to have been informed by the owner of her pleasant stay inIsrael. Somewhat surprised by the coincident accidents, she decided to continue her plans, without too much spending a thought on how the links had been established, just considering, that sometimes, there are ‘lucky coincidences’. Of course she thought that the lieutenant general was everything but a lieutenant general, but she didn’t really care. Our soldier though had put his life in highest danger, which was going to further involve him in an organ traffic mafia, from where it would be quite difficult to get out. But this is another question. The fact is, Yurevna says in Russian, that we may consider it established, that the very character in nature of our soldier did allow him to play so convincingly a role that he avoided another disaster.
How may ‘banana split’ be the clue to the understanding of such an extremely complicated situation with international implications? We will try to find an answer in the following chapters.
The fact is that Natasha started to hunt psychopaths from then on, and even made the presumption that mafia bosses were nothing but schizophrenic psychopaths, argument that seemed to be convincing enough to Yurevna, as similarity in language could really be established. This is how our innocent mafia boss was about to be put in a psychiatric hospital, which he was obliged to accept, not the least felt hurt in his dignity but the accusation consisting in being said schizophrenic, which meaning he was lucky enough not to understand, but seemed to him less aggressive as more intellectual, than murder, terrorist or other. How though our mafia boss had fallen into Natasha’s trap? And how was it possible that Natasha confused schizophrenia with mafia language or vice versa? Which way may this be linked to the ‘suitcase affair’, which by the way had enormous feedback in Israel as if it symbolized in brief an extremely complex problematic?
To make the difference between schizophrenia and mafia language is not always easy, but possible. It is true that there are quite a lot of schizophrenic and psychopaths in mafia because of the similarity of language, which does not imply that all mafia is a ‘moving psychiatric hospital’ as Natasha would have put it. That symbol is used to refer ourselves to reality is not that strange. Though we have not made the pertinent studies, and using Yurevna’s language, it may be considered, that children without referential figure of father, do learn the mother’s language, which is tending to symbolic as not having the determined character of reference in identity to outer reality. Consequently the child does not necessarily know whether the said, when it can’t be confirmed by empirical evidence, does refer itself to outer or inner reality. He may thus develop a language, where words simply symbolize psychic reality and soon discover that this world has a proper logic where he feels very well. Consequently he will tend to search people he feels well with because they speak the same language and understand the same interactions. That these people are often found in the marginal realms of society might not be said of their fault: in fact society is established on strict codes of identity which make that these people do simply not understand how it works, so that they are unable to make a life inside of it. As society, on the other hand, does not leave the chance of legal interaction to people outside of codes of identity, they do necessarily do illegal jobs, if they want to survive.
These people though are different from schizophrenic or psychopaths because they are in fact exactly the contrary: ill people are ill because they are unable to make a synthesis of feeling. Mafia does move in feeling, and can’t be thus considered ill. The fact that they may appear as brutal is nothing but the side effect of another evidence: soul is as such almost always weaker than understanding. In order to keep balances that allow survival, the soul is obliged to take intuitive decisions that may imply what for another seems brutal. It is a fact though, that mafia would be incapable of what we may call ‘civilized brutalisation’: to promise without standing to someone’s word is something that may have evil consequences in mafia, and though one of the most common abnormities of civilized society. The differentiation of these two types of understanding does of course open a more theoretical question: mafia can be submitted to ill psychopaths if not integrated somehow in society, and become thus extremely dangerous or just become another way of saying the same things, if intelligently understood. As we will see, our mafia boss, in fact was trying to escape precisely to a psychopath: the Zatini Organ Mafia, established in Hamburg and ravaging Russia through a fake cigarette import export company. Unable to get into such dirty business, he fell into his own trap, and was lucky enough not to be understood. We can say that he was luckier than our other friend, Johnny: involved in diamond’s traffic and progressively pushed to some kind of paedophilia mafia, he put himself in prison, in Ecuador, where he seems to be fed well enough, though with little chances of getting out of there after having accused himself of murder.
Of course Natasha does still not know how to differentiate a psychopath from a ‘little angel’, who would appear, it is true, as a monster to any ‘politically correct’. But things we learn slowly and with time. We have some kind of news arriving at this very moment from our post in Jerusalem, which seem to indicate that some kind of explanation has been found for the events involving the lieutenant general. Consequently we may stop the flow of our stories in order to consider these, and see how far they may help us further.
In the meantime, just listen.
Here, BBC, british broadcast: the latest news.
Ici, radio Monaco, la resistance.
Hier, Zentrale. Hier, Zentrale.
SOS : Secret of State.
Exercises: Which kind of illegal business would you still justify? Which kind of crime is worth the death penalty in your understanding? Which mafia would you feel sympathy to? Are you afraid of violence or madness? Would you integrate some kind of mafia in society?
