Detained...

I am afraid that MY version of today's story is not the most interesting angle (not being the detainee), but I shall share it nonetheless. B and I arrived back at the gates to Naz City early today as it was the last day of work... and as we were getting out of the taxi, the security guard rushed up to us and asked if we spoke Kurdish, Kurdi dazani? I replied that we didn't, but he continued talking rapidly anyway. All I was able to catch were the odd words: mamosta (teacher), Sallahadin (name of an area), asaish (police station) being the main ones.... oh yes, and the name of our University. We explained that we didn't teach at Sallahadin and went back to our block where we ran into Tf. After hearing our story, he told us that at 3:40-something AM, he had missed a phone call from another teacher with whom we had all been out at the Edge with earlier in the evening... and whom none of us had seen since the time when we left the bar.

2+2=___.

Anyway, we all went back to the front gate and had the guard talk to a Kurdish university administrator over my mobile. After hanging up, he apologized and attempted explaining the situation again. This time, armed with new information and assisted by the guard's emphatic guesturing, we were able to understand that the teacher had come back late. And rather than walk around the huge complex to the entrance, he climbed over the wall, was seized by guards and taken to the Police Station. The police took away all his things (including his phone) and so he sat there from 3:40-something AM until approximately 2:00 PM today when admin went to rescue him. I guess it is good to know that security is stricter with people climbing into the complex than people climbing from apartment to apartment over balconies (Scroll down to July 13th).