“Yes, the rules are that. You call the Consulate and then you have to call back. My name is Ilan, I work in the internal security.
How can you not get through?
Now I’ll dial it myself. Well, here, I called and got through.
Why don’t you get through?”
“I don’t know why this is so. Unfortunately, I’m not that smart. You call and get through, he will call and get through, anyone else will call and get through, but we don’t. We have been trying to contact our friends from Eilat for over a year.”
“Well, if there is no call to you, come back after two pm, I will try to help you.”
“It’s about two pm, Yaron, let’s go, let’s go again. We need to get a reception.”
“Why did you come? You were told that they would call you.” – the guard asked us.
“But nobody called us.”
“Wait, they will call back.”
“This is a senseless waiting. We’ve been calling our friends for over a year now and can’t get through to them.”
“How can this be?”
“I don’t know how to explain. This is paranormal.”
“Maybe you can also tell us that you saw a flying saucer?”
“This is not funny. Our Life depends on whether we will be able to go home. We, as illegal immigrants, should wander through the streets of Georgia and die here from hunger and cold?”
“No, wait for your call back. Here’s a call, pick up the phone.”
“Yes, thanks. Good afternoon.”
“Good afternoon! I will now transfer you to an employee of the Consulate. The conversation will be in Hebrew. Wait.”
The wait lasted for several minutes.
“Yaron, take the phone, talk.”
My son had been talking for a long time when I began to clearly feel and understand that he was again conducting a conversation with a fake.
“Yaron, we need an appointment, appointment time for tomorrow, or at least see a representative of the Consulate for three to five minutes.”
“Maayan, everything is fine. This nice woman promises to contact four ministries within a month and help us in everything. She will call back, we can safely go home.”
“That’s great. Thank you. But ask her name and can we see her or make an appointment?”
“Why? She will call.”
“Yaron, ask her name, can you see her and sign up?”
“Why? She will call back.”
“Yaron, okay, this nice man, the guard does not understand, but you understand that now we will come to the hostel and it will be written to us “Ha-ha! Moron! “And there won’t be any call. This is a fake conversation. And what are we going to do next? Die on the street?”
“You make up, Maayan. This is the vice-consul, her name is Maya. She is very nice and attentive.”
“Yaron, I am already filled with despair that we will not get to the Consulate.”
“The chief of security came down here. You can talk to her.” – the guard turned to us.
“Yes, thanks! Excuse me, what are we going to do? We are not getting calls. Please write us down.”
“How can you not get through? Do you have a phone?”
“Yes, there is. But it doesn’t work well.”
“Let’s check. Look, they called you, but you didn’t pick up the phone. Why didn’t you pick up the phone?”
“The call is quiet, the phone is not working well.”
“Let me call you. Well, there is a call. So wait, they call you back, everything is fine. Go home or I’ll call the police.”
“But I know that there will be no call, and we will continue to wait and as a result we will only have to live on the street as illegal immigrants. What should we do? Understand that you are depriving us of the opportunity to return home, the right to life. So call the police, maybe it’s at least some way to be heard.”
The chief of security went inside the building and soon returned.
“Pick up the phone, they call you” ― she said.
“Yes, good afternoon.”
“I can make an appointment for tomorrow at 10:00 am. Are you satisfied?”
“Of course. Thanks a lot!”
“Thank you! We were written down for an appointment for tomorrow at 10 am. I hope it’s true. See you!”
“How many years I have been working here, I have never heard anything like it. But I wish you good luck! You must of course return home.” – the guard said to us at parting.
We no longer really hoped, but the next day the meeting with the Consul did take place. Moreover, not with an employee of the Consulate, but with the Consul.
“A very pleasant woman, this Consul. She reassured us and said that she would send inquiries to the army and social services.
Now we have been written down for October 19 so that we can find out the results of the requests.
Yaron, what did she say about the rooms where it is possible can sit out quarantine for those who have not rented an apartment?”
“She said that they are terrible ― there are bars on the windows, rats and cockroaches are running around and they are usually located in basements, the door is locked with a key and fed with some kind of slipslop.”
“She couldn’t say that.”
“So it was again a fake. Yes, the conversation was right through the handset, as if over the phone.
It means that at some point a fake came in.”
“Yeah, it’s amazing, or maybe not. Why all these endless fakes? Okay, Yaron, let’s hurry to the train to Batumi, and on October 18 we will return here with our things and plan an nearby departure home.”
So, October 19 came …
“Well, here we are again in Tbilisi. It is somehow more fun here than in Batumi, as if some fresh breeze is blowing and there are much fewer rainy and cloudy days. Today’s meeting at the Consulate was less pleasant than the first, but the main thing we were told that you’re not even an evader, so you shouldn’t be afraid to return. Let’s go and get ready for home.”
To be continued…