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Zur Schau gestellt (1)

Nancy Johnson was no stranger to travel; as a free-lance writer and

photographer, she had spent much of her life abroad, visiting and writing about

innumerable locations about the world. At 54, she often went with her husband,

who followed his own pursuits while she engaged in authoring and illustrating

articles she would then plan to offer to those newspapers and magazines who

regularly utilized her literary style. With their children grown, Nancy and

Ralph had accustomed themselves to a life they enjoyed immensely, largely on

the road and often in little-known places.

Her life of travel had conditioned her to be rugged and adaptable, and both of

them had been blessed with good health. Ralph, more relaxed than Nancy,

devoted himself to archaeology and historical interests, occasionally teaching

and writing for professional journals. He was a moderately tall man, graying,

a bit older than Nancy at 57. She, physically strong and active, was a larger

woman, only slightly concerned at her weight of 160, with her short auburn hair

turning grey, something she declined to hide or camouflage. She bore her years

with grace, always as well groomed as the situation allowed.

Nor was she any stranger to trouble. In her travels, she had on occasion run

afoul of the law, and had learned patience and tolerance in dealing with the

world's bureaucracies. So far she had never run into any really serious legal

problems, and while she had ...

... in her younger years spent a night or two locked up

for minor offenses, her legal problems had always been solvable.

But now she faced a different situation. Ralph and Nancy had come to this

Caribbean Island nation, as much as tourists as journalists. In her zeal to

portray life as it was, Nancy had engaged in photographing some of the poorer

areas, including, she found out later, some religious rites and quasi-legal

drug trafficking activities which the government found embarrassing. In fact,

local law prohibited photography in some of these areas, and the government was

sensitive to being portrayed as tolerating what some would consider immoral,

backward, or indecent. She had been caught by the local police, who had

followed her while Ralph was elsewhere, and she soon found herself apprehended.

At this point it was determined that she lacked the proper visa for

journalistic work, and her she had neglected to obtain a required permit for

her camera and register with the government's office of foreign affairs as a

foreign writer.

Realizing she was in a bit of difficulty, she summoned her husband to the

police station. After the situation was explained to them, the police officer

in charge, Sgt. Melona, told them, very politely, of their options.

"You must understand that I do not make the laws, but these are our laws and we

are charged to administer them. Mrs. Johnson, you are charged with at least

five violations of ...