'Who is the policeman's wife really' - Part 3 of the series 'Bourgeois Desires' by Karin Sawetz


Series 'Bourgeois Desires' by Karin Sawetz

Part 3: 'Who is the policeman's wife really?'


Part 2: 'The nice wife of the policeman'
Part 1: 'The dark side of a counselor's life'
The story about the Austrian state counselor (in German 'Hofrat') is purely fictional and inspired by a dream by the series' author Karin Sawetz.  

"The Hofrat is only a perverse civil servant who benefits from the system. He doesn't belong to the far-left nor to the far-right group in our justice and executive system we are observing," she says to her husband, the policeman. "So, what's your advice? Do you have any order by your department?" - "No, currently not. They reacted amused when they heard from the disgusting action of the Hofrat - a typical sociopath - and meant that the rats move on the tracks of the system's weakness across the whole country. They monitor an increasing amount of executions of search warrants. Such persons like the Hofrat are dirt and cause a sort of pollution or statistical dust where the politically motivated house searches are hidden by many inconspicuous police operations which are used internally to destabilize society or a team - such as yours."

It was obvious that the police officer doesn't feel comfortable thinking about the situation when his partners laughed about the accusations against his wife. Well, they didn't and will never know that she belongs to a secret service team which protects the state and its citizens from criminal organisations inside the justice and executive system. But he worked with these men for so long, he trusted them in dangerous operations - he can't forget their other, dirty faces they've shown him recently. The next time one secures him with a Glock (the service weapon of the Austrian police), the policeman won't get his hand off his own gun. Who knows!

"I can't understand why the algorithm can't separate the 'perverse' house searches from the politically motivated?" the police officer asks his wife, a computer specialist of the Austrian secret service and responsible for data collection and interpretation. "Because they can trick the data. In March this year, daily news papers reported about the increasing amount of house searches - in the most cases without results; do you remember? Even the official Austrian secret service BVT was attacked by a house search. Recently, they've sent again troops - very catchpenny - to supposed criminals and justified this way - it was against Nazis, many future operations; future operations against supposed criminals whose only offense is to fit into the perverse fantasies of a Hofrat, for example. As I pointed out before, the statistical dust of such, let's call it 'Hofrat'-operations shouldn't be underestimated. State attorneys don't want loose their jobs, and they don't have enough resources to check correctly the increasing amount of requests for house searches. So, the attorneys scribble their signature under any documents - better getting entangled into a corrupt system than loosing the existence! The Hofrat isn't politically motivated; my team knows about his criminal, abnormal tendencies and we have also several recordings provided by brothels and prostitutes. He was already thrown out of a brothel," the secret service agent laughs, "Yes really, he was thrown out together with a prominent media manager. The owner of the brothel sent them red wine as message that they should get drunk at home. They've abused women in a very sick way. We also know that many from inside the system fear the force of this group of men who are united, yes mutually secured by very special sexual desires - especially by the knowledge about each other's lust."

Part 4: 'Woke up!'

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