The third day.
John started calling again:
"Ma'am, I have explained the situation to your superior, can you"
John kept contacting the immigration office, but before he could finish speaking, the other party interrupted.
"Wait a moment." John continued to be patient and stayed for a while.
"Please wait a moment, sir." The immigration office found another reason, saying that it needed to investigate the child's background.
John said angrily, "What? You can? You do a background check on a three-month-old child."
But the other party gave such an answer, and John was helplessly rejected again.
The fourth day.
John called again, but the other party said to wait a moment.
John came out in anger.
He started shouting: "Can you please stop making me wait? I've been waiting for an hour and a half."
"Wait a moment." The other party didn't care about John's waiting time at all.
"Can you please stop making me wait? I've been waiting for an hour and a half." John repeated to the customer service.
"Wait a moment." The other party responded as ruthlessly as an AI intelligent person.
This time it brings endless waiting.
John couldn't stand these so-called customer service excuses.
During the day he could only give up, but at night it was time to torture him.
Before John went to sleep, the scene of him being pushed forward by Long Zhan and Ahmed on the mountain kept popping up in his mind.
Although his wife was sleeping next to John, John closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
The scene of Ahmed feeding him water suddenly appeared in his mind, and the scene of Long Zhan killing the Taliban suddenly appeared in his mind, and his face was gradually covered with blood.
John was frightened by these scenes and woke up, breathing heavily and sweating all over his body.
It was impossible to go back to sleep.
But the wife was unaware of John's awakening.
Unknowingly, it was the 9th day.
John would not give up so easily and continued to call to inquire about the visa.
"We first have to figure out how to make sure their visas are issued, and then I can figure out how to find them."
John was really worried about their various inconsistent answers and lack of correct guidance.
No matter how he asked, the other party still had no definite answer.
"Would you abandon your wife and children? Would you?" John had lost his mind. All that was left was anger, and he could only vent his anger on the customer service.
"He disappeared with his whole family, all because of you." When John went to bed at night, the image of what Declan said to him emerged again, as well as the scene of Ahmed cutting wood to make bed boards for him.
John has no memory of the previous one. Now as time goes by, the memories are picked up bit by bit.
On the 12th day.
John persisted in calling the customs.
"I've given you all the information. I've given the information to your superiors," John said to the other party.
"No, I'm not a relative. He is Afghan." John was so angry that they vomited blood.
"Wait for your grandma to get fucked." John couldn't bear it any longer and started swearing.
"If you make others wait for an hour and a half, their mentality will explode." John yelled, and this communication ended in vain.
At night, John couldn't sleep well again.
Walking around the bedroom with a headache.
The wife was awakened by John's behavior and couldn't sleep. She couldn't sleep or eat well when she saw John being tortured. She thought about the visa scene every day.
I feel very distressed inside. However, he was helpless on the side.
The wife could only comfort John and pat him.
The torture at night did not stop John from consulting about visas, but instead accelerated the number of calls John made during the day.
John: "."
customer service:"."
John: "Yes ma'am, yes."
John: "Yes, the letter is right here with me.!"
John: "Colonel Masters, yes, it's from Colonel Masters. Okay, so how long does it take to issue it."
Customer service: "At least nine months, sir."
"What. Nine months? They can't wait nine months. If they have to wait nine months, they will be dead." John suddenly burst out from his previous calmness.
At night, it was time to awaken John's memory again. John had become accustomed to the torture every night.
On the 35th day, John called again.
At this time, John was already unshaven and had no intention of cleaning up his image.
Even holding a wine glass and starting to drink heavily, all he could think about was how to help Ahmed get a visa. This matter had deeply occupied his entire life.
Because of this incident, John has aged a lot in just over a month. He is very decadent every day and looks like he has no love left in his life.
During the day, John called again as usual:
Customer service: "You have been contacted by the US Immigration Service. Can I help you?"
John: "Are you going to make me wait again?" It seemed to be expected.
"Okay, let me wait again." Before the other party could speak, John had already finished answering for him.
Customer service: "If you can wait for me for a minute, sir..." Before he finished speaking, John immediately interrupted.
"No, no, no, don't put the phone down, don't put the phone down." John shouted excitedly.
"Don't delay... In a short while, sergeant, I will find someone to help you!" This time the other party replied politely.
"How dare you! Ask me to wait again, and I will come to you." John, under the influence of alcohol, began to vent his emotions and smash things without caring about the staff.
While smashing, he yelled at the other party: "Make me wait again, please, what's your name! Ah! I want to sue you!"
Then the whole person fell to the ground drunkenly.
He simply lay down on the ground and roared: "What is your name? I will go to your house. Damn it, I will find you."
The whole room was hypnotized by his voice, which was elongated.
"Someone is in trouble, I will find you." Under the stimulation of alcohol, John became completely angry and cursed wildly.
John not only tortured the customer service to death, but he also couldn't control his emotions and became even more crazy.
In order to vent his dissatisfaction, he directly hit the window with a hammer, smashing his own window into pieces.
Then he fell to the ground, dazed.
But even if he lay down drunk, he still had this in his mind:
The scene of Ahmed bandaging his wounds, the scene of changing clothes, the scene of taking off the GPS from his hand, the scene of lying on the cart with the water, grass, and sky flashing before his eyes...
Scene after scene, scene after scene of Ahmed and Long Zhan carrying John across a thousand-mile ridge with bare hands and feet, flashed in John's mind like a movie. (End of chapter)
