10 December 2013, Oslo, Norway:
The hitherto largely unknown Organisation for the Prohibition of Chemical Weapons (OPCW) receives the Nobel Peace Prize, is happy about the free publicity, the effects of which surpass those of all its previous image campaigns, and is relieved – in light of the prize money of 1.25 million $ – to finally be able to pay the outstanding bills for the aforementioned image campaigns.
When accepting the prize, Ahmet Üzümcü, the General Director of the OPCW, is not aware of the irony that lies in his organisation receiving this prize this year because a dictator in Syria gasses his own population to death, unchallenged by the rest of the world. With exactly those chemical weapons, the prohibition and destruction of which the OPCW is striving for. But even Üzümcü cannot hide a certain surprise about the fact that after the European Union, the IPCC, the IAEO and the UN, another well-funded international organisation and their well-paid employees are rewarded for doing their job – often unsuccessfully even. But in this moment, Üzümcü is just happy that the award ceremony is on a Tuesday. He would have hated to give up a weekend for this.
10 December 2013, Birmingham, UK:
“What else is required, beyond getting shot in the head by the Taliban?” a 16-year old girl wonders, trying to hide her incomprehension and disappointment behind her eternal smile. But she cannot hide her feelings from her father, who takes her hand and tires to comfort her: “Maybe next year.”
“Bullshit! Next year they will find another organisation of couch potatoes,” Malala Yousafzai, thinks, but only says: “Yes, maybe next year.” At least her book is selling well.
10 December 2013, Chernogolovka, Russia:
For weeks, the thermometer hasn’t crept above the freezing point. One apartment block looks like the next: grey, large, ugly. It’s good to leave Moscow, but 25 miles are not enough to escape this Moloch of a city. Maybe one could get used to all of this, but for someone who spent the last winter on Hawaii, this is the ice-cold version of hell.
By revealing not only one, but plenty of espionage affairs, he lost his freedom, his way of life and his girlfriend. He is stuck in Russia. Watching the Nobel Prize award ceremony on the evening news, he sees the representatives of all those states who have declined his request for asylum. Actually, most of them hadn’t even bothered to reply to his requests at all. There they are sitting, clapping and celebrating and making speeches, while he is getting ever more cold and desperate. “Yes, it was worth it”, Edward Snowden will continue to say when he will be asked, but he is no longer so sure about it.
10 December 2013, Jinzhou, China:
The Nobel Peace Prize laureate of 2010 is sitting in a prison cell at Jinzhou and doesn’t learn about any of this. Nobody cares for him; neither the Nobel Prize committee, thereby letting the prize degenerate to a farce, nor the preceding or subsequent laureates.
“I would cherish any visit by my wife more than this bloody prize,” Liu Xiaobo thinks and is afraid that he will end up like Carl von Ossietzky, who remained imprisoned by the Nazis until his death despite having won the Nobel Peace Prize for 1935. Liu tries to remember when that prize last had a real positive effect on some cause, but sleep overcomes his weakened body.
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