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reluctantly follow orders and lies flat on their stomachs.

“It is 13.20 and you have been arrested. Please get in the vehicle."
One of the two remaining officers has now also pulled his gun, and is now

standing with his legs placed around the two boys on the ground.

"Slowly get up and stand by the police car with your hands on the front end!"
They get up and stand with their hands on the police car. The look on their faces

clearly indicates that the game is lost. Now the two neglected boys at an

orphanage.
The officers are quick to frisk the boys. They empty out the insides of the

pockets, so the contents are tumbling down onto the tiles of the market square.
The officers seize the opportunity to throw the boys' mobile phones hard on the

tiles so they break.

"Hands on your back!" the officer commands, as both boys get handcuffed.
“What the hell have we done, man? Are you a racist?" says the oldest looking of

the two lads. He has a hard time hiding his crying voice.

"Into the car, and in silence!" says the officer, pushing the boy towards in the car
door with his gun.

“Why did you smash our phones? You pigs! "
The youngest of the boys still keeps his mouth shut, as he hurries to get into the

car, looking down at the floor.

"Get in, stay calm," the officer says to the oldest one, and both officers grab the
boy hard in each arm and throw him in the back seat next to the other boy,

locking the car door. The officers pick up the boy's stuff from the tiles in a plastic

bag, then gets into the car and drives away quickly.