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By Kamal Ali, Azerbaijan
"… He was walking along the streets turning around every now and then: he was possessed by the fear of hearing the sound of brakes behind, of speechless goons seizing him by the arms and taking him to the cellar where they would beat him for having dared to insult the Great Fuehrer. However, he kept on walking and nobody seemed to take care of him. At the newsstand he stopped to buy the English and French newspapers: the front pages depicted caricatured images of Hitler and Gering. He gave a silent laugh and immediately a feeling of fear came over him." (From: Julian Semenov's ‘’Seventeen moments of spring”)
These lines describing the feelings and emotions of professor Pleishner, who after having lived in Germany for many years found himself in the streets of the Swiss capital came to my mind while I was walking no, not in Switzerland, but in the Swedish Stockholm city. In September there were held parliamentary elections and Media Center sent us there, seven Azerbaijani journalists, for the purpose of studying the work of Mass Media at the elections.
It was pretty cold in Stockholm. Cheerful and pleasant looking people were hurrying on errands. No crowd, no pushing one another in the underground. On the contrary, the Swedes and Swedish emigrants readily made way for one another and friendly smiled at strangers. I was deeply touched by the sight of kindergarten children making their way in single file to the park- each child was wearing a special phosphorescent vest for the drivers to see the children from a distance.
We met with the local journalists, politicians and ombudsman. Some facts were known to us before visiting the democratic country, the others proved to be quite shocking for the Azerbaijani journalists. For example, corruption does exist in Sweden. There is even a stadium the construction of which has been going on for a year and yet has not been completed. But the editor-in-chief of the “Focus” journal who had told us about the peculation of the construction money proudly noted: “ corruption exists, but journalists do reveal all such cases and the government ,in its turn, harshly punishes peculators”.
There even exists street crime in Sweden and the same editor-in-chief telling us about the powerful gang of Swedish bikers confessed that they had held a discussion as to either to write about that gang or to take certain safety precautions. And the staff arrived at a conclusion that the life of journalists is much worthier since no one would be able to protect the editorial office from the acts of vandalism committed by bikers.
But what struck us most was the complete absence of any observers at the Swedish elections. There is no need for them, since they have nothing to monitor and control. If violations do take place at polling stations they are of accidental character- some ballots have been placed too close to the voters than the others and the party indignated by this demands the ballots be rearranged. Or while counting the votes the ballots have been put in the wrong folder and the party demands election results be recounted. However, even in the absence of complaints election results are always recounted three times.
The fact that the October elections in Azerbaijan were monitored by more than one and a half thousand observers was proudly proclaimed on television by Mazahir Panakhov, head of the Central Electoral Committee.
We visited the parliament of Sweden- Richstag under which walls the local xenophobia fighters held their rallies. In September the Swedish nationalists won the parliamentary elections which sparked protests by antinationalists who are free to hold them wherever they want. And no one ever prevents them from doing so.
Again I remembered poor Pleishner …
Rahib Kazimli, former reporter of the “Yeni Musavat” newspaper, came to visit us in the hotel on our third day in Stockholm. He was among those who fled from Azerbaijan right after the presidential elections in 2003 after it had become obvious that all the participants of night disturbances in Baku would be jailed for a long time.
The political émigré who had not worked even a single day in Sweden came in a new “ Volvo”. The Swedish government pays for whatever the emigrant may wish including recreation for his family and salary of the Azerbaijani language teacher for the children of the national community. We arrived at his flat the size people of middle class buy in Baku. We ate dolma, Azerbaijani plov, drank well and I proposed a toast to Ilham Aliyev, thanks to whom Rahib and his family live in a rich, just and democratic country without thinking of returning to the refugee dormitory in Baku ( Rahib was born in Fizuli). The political émigré and his friend – family guest politely rejected my idea and assured me that I could write about them whatever I wanted. In Sweden they have nothing to be afraid of.
And again I remembered professor Pleishner’s worries …
by Kamal Ali