Thus, a few days ago an Austrian woman returned home after a vacation spent in Primosten and – imagine her gall…! Instead of telling her girlfriends about the great time she had on our Adriatic, our dear guest went to the Police and reported that she had been raped on a blue Adriatic beach by four policemen from Primosten. Naturally, the Interpol got involved in the story, and the case also ended up in Croatian newspapers. The newspapers, in turn, faithful to their compassion for victims developed during the glorious days of the Homeland War, displayed more suspicion regarding the veracity of the Austrian woman’s story than compassion for a possible victim. The newspapers presented as relevant information stories of those who not only did not see anything but were also quite convinced that in their honest and honorable town it could not have happened that policemen push under threat of arms a foreign woman in a car, drive her to a deserted beach and then give her what she had come for to the Adriatic, but was too shy to ask for.
Thus, residents of Primosten recalled in front of journalist how the Austrian woman was sort of strange, how she behaved funny, how they could not stand her… Someone remembered seeing her very tipsy on the night of the alleged rape – hey man, she could really drink a lot! Then they recalled that about twenty days ago a rumor about some sort of trouble spread, that the police searched the beach and visited people who lived nearby… Of course, this was immediately followed by the conclusion that no one could have been raped at the beach because – well, the beach is never deserted! And the collocutors, to the last one, repeated the conclusion that the ungrateful guest made up the whole story only to harm Croat tourism, against which the whole crazy world is conspiring. The world that, instead of coming here, where in theory nothing bad could happen to it, instead goes to places where, silly as it is, it believes to be having a better time, more fun, and paying less.
In the end, three policemen recalled bumping that night into the Austrian woman, recalled that they had given her a lift to her hotel, but they reject accusations of any sexual contact – please, they would not have touched her with a stick! – let alone a rape. And then the first fundamental objection of residents of Primosten and media conveyors of their insensitive observations to the veracity of the whole story was shaken up – how come the raped fraulein did not ask for medical assistance? Namely, the Interpol has information that a medical examination was, indeed, conducted. In Croatia. The other basic objection of the stirred up populace was as follows: why did she report the rape in Austria instead of reporting it here? Or in free translation of the protectors of the endangered Primosten tourist honor – why did not she report to us that we had raped her?! From the point of view of the victim, substituted for that from plastic stools of Primosten voyeurs – does anything make more sense than to report a rape to the policemen who had raped you? But, what do we care about that possible but unlikely victim that is spitting on our tourist pride and our traditional hospitality?!
And then a stamp was stuck to this postcard from the Adriatic. In guise of a newspaper headline: Did the Austrian woman dream of a rape in Primosten? Did the Austrian woman dream of a rape in Primosten? – jokingly asks Slobodna Dalmacija. Without an inkling that the woman may still be dreaming of that rape. And that she may dream of it until the end of her life. And that she may scream in sleep. And that she does not scream – as small town jerk-offs imagine – in ecstasy. But in horror.