Air force zero and another new yearby Mark Kitto / January 25, 2012 / Leave a comment
Published in February 2012 issue of Prospect Magazine
Our local air force radar station doesn’t officially exist. Its junior personnel are friendly when we meet unless an officer is about—then they cut me dead, as if I didn’t exist. So to get a call from the station was a surprise, more so when a serviceman told me his leaders were coming to the mountain and wanted to visit our coffee shop “to sample the western-style atmosphere.”
We were closed that day and I was going to a lunch banquet which was bound to involve serious drinking. But the chance to meet a senior air force officer was too good to pass up—not that I wanted to pry. I agreed to open specially, after lunch.
The lunch was attended by some police, one of whom asked me what I thought about Britain going to war again. It turned out he was referring to Syria; the Chinese press must have been getting ahead of themselves. I avoided getting plastered and my excuse that I had to open shop for the air force was accepted with grace.
I went to the coffee shop, opened up and waited. The visitors were late and when they eventually arrived they weren’t in uniform. In fact, they weren’t even in the air force. They were six suit-wearing executives representing a large state-owned company—one which denies all connection to the military—and they were in the area to check on a major property development.
One was a party “princeling,” a son of a previous leader. He had studied business at a well-known British university. Over a bottle of whisky he asked me to open a coffee shop in the development, rent free. I politely declined, whereupon his deputy asked if he could take some photographs. Seems like I was the one being pried into, not the other way round.