Inside the World of World Press Freedom Index
It has become a ritual for some people to look and despair, quite loudly, at the ‘death’ of their beloved free writer. The intensity of despair especially increases around this time of the year, when supposedly an autopsy report arrives, explaining the death in gruesome detail. It was a murder! A deed of the ‘orange man’, a slayer of quite renown among his tribesmen. The cries become louder, tears, of sorrow take over, they lash out at the ‘bad’ orange man with all their might and it continues for the rest of the year and the year after, till the murder takes place again and a new autopsy again confirms the killer. A question, however, comes up! Has anyone among the despair ridden seen the dead body? “Well, of-course we did!”, cries the crowd, and goes on to list the bruises and scratches that they saw. But the question was about the ‘dead body’. “The autopsy report says so, what’s your problem?”. “Well, what if the report is wrong?”, I retort. A wave of fury is triggered in the crowd. “What on earth are you talking?”, they exclaim in unison. “He is an agent of the orange tribe!”, shouts someone, as others give me angry glances. One among them explains, with visible irritation, “You see, it’s from the most reliable doctor, ever! He uses the most scientific method, of confirming death, ever! and you know is the most impartial doctor, ever! He lives far away, why would he want to frame orange man, he gives his services to all the tribes.”
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