Can I Have My Bookmark Back?

Years ago I was interviewed by the KGB. I was travelling through Eastern Europe and wanted to visit the USSR, this was when the USSR really was the USSR. I had all the right papers and my entry visa which included the full names of my great grandparents.  I had been through customs and had my luggage checked, I was waiting in the queue while the last checks on our tour bus were completed when I was taken out of the queue and escorted to a small room by two men wearing trilby hats and brown leather coats.  Neither of them identified themselves but I knew and I was terrified, my knees locked and my throat closed up.  Very politely and speaking perfect English they explained that they had noticed I had some novels in my luggage, they would like those novels and in exchange they would give me some books they thought I would enjoy. My first thoughts were all jumbled together; how did they know what I liked to read, what lovely leather coats they were wearing, the leather glowed in a rusty gold kind of way and what had "Jane Eyre", "Middlemarch" and "A Bridge Too Far" done to be confiscated. Of course I agreed, these charming handsome men could have had anything they wanted just so long as they didn't hurt me.  They gave me a set of beautifully made, wonderfully illustrated books on the history of Russian art. It wasn't until I was back on the coach driving towards Moscow that I realised they had my favourite bookmark, it had been marking my place in "Middlemarch", page 126 I think.
I had completely forgotten about this strange incident and my bookmark until I was watching Channel 4 news last night.  It had an extended piece on Syria including an interview with the Russian Ambassador to the UN, Ambassador Vitaly Churkin.  He is fluent in English, has a sense of humour and charm and what he said opened my eyes and brought the memory about my lost novels back. 
Ever since the awful fighting and slaughter started in Syria I had been mentally abusing the Russians for not taking a harder stance against Syria's policy of killing its unarmed citizens. I couldn't understand why they had blocked the UN resolutions and now because of their actions children and women had been murdered.  The Russians deplore the murders but as the Ambassador explained they won't change their attitude because they see themselves as holding the line against anarchy in the Middle East. Their nightmare scenario is this; if the various plans put forward by the Security Council or Arab League were implemented how easily the whole region could fracture, whole countries splinter and the cost of oil which is already high would spiral out of control.  He was exactly like those two men all those years ago so charming but completely focussed on what they wanted to do and my fear was irrelevant, regrettable but, well, that's life and you did get some books in return for a few minutes discomfort.
I finally understood some of the Real Politick everyone has been battling with, but standing by, doing nothing, mouthing platitudes while you wait for something to happen that's what I did all those years ago at that checkpoint.  Instead of saying hang on a minute, don't bully me, why do you want my novels and if I give them to you I want my bookmark back I did nothing.  Well, this time I was going to do what I should have done, stand up, but my question is what to do, what can I do? 
I had watched the documentary entitled
"The Real Mr and Mrs al-Asad" just the other night and I am going to try and set up a petition addressed to Asma al-Asad asking her to use her influence to set up safe havens run by the Red Crescent, allow medical aid and food to get through to the people in desperate need and ask her to beg her husband to find a different path than violence in resolving this situation.
It won't get my bookmark back but I can at least try to change this poisonous situation into something resembling the ceasefire/peace plan Kofi Annan the UN Envoy wants to implement.
When I have set up the petition I will let everyone know about it.       

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