First off, hi to everyone who's commented. I'll be more forthcoming in the future.
Coop- Down, boy!
Elbasto- Gaspard's German counterpart? I don't know if I can handle more than one nerdy professor.
Stuyvesant- I'm working on it!
Rensslaer- And that's all to the good.
Elbasto- Maybe!
March 22, 1938
"Quite interesting, quite. Although, I have to disagree with your statements on the free market."
Gaspard blinked. "Well, they're not necessarily mine. But the research shows it- tariffs always hurt a national economy in the long run."
The German grad student blinked. "But, surely they allow a nation to build indigenous industry?"
"Which is not always to the good. It forces the consumers of a nation to pay high prices to subsidize a developing industry, instead of paying less for a particular good and focusing on a specialization."
"But, surely, it is good for a nation to stand on its own, regardless?"
Gaspard knew where this would end, but he had to play it out. "The closer the nations of the world are economically integrated, and the more evenly wealth is distributed between them, the better it will be for producers and consumers everywhere."
The German smirked. "Ah, but this is impossible. There are always winners and losers in economics, as in anything else! What you suggest is Communism!"
"On the contrary. An efficient market will smooth out regional variations in cost and wages, and modern technologies like the telegraph and telephone allow information to-"
"Pardon me, Professor." The young German walked away quickly. Gaspard was ideological poison, and German academia was ideological to its bones. No point risking tenure for the sake of an offhand discussion. Gaspard sighed. Over and over, this same reaction.
He glanced around the room. There were no Gestapo thugs, no parades of Hitler Youth. They weren't necessary. These comfortable men and eager students would police themselves just as easily. He hadn't even been questioned over his last-minute addition to the list of speakers- no Nazi paranoia in academia. No, here they were scientific- Nazism had apparently succeeded, so it's logical that it would succeed, so we must wholeheartedly embrace it. Gaspard sighed. There must be dissidents and eccentrics here, but he hadn't found a single one.
Gaspard frowned. The conference was half over, and nothing had happened. Perhaps nothing would happen. Perhaps they'd forgotten about him, or cancelled whatever this mission was. But in the meantime- he was stuck in Berlin. The belly of the beast.
The dinner program was a panel on the economic merits of paid maternity leave. Another progressive notion twisted by Nazi ideology. Gaspard headed for the door. He needed air.
The conference was being held at a hotel, and there were a few shops and restaurants in the area that catered to foreign visitors. Gaspard could get a break from the pounding of ideology. He made a beeline for a place across the street- he'd smelled their pies that morning.
A large man appeared out of nowhere. "Jean! Haven't seen you in a dog's age!" An American, ruddy-faced and grinning. "How's that conference going?"
"It's..." A warning glance. "It's going fine!"
"Great, great. Hey, you're going for food? I know just the place." The large man clapped Gaspard's shoulder with one hand, pointing with the other. Gaspard hesitated. The man's grin widened.
"Yeah, I know, I know. You don't want to talk business. But I gotta ask you about the talk you had with what's-his-face who consults for Krupp. I have a feeling he'll ask you to a meeting." The man leaned in. "If you're talking to him, I want you to put in a good word for me."
Gaspard's breath sighed out of him.
The man nodded. "One way or the other, hear me out. I know a great place. Cozy.
Quiet."
He started walking. Gaspard followed him.