Some of you may have noted that I started suffering delays in the writing of my chapter... It's mainly because during last weeks I did not had a lot of time to dedicate to the AAR and because writing events take time. Also, I didn't wanted to issue a botched chapter so this is why this one is so much late.
Anyway, here it is, I hope you'll enjoy it.
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Chapter Eleven: From France with love
Mexico-city airport, September 8th 1937
Colonel Pierre Beauchamps was waiting for his taxi since half an hour when the car finally showed up. As the new military attaché to the French embassy he was a little bit disappointed that his taxi was so late. He knew that in France it would have been unacceptable, but he was told that taxis in Mexico were so busy that a one hour late taxi was considered as the standard.
- Au
Palacio Nacional s’il vous plaît.
While the 1932 McLaughlin convertible roared through the streets of Mexican Empire’s capital, Pierre was impressed by the size of the city. In the briefing he had received before leaving France, he had learned that Mexico-city had 1.5 million inhabitants. It was less than Paris but the streets here were packed with pedestrians and trucks and motorcycles and so much cars that as far as the eye can see, it was only motorcars. He was told that Mexicans had a high standard of living, but he wasn’t believing it, at least until now. Mexico-city wasn’t an industrial city, it was first of all an administrative city, with embassies, consulates, corporate headquarters, banks, and, of course, the Mexico Stock Exchange, the most important stock exchange in Latin America and the third in the Americas after Richmond and Toronto.
México-city in the 30s, a modern and developed city
- Here you are senor, the
Palacia Nacional.
- Merci beaucoup.
Pierre left the Canadian-build car and walked toward the big wooden doors guarded by two handsome
Guardias Imperiales and showed them his recommendation letters. The two were wearing golden helmets with a big golden eagle on top of it and red coats with long black boots going up to the knees, they were armed with halberds. He entered, the building. Someone led him to the office of the Chairman of the Council of Minister, the head of government. Manuel M. Marquez greeted him with a solid handshake, and a bottle of Champagne.
- Welcome to Mexico Colonel, it’s a pleasure to meet you.
- Thank you Mr. what a beautiful city you have here, the only thing is that the streets are totally jammed.
- Yes, you are right about the traffic, it is estimated that, in the Empire, there is about 220 motorcars per 1000 people.
- That much?
- Yes but this estimate goes back to 1935, so because of the civil war, I believe that this number is smaller now.
- It’s very unfortunate what happened to your country.
- Yes, it’s also unfortunate what happened to your predecessor.
- It’s only bad luck, usually shells aren’t very accurate, especially when they are fired disorganized red rebels.
- I wouldn’t have put it better sir.
During the 30s, owning a car had became a possibility instead of a dream for the middle-class in Mexico
At this moment, the doors of the Chairman’s office opened and General Pablo Escamilla entered the office, followed by Major General Domínguez. The four men made the presentations and sat down in front of the Chairman’s desk. The discussion quickly moved to the death of Pierre’s predecessor and after two hours of talking, Escamilla asked Pierre if he would like to have dinner with himself and Domínguez. Enthusiastic, Pierre accepted. They left Marquez and walked to the dinner room.
After having eaten their dinner, the talking continued until four men sat to the table next to them. The four were wearing military uniforms and were talking in English. However, they had very different accents. One had a sharp accent, pronouncing "i" like "ah", two others had a very similar uniform but one of them was always putting "eh" at the end of his sentences. The last one had a strong German accent…
The always-jammed streets had became a trademark of México-city at the time
- Who are those men? Pierre asked.
- Those are the military attaché of the Confederate States, United Kingdom, Canada and Germany.
- What are those people doing here? They are the enemies of my country!
- Colonel, France is not at war.
- No but their countries are oppressing the French people since decades.
- Maybe, but here you are in Mexico and the Confederate States, England, Canada and Germany are friendly powers.
- You can’t do that! You can’t fraternize with the enemies of the French Kingdom! It’s because of us that you have an empire, you owe us loyalty!
- Colonel, it was 70 years ago, we are on our own now.
- Well, if that's all you have to say, I’ll leave gentlemen!
- Colonel, wait…
Despite the modern aspect of the Empire of Mexico, the country lacked of heavy industries
General Escamilla tried to bring back Pierre to his table, but he declined.Three-quarter hour later, Pierre was again in a taxi, in the still impressive the streets of Mexico-city. On his demand, the driver made a tour of the city. When they reached the outskirts of the city, he finally saw an aspect of the Mexican society he was more expecting; cheap housing and low quality saloons and more horses than cars. The thing was, he knew he could found the same situation in French countryside. He had to admit that Mexico wasn’t anymore the poor little nation in disarray saved by the might of the French Empire like he had learned at school. While, returning to the embassy, he saw a freight train pulled by a diesel locomotive, exactly the same models as those he had seen in France before he left. Yes, indeed, Mexico was now a fully developed and industrialized country, lacking only of the money necessary to reach its full potential.