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Strasburg - August 25, 2021, 3:12 PM
The subway train hurtled down the tunnel at breakneck speed, its wheels clicking and clacking over the ancient rails. Lights flashed by in the darkness out the window, while Alex used his feet to guard his suitcase. His aunt Anna sat across the aisle, not fazed by the quick twists and turns.
“I don’t remember riding the subway,” Alex said.
“They’ve done a lot of reconstruction since you were last here,” Anna said, “The first time’s always rough. You’ll get used to it.”
“And if I don’t?” Alex said.
“Well, you’ll have to,” Anna said, “It’s the fastest way to get around Strasburg. The traffic here is ridiculous. Was twelve years ago, still is.”
Alex looked around the rickety train car.
“They should at least get a better car then,” he said, “This thing looks like it’s your age.”
“Probably even older than me,” Anna said, “Looks wartime. Second World War, I mean. And I’m not that old!”
"Okay boom..." Alex began.
On cue, the train screeched to a halt, slamming Alex against the wall in front of him. His suitcase slid out from between his feet and hit the legs of the man in front of him.
“Sorry!” he said, pulling it back.
“Great, not again,” Anna said.
“What happened?” Alex said. “Why did we stop?”
“They must’ve found another bomb,” Anna said, “This new extension’s known for them. They’ve been finding them for years.”
“Bombs?” Alex said. “God, do they know who planted it?”
Anna casually shrugged. “The KL?”
Alex was confused.
“The KL?” he said. “Never heard about that terrorist group before.”
“No, Alex, the Kaiserliche Luftwaffe,” Anna said.
“Why would the KL drop bombs on their own…oh,” Alex said.
“There’s this old joke I remember Walter used to tell me,” Anna said, “Back in the 1960s, this old war pilot was getting a hard time from Frankfurt’s air traffic controller. The controller asks, ‘haven’t you flown to Frankfurt before’? The pilot answers, ‘yeah, in 1943, but I didn’t land’.”
“Heh,” Alex said, “I wonder how many bombs are buried here, just waiting to be found.”
“The KL dropped a lot of bombs during the war,” Anna said, “But not as many as the Heer shelled in the previous war.”
“How many did shells did they fire?” Alex said.
“Nobody knows,” Anna said, “But at the current rate of extraction, it might take seven centuries to clear the remaining unexploded ordinance on part of the Lithuanian border alone. They call it the Red Zone, which is completely uninhabitable due to chemicals leaking into the ground. It covers half of what used to be prewar Grodno.”
“Let’s hope Strasburg doesn’t end up like that,” Alex said.
Anna looked out the window, as if she remembered something. “Yeah, let’s hope it doesn’t.”
5:33 PM
The train finally pulled into the station and stopped. The doors opened.
“College Station,” the intercom said.
Alex got his suitcase and followed Anna out. Alexandra waited for them on the platform. She wore a lab coat and looked like she just came straight from class.
“Hey,” she said, “You guys are almost three hours later.”
“We were held up by an old bomb,” Anna said, “You look like you just got out of work.”
“Well, I was ready to take you to the dorms on my break, but you were held up, so I went back to my work,” Alexandra said, “Things are busy these days.”
“Yeah, yeah, physics stuff, been there, done that,” Anna said, “Let's hope the same doesn't happen to Alex.”
Alexandra rolled her eyes.
“How are things?” Alex said.
“As I said, things are busy these days,” Alexandra said, “I’ll tell you later. But first, let’s get you settled in the dorms.”
They left the underground station and emerged on a sidewalk running along the Rhine. Cars sped by to their right on a busy street. To their left, the majestic Rhine gently flowed by, as it had always done. Ahead, Alex noticed the street veering to the right to make way for a riverside park filled with students. The modern office buildings gave way to older Imperial Century-era lecture halls with classical-style pillars and roofs. They entered the park, and Alex looked to his right to see a domed pavilion reminiscent of Rome’s Pantheon with three words on it: Lothringen Institute of Technology. This was the center of the university he would be studying at for the next four years.
“I love this park,” Alexandra said, “I spent so many days studying here, on the grass.”
“I preferred the library,” Anna said.
“Well, you were never a true student, Aunt Anna,” Alexandra said.
“I am now,” Anna said, “Got the degree.”
“An honorary one for faculty, auntie,” Alexandra said, “FACULTY.”
Anna didn’t say a word.
“Okay, so let’s go to the dorms,” Alexandra said.
After a quick walk across campus, they reached the dorms. Alexandra used a keycard to let Alex and Anna inside.
“The orientation would’ve given you your keycard, but sadly it ended an hour ago,” she said, “But don’t worry, you can always tell your RA you missed orientation and they’ll work it out. My RA was very helpful. Now, your room is on the fifth floor, right?”
Alex checked his phone. “Yeah.”
They got into the elevator and went up to the fifth floor. Alex found the room he was given and went inside. It a little smaller than his own room back in Constantinople, but that didn’t take into account the three beds, two of which were for his roommates.
“Here we are,” Alex said, setting down his suitcase.
“This brings back a lot of memories,” Alexandra said, “I stayed in the building across the street, eighth floor. The room was much smaller.”
“That’s because you didn’t have a roommate,” Anna said.
“You didn’t even stay in a dorm,” Alexandra said.
“I was a professor,” Anna said, “Of course I wouldn’t stay in a dorm.”
Alex began unpacking his things. He didn’t bring much from Constantinople aside from a few sets of clothes and some school supplies.
“Excited for school?” Anna said.
“Stop asking me, auntie,” Alex said, “You asked me ten times already.”
“Don’t worry, auntie, he’s definitely excited,” Alexandra said, “I know I was.”
Alex finished unpacking and laid back on his bed to relax.
“Well, I feel like I’m settling in already,” he said.
“Guess we’ll leave you to it then,” Alexandra said, “We’ll let you settle in first and swing around in an hour.”
“We’re still doing dinner right?” Anna said. “I know this great place.”
“Why would I forget?” Alex said.
“No, Alexandra, we’re not going to the Alsatian,” Anna said, “He’s under drinking age.”
“We don’t need to drink,” Alexandra said, “Besides, it’s the closest thing to the Arcadia.”
“Oh, I almost forgot,” Alex said.
He dug a poster out of his suitcase and put it on the wall. It was his father’s old UFO poster, still saying “I Want to Believe.”
“Where’d you get that?” Anna said.
“Dad gave it to me,” Alex said.
“He did, after spending so long restoring it?” Anna said. “Why’d he do that?”
“He said it was for good luck,” Alex said.
Anna looked at the floor.
“Well…” she said. “You’ll definitely get some luck.”
9:00 PM
Somebody knocked on the door. Alex wasn’t expecting visitors, although he knew his roommates would be joining him soon. Speaking of which, that probably was one of them waiting outside right now. He opened the door. There were actually two boys outside, one Indian and the other Arab. They were dressed plainly, more plainly than Alex. The Indian guy had curly hair, while the Arab’s hair was long. Alex swore he smelled something funny coming from their vicinity.
“You must be my roommates,” he said.
“Room 420, right?” the Indian said.
“That’s it,” Alex said.
“Then I guess we’re your roommates,” the Arab said.
“You guys were even later than me,” Alex said, “Orientation was this afternoon.”
“I was busy helping my father with a job in Odessa,” the Arab said, “He does construction.”
“Fun,” Alex said.
“I don’t have an excuse,” the Indian said, “I was exploring the city.”
“Well, you’re here now,” Alex said, “Come in.”
The two students entered the room and began unpacking. Compared to Alex, who brought an entire suitcase, they only brought small backpacks with them.
“Oh, I should introduce myself, since I already introduced myself to Chris in the lobby,” the Indian said, “Rahul Sakamuni. I’m from Mombasa.”
“Chris al-Daoud,” Chris said, “From Bayreuth.”
“Alex Humboldt-Frank,” Alex said, shaking their hands, “Nice to meet you.”
“Humboldt-Frank?” Rahul said. “Would your mother happen to be…”
“Yeah,” Alex said, “Not something I like to talk about.”
“I understand,” Chris said, “Pretty big weight on your shoulders. Also, that poster…”
“A gift from my dad,” Alex said, “Cool, huh?”
“I like it,” Chris said, “‘I Want to Believe’…fun motto. Looks like it was burned.”
“Yeah, it was in a fire,” Alex said, “Among other things. My dad fixed it afterward. Said it had a lot of sentimental value.”
“I see,” Chris said.
“Rahul, you said you were exploring the city, right?” Alex said. “Why don’t I take both of you on a tour? I lived here for a little bit as a kid.”
“That sounds great,” Rahul said.
“It’s a little late, isn’t it?” Chris said.
“The city’s safe,” Alex said, “Don’t worry. We won’t take long.”
And Anna was no longer here to stop him from going where he wanted.
The Alsatian - 9:30 PM
“I can’t believe it,” Rahul said, “You were seriously a hostage for a terrorist?”
“I don’t like talking about it,” Alex said.
“That must have been rough for you,” Chris said.
All of them sipped their drinks.
“I don’t remember much,” Alex said, “It was over really quickly, thanks to my mom.”
“I’m so sorry,” Rahul said, “Suffering like that…no child should have to go through it.”
“At least it’s over now,” Chris said.
“Yes, it’s long over,” Alex said, “I can finally move on.”
“Our lives are not defined by what happens to us,” Rahul said, “But by how we respond to it.”
Alex looked around the bar and tapped the counter.
“Yeah, how we respond to it,” he said, “How we move past it. And yet I’m here again.”
“Didn’t you say you wanted to come here?” Chris said.
Alex looked around the venue. The Alsatian was very different from when he last visited. The patrons were different. The music choice had changed genre. The food tasted off, somehow. The tables and seats had all been replaced and weren't as comfortable as he remembered. Or maybe they never were that comfortable. The bartender was of course different, after Jessica (who always came up with some very hilarious tales about his dad and Aunt Olga) joined the Constantinople Philharmonic. Last he heard, she had moved back to Russia and returned to the Bolshoi.
“At first, it sounded like a good idea,” Alex said, “But seeing it now…it feels so empty. It’s not the same as the one I remember.”
“Maybe it’s not the one you remember,” Rahul said, “You could’ve remembered something that was better than it actually was.”
That was true. Alex may have been seeing the old Alsatian through a nostalgic lens.
“Yeah, I was young, I guess,” Alex said, “I didn’t come here often too. It was mostly my parents and close family who hung out here. I mostly hung out with my uncle and cousins. He was shot during the whole hostage thing. I can’t explain it. Maybe that’s why I don’t remember this place that well.”
“If you’re not comfortable, we can head back to the dorms now,” Chris said, finishing his wine, “We have school tomorrow.”
“Says you,” Rahul said.
“You didn’t even eat dinner,” Chris said.
“I couldn’t find a good vegetarian meal,” Rahul said, "I'll eat something at home."
“Let’s get going then,” Alex said.
Alex paid the tab. They headed for the exit, but the doors swung open, and a group of young men in oversized leather jackets sauntered in. The other patrons stopped talking. They quickly got out their phones and averted their gazes. The music abruptly quieted.
“Oh great,” a bartender whispered, “Them.”
The gangsters sat at the counter. One of them waved at the bartender.
“Hey, lady, get us the usual!” he demanded.
“Let’s go,” Rahul said, “We should avoid conflict.”
“Agreed,” Alex said.
They continued heading for the exit, but the lead gangster stood up.
“Hey,” he said, “Where are you going?”
“Don’t answer,” Alex said.
“Showing disrespect to the Lions, huh?” the gangster said. “Going off to snitch to the cops?”
“Let me handle this,” Chris said.
He walked back to the gangsters.
“Oh, you came back,” the gangster said, “You want to fight?”
“No,” Chris said, “I’m here to tell you we’re leaving.”
“Says who?” the gangster said.
“My father,” Chris said, “He wills it.”
The gangsters looked at each other nervously and whispered in hushed tones, their bravado suddenly gone. The leader stepped back in fear.
“Your father?” the gangster said.
“Yeah,” Chris said, “My father. Now please let us be.”
The leader noticed the determination in Chris’s eyes and quickly realized he wasn’t kidding. In the span of a few seconds, his attitude softened, and he backed away.
“Go,” he said, “Just go! Tell your father we don’t want a fight!”
They left the restaurant.
“Tell me what all that was about?” Alex said.
“It was nothing,” Chris said, “I told them the truth, that was all. We should be getting home.”
Well, that was a weird few minutes, Alex thought. Just who was Chris exactly?
LIT - August 26, 8:15 AM
The quad’s grass folded under his shoes with a satisfying and calm crunch. It reminded him a lot of his childhood at Reiden Lake. He spent his first few years almost exclusively there, exploring the lake and the forest around it. What he most remembered was the grass under his feet, the water rippling on the shore, and the sun streaming through the trees. Those were peaceful times. He was satisfied with the quad’s grass, the nearby Rhine, and the sunlight passing through the gaps in the buildings, but nothing would replace Reiden Lake.
“Excuse me.” A jogger ran past.
Alex shook himself back to the present and stepped out of the way. He looked around the quad, taking in the other students walking to class. A few stood near the various entrances, handing out pamphlets or managing booths. He was well aware of the many activist clubs who regularly ran booths promoting their views. He didn’t really care much for politics. That was his parents’ job, not his.
“Are you tired of the erosion of family values in the Reich?!” one of the students shouted through a megaphone. “Are you concerned of the moral decay of the Roman people? Of the oppression of the few remaining moral Romans left? Worried the university impede on our rights to free speech as others have done to many of our other chapters across the nation?”
Alex stopped, frustrated and confused.
“Then join the Society for a Moral Restoration!” the student shouted. “We aim to promote family values and a new moral foundation among younger Romans, so they can grow into productive and good citizens. Join our cause, and we can end this decay and decadence!”
“What do you mean, decay?” Alex said.
The student looked at him.
“Decay?” the student said. “Don’t you see it? It’s all around us.”
“All I see is broken infrastructure and incompetent bureaucracy,” Alex said.
“Exactly!” the student said. “But it’s caused by us. We are leading immoral lives. Partying and drinking with no regard for the future, tolerating immoral lifestyles, celebrating celebrities who don’t deserve it, all while the planet burns. God intended for us to do better. For too long, the elite of this country have ignored these problems and led us to decadence and decay. Join us, and together we will tear down the establishment!”
“What are you implying?” Alex said.
“We have to change ourselves,” the student said, “Our way of life. We are too sinful. We’ve forgotten the ways of our ancestors. And because of it, God has punished our nation. The frog is boiling in the pan and doesn’t know it. We are that frog. It’s time we realized and jump out! It's time we took matters into our own hands and show the party cartel what the people can do!”
"What are you talking about?" Alex said. "I don't see any party cartel going around like Sentinel."
"Oh yeah, let me guess," the student said, "You're part of the establishment."
"If you say I am, then maybe I am," Alex said.
"Then I bet you'd just love to knock me down and shut me up, huh?" the student said.
"Now I'm seriously thinking about it," Alex said.
"This is what's wrong with this country!" the student said. "People like you only use your privilege to silence and censor god-fearing Romans!"
"Yeah!" a few students around him agreed. "You're just as bad as the equalists!"
"I...I..." Alex stammered, not knowing what to do. "I'm not censoring anyone! You're...you're censoring yourself!"
"That doesn't even make sense!" the student said.
“Hey Alex!” Chris said.
Alex turned around just as Chris walked up to him.
“Hey, Chris,” Alex said, relieved to see his friend, “You’re up early.”
“Indeed I am,” Chris said, “I see you’ve met the Society for a Moral Restoration.”
“I have,” Alex said.
“Pay them no attention,” Chris said.
“I’m sorry?” the student said.
“No offense,” Chris said, “But actually, I do take offense with everything you say.”
“Aha!” the student said. “Yet another example of how the mainstream persecutes us honest and faithful Christians! I knew the university hive mind suppresses dissent! You are as bad as Chairman Varennikov!”
“Weird,” Chris said, “I never said your point of view should be banned or you shouldn’t be allowed to share your opinion. All I said was I take offense with what you say. I’m entitled to share my own opinion, am I?”
“You’re probably one of them, aren’t you?” the student said. “You help the gays.”
“Nothing wrong with their lifestyle,” Chris said, “My father always told me to love your neighbor and to treat them as you’d want them to treat you. Don’t know how they do it here, but I assumed it was very universal.”
“Sodom and Gomorrah—” the student said.
“Get your scripture right,” Chris said, “That story’s moral is don’t be a jerk to your guests. And before you bring up Leviticus, I should say the same book also says you should be put to death for mixing fabrics in your clothes, and I’m very sure your shirt has mixed fabrics. So under biblical law I should be well within my rights to kill you right now. Oh wait, almost everyone here wears something with mixed fabrics I guess. Including me. And you too Alex, so terribly sorry. This might get very bloody. I hate blood, but my dad wants me to do it, so...”
He turned to Alex. “We should get to class.”
“Yeah,” Alex said.
They walked away.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the student said.
“To class,” Alex said.
“Going to continue your indoctrination, huh?” the student said. “Is that what your Jewish masters paid you to do?”
Alex spun around and clenched his fist, but Chris held him back.
“Don’t,” he said, “It’s a trap. He wants you to hit him so he can sue and prove his point. Don’t let him win.”
Alex thought it through. He remembered what happened with Josh many years ago. Was he really going to repeat it with this random student? He reflected for another few seconds and then lowered his fist.
“It’s not worth it,” he said.
“Exactly,” Chris said, “Now let’s get to class.”
University of Ancyra - August 27, 10:43 AM
Professor Bledel flipped through her lecture notes. Josh sat near the back, listening patiently even though he was really bored out of his mind.
“Alright, here’s where cell biology gets personal,” she said, “Now, it’s only our second day, but I believe there’s no better way to get into the course material than to jump right in. I want you to smell yourselves.”
The students looked at each other. Josh looked awkwardly at the classmate next to him.
“I’m serious,” Bledel said, “Noses in armpits. It won’t hurt you.”
The students reluctantly smelled their armpits. Josh obliged and took in the stench from his sweaty armpits, smelly from the morning run he took an hour ago. He should really shower more often. No, it wasn’t manly of him. A real man would just ignore the stench and soldier on. If anyone had a problem with it, that was on them.
“Can you smell that?” Bledel said. “That is the smell of your microbiome. Bacteria, fungi, viruses of all kinds live in it…”
She noticed a classmate raising her hand.
“Yes, Jenna?” Bledel said.
“Sorry, ma’am, but how do the different species of bacteria compete?” Jenna asked. “And what about archaea and protists and all that? Do—”
“There aren’t archaea in the human microbiome,” Josh smugly interrupted, “They’re only found in extreme environments, like salt lakes, not your armpits. It’s right there in the textbook if you would just read it.”
Jenna glared at him. Josh simply leaned back and didn’t make eye contact. It was true. He was only helping her, even if it hurt. It wouldn't look good on him as a man if he didn't help out.
“Uh…” Bledel said, leafing through her notes. “Actually, they have found archaea in the human microbiome. In the skin, the colon, and nasal cavity. There’ve been some recent papers.”
“Uh...I didn’t know that,” Josh said.
“I’ll send you a reading list, if you’d like,” Bledel said.
“Sure,” Josh said.
The rest of the class passed by in a blur. As soon as the bell rang, Josh packed up and left in a hurry for his next class. He noticed Jenna making her way to the door too, her head down. Bledel noticed Jenna’s dismay and intercepted her.
“Hey, wait up,” she said, “Jenna?”
“Yeah?” Jenna said.
“You got a minute?” Bledel said.
“Sure,” Jenna said.
“It’s okay,” Bledel said, “Look at me.”
Jenna slowly made eye contact with the professor.
“Don’t be discouraged,” Bledel said, “You’re smart. That’s why you’re here. You belong here.”
“Uh, thanks,” Jenna said.
“It’s the truth,” Bledel said, “All I’m saying is, don’t let some guy make you feel like your questions aren't valid.”
“Okay,” Jenna said.
“It’s only the second day,” Bledel said, “Things will be better.”
“It will get better, right?” Jenna said. “Like in grad school?”
“I always hope it is,” Bledel said, “Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. But you have to keep hoping. Stick with it.”
Jenna meekly nodded.
“I’ll try,” she said.
“I’ll see you in class tomorrow,” Bledel said.
“Thanks, Professor,” Jenna said.
Pathetic. Why was there such a bias towards helping women and not men? Everybody should get the same amount of help, or they should all just not get any help at all and soldier through it on their own. Like real men.
Jenna disappeared into the crowded hallway. Josh entered a courtyard to take a shortcut to his next class. Several booths and tables run by the college’s clubs and various activist groups had been set up on either side. Josh took a quick stop at the green Shepherds’ Brotherhood booth, which his uncle manned.
“Join us!” Gustav said. “Together, this land of dirty industrial mills will give way to a New Jerusalem on a hill, a shining beacon for the world to follow!”
“Hey, Uncle Gustav,” Josh said.
“Morning, Josh,” Gustav said, “Enjoying college?”
“Sort of,” Josh said, “So why are you here? Thought Argus kept you busy.”
“I’ve got the next couple weeks off, so I decided I’d spend today helping out the local chapter,” Gustav said, “It’s nice at Argus. Benefits are great. They really do care about their employees.”
“Maybe I should work for Argus,” Josh said.
“Oh, no, no, no,” Gustav said, “You do not want to end up like me.”
“Why not?” Josh said. “You love your job.”
“Doesn’t mean you’ll enjoy it,” Gustav said, “When you’ve seen the things I’ve seen, done the things I’ve done…I’m not sure if you can handle it the way I have. Just focus on your studies. Do what you really love.”
“And if nobody wants to help me get there?” Josh said.
“Who’s saying nobody wants to help you?” Gustav said. “I’m here for you.”
“Well, it’s just that…” Josh said. “I’ve been noticing recently, how a lot of people get help, but never me. Like it’s always the girls who get help, or some other groups, but not me.”
“That’s how things are, sadly,” Gustav said, “It’s like you have three kids of different heights trying to peer over a fence to watch a football game. Only one kid can watch because he’s taller than the fence. So you’d think they’d fix that by letting the other two kids stand on boxes to make up for the difference in height. But they’ve taken it too far with their affirmative action and the other new laws. They’ve given too many boxes to the other two and actually dug a hole under the first kid to make up for it, in their twisted sense of equality.”
“Can’t we just get around the whole thing by removing the fence itself?” Josh said.
“Remove the fence?” Gustav said. “Josh, you have to remember the fence is there for a reason. Tearing down the fence…now that could cause a whole lot of new problems.”
He shook his head.
“Anyways, I’ve gone off track,” Gustav said, “What matters is you do what you love. Don’t worry about the people who don’t want to help you. There will always be those who will. Work with them, and you will get far in life. Probably farther than I ever will.”
They both chuckled. The bell rang, warning class was about to begin.
“I’ve kept you here too long,” Gustav said, “You should head to class now.”
“Thanks, Uncle,” Josh said.
“Anytime,” Gustav said.
August 28, 1:00 PM
Josh passed Gustav’s booth again.
“You’re still here?” Josh said.
“Yep,” Gustav said, “Turns out plenty more people are interested in the Brotherhood than I would’ve thought.”
“That’s great,” Josh said.
Gustav showed him a ledger filled with names and contact information.
“Here’s the sign up list for just this morning,” he said, “I’m starting to feel optimistic for the future again.”
“So the climate rally next week is still on?” Josh said.
“Hopefully,” Gustav said.
A young man approached the desk.
“Oh, good afternoon,” Gustav said, “Uh, Joachim, was it?”
“Yes,” Joachim said.
“What are you here for?” Gustav said.
“Uh…I need your help,” Joachim said.
“Anything,” Gustav said.
“So, about the gig at the dealership…” Joachim said.
“The one I called in a favor for?” Gustav said.
“A favor?” Josh said.
“I know some people,” Gustav said.
“It didn’t work out,” Joachim said.
“I’m sorry,” Gustav said.
“Not a good fit,” Joachim said.
“Don’t worry about it,” Gustav said, “I’ll ask around, see if I can get you a job elsewhere.”
“Thank you so much,” Joachim said, “Honestly, with the economy, and my situation…I’m glad people like you are around.”
“No problem,” Gustav said, “Need anything, just ask.”
Joachim nodded.
“I’ll talk to you later,” he said.
He walked off.
“So…what’s his deal?” Josh said.
“Joachim’s the first in his family to go to college,” Gustav said, “Brother was disabled while on active duty in Mexico. Father worked at an old steelworks place in the Saar before the recession shut it down, he now works as a janitor. Mother died of an opioid overdose when they were young. Joachim’s trying to support them as best he can, but it makes it hard to work a schedule. Bosses don’t like it.”
“I didn’t know,” Josh said, “He must have a rough life.”
“Well, he knows what he has to do, and he’s doing it,” Gustav said.
“Idle hands are the devil's workshop, as the good book says,” Josh said.
“You know it's not actually in the Bible, right?” Gustav chuckled.
“Of course it's not,” Josh said.
“But there is a verse about idleness making the house fall apart,” Gustav said, “He’s a good soul, taking time out for his family. Unfortunately, it’s hard for good souls to make it in a society that only cares about profit.”
“Yeah,” Josh said, “Guy like him shouldn’t be punished.”
“No wonder God has turned His back on us,” Gustav said, “And who can blame Him?”
“There's nothing we can do about it, can we?” Josh said.
“Now, there you're wrong,” Gustav said, “The Shepherds’ Brotherhood is working to set things right and clean up our society.”
“And I’m excited to be part of it,” Josh said.
“With people like you, Josh, we can really turn things around,” Gustav said.
“I should help out here sometime,” Josh said.
“Join us tomorrow,” Gustav said, “Man the booth for a couple hours. See what it’s like to really help people.”
“That would be great,” Josh said.
“Afterward, I can take you to a real Brotherhood meeting,” Gustav said, “Meet more people just like you. I’m sure you’ll love it.”
“That sounds great,” Josh said.
LIT - October 18, 2:00 PM
Alex slumped into his usual seat in the middle of the lecture hall and took out his notebook. While he waited for the rest of the class to be seated and for the bell to ring, he continued doodling a schematic he had been occasionally working on since maybe middle school. Or high school, he couldn't remember when he started this. He quickly realized half of the schematic had been done completely wrong and the machine itself would not work. He crossed out the offending parts but stopped himself when he tried to think of what to replace them with. He didn’t know what to do. He knew what he had was wrong, but he didn’t know how to fix it. At that moment, the bell rang. Oh well. Maybe he’d ask Alexandra later.
Right now was history class, and his lecturer, a man in a plaid shirt and khakis, entered through a side door and put down a stack of papers on his desk. Professor Karasi was a pretty chill guy who gave easy assignments, which was probably why his class was so popular. He preferred everyone to call him Jared, so that’s what Alex called him.
“Alright,” Jared said, “Now, before we get started with today’s class, where we’ll talk more about the causes of World War III and Chinese war crimes, I want to address the elephant in the room. You know what happened over the weekend, right?”
Alex knew. It was all over Dikastirio on Saturday. The Society for a Moral Restoration infiltrated an LGBT club and released a secret recording of it. The university reacted as expected, and by Sunday there were flash protests everywhere, with crowds on both sides filling the quad and shouting over each other. The lab was closed that day. He was still angry today. And that wasn’t even getting to the ridiculous manifesto those kids posted in the common area of his dorm building.
“What we did was journalistically justifiable. Unlike every other group with a college grant, they refused to publicize its membership or budget. We wanted to know how they spent their funds to demonstrate a double standard. So we adopted an intentionally inflammatory tone, such as using the term sod...”
He realized Jared was now holding up a copy of that manifesto.
“No doubt you’ve probably seen one of these on the doors to your dorm,” he said, “An attempt to disguise the perpetrators’ actions as ‘journalistic accountability’. There are easier ways of going about this. But calling certain members of the LGBT community…that? No, that’s definitely not who we are. Yes, this school’s imperfect. I know. But everybody’s doing their best to fix it. I certainly am.”
“They were joking,” a student interrupted.
“How do we know that?” Jared said. “No, actually, go beyond that. Is this an isolated incident? Does this group have a history of pulling similar stunts? Have they done this before?”
“There really is a double standard though,” another student said.
“Maybe there is,” Jared said, “And if there is, I’m all in favor of getting to the bottom of it. You should know the university has launched an investigation into both the club and the perpetrators of this stunt. Proceedings will be public and anybody can contribute to it.”
“You’re here to teach us, not talk about campus matters,” another student said.
“You’re right,” Jared said, “My job is to teach you history. But I also encourage you to seek out the facts behind every event. It’s a key part of studying history that can be applied to real life. If you don’t know the whole story behind something, you may see it the wrong way. You’ve all heard that history is written by the winners, right? I have a lot of problems with that statement, but the fact remains history is written by people who are flawed and biased. It may not always be accurate. There are historians who twist the facts of an event to suit their own purposes. It’s never stopped. You can see it continuing around you. I apologize for sounding preachy. I’m not trying to push an agenda. I’m not telling you to believe exactly what I say. In fact, I’d rather you question what I say. You deserve to know the full story, but you have to find it yourself. Because the full story can say something completely different from a story built on a few facts, to say nothing of stories built on lies and falsehoods. As this investigation continues and we all think about who we are as both students and individuals, I ask you to step back, calm down, and look at both the individual pieces and the big picture they make up. That’s all.”
He stepped back and took a deep breath.
“Alright, I’m done,” he said.
In an instant, his entire demeanor changed, and his somber and serious expression changed to a cheerful and eager one.
“I want to add we’ll be having a special guest next week,” Jared said, “My brother-in-law, Minister Boris Bradziunas of Livonia, will be visiting to talk to us about his experiences. Now, I hope you're ready for Economic Warfare 101!”
The class laughed. That wasn’t really the name of this course. But it was a running joke.
“Let’s finally get to today’s topic, the Soviet regime under Trotsky, which we’ll compare to the Wilson administration’s policies,” Jared said, “So we all have this notion of Trotsky as a diehard ideologue who neglected pragmatism in favor of his beliefs. That is true, to an extent. Trotsky definitely was an ideological fanatic. He suppressed the kulaks, the landowning farmers of absolutist Russia, and constantly purged many within the Party to achieve ideological purity. But he was more pragmatic than history remembers him as. He left some of the old regime’s capitalists in charge of the economy. The goal was that the capitalists would run the economy while the Party focuses on promoting equalism.”
“How did letting capitalists run the economy fly with the rest of the Party though?” one of the students said.
“Don’t get me wrong, Trotsky still limited what they could do,” Jared said, “But he gave them limited autonomy so the country could industrialize faster and keep its finances in order. At the same time, he imposed his idea of permanent revolution on them. Trade was forbidden with the capitalist nations. Resources and food were redistributed as the Party saw fit, given to the rest of the country hand in hand with promotion of equalism. Permanent revolution was integrated into all aspects of the new regime. The economy, as we just talked about, but also military doctrine and diplomatic stance. Trotsky had wanted to use the early Red Army to conquer his neighbors while they were weak and impose equalism. This allowed him to overrun Yavdi, but he also wanted to expand into Turkestan, Scandinavia, and even Siberia and the eastern Reich. His generals convinced him the last two targets were too dangerous, and by the time the Red Army was freed up from the pacification of Yavdi, the first two had stabilized too much as well. So Trotsky instead turned to espionage. He ordered his capitalists to ship equipment and funds into neighboring states such as the Baltics and Scandinavia. He supported likeminded equalists in China, the Reich, and North Eimerica, although only the movements in the last one succeeded. But this exhausted him financially, and he spent much of the 1930s recovering from these efforts. This left a toll on him personally as well, leading to his retirement in 1935.”
He then put up a picture of Roland Wilson.
“Now how does this compare to Roland Wilson, who at one point declared himself Trotsky’s polar opposite?” Jared said. “Well, they were more alike than he would admit. Both were ideologues who had a charismatic optimism of the future. Trotsky saw equalism as a path to a truly free and equal world. Wilson saw capitalism and meritocracy as the only way to protect world peace and Roman hegemony. Trotsky wanted to bring Russia into the modern age and lead the world into an equalist future. Wilson wanted to bring the Reich back to simpler times when it protected capitalism and led the world order Adenauer established after 1946. Trotsky genuinely believed what he was doing would protect the Russian working class from the predatory actions of both national and international capitalists. Wilson saw it as his duty to protect Romans’ freedom and rights from equalism. Trotsky’s permanent revolution mirrors the Wilson Doctrine. While previous postwar chancellors did intervene in foreign conflicts, none did so with Wilson’s zeal and eagerness. Our centuries-old policy of neutral interventionism, only intervening in foreign conflicts to maintain the global balance of power, changed to one of ideological interventionism. If any area showed even the slightest chance of equalist takeover, Wilson wanted boots on the ground. He directed the Athanatoi Foreign Division to fund, arm, and train anti-equalist groups, even if they were Paulluists or hostile to Roman interests. Even before he formally took power, as part of Schmidt’s cabinet he deployed the military on campaigns in East Indonesia, Tawantinsuyu, and Fusang. Like Trotsky, he vastly increased his country’s military spending, but unlike Trotsky, who did it to modernize his army and prepare it to spread equalism to the rest of the world, he did it to spur the Soviets into spending so much on their own forces they would go bankrupt. They both didn’t hesitate to shut down labor movements they didn’t like. Wilson was swept into office due to lingering resentment over the massive oil strikes of the early 1970s and Schmidt’s unpopularity, which was Wilson’s doing. On the domestic side, he shattered the power of unions to prevent such an incident from happening again and to further his privitaization and deregulation plans, leading to the current economic climate. There was a change in national attitude during his administration. Although Kohl is remembered for truly destigmatizing Roman patriotism and nationalism, he couldn’t have gotten there without Wilson laying the foundations. This is similar to how Trotsky built on Lenin’s foundations and firmly rooted equalism in Russia for Molotov, the man we consider to be the quintessential Soviet general secretary. Ironically, Molotov has a lot of similarities with Saint Wilhelmina, the woman we consider one of the quintessential Kaisers, in that they both spearheaded very oppressive deportation policies early in their rules but later repented and realized the error of their ways. But that’s another story.”
He changed to the next slide. “Alright, any questions?”
After class, Alex approached Jared as he packed up his notes and erased the complicated web of relations between important historical figures of the 1980s.
“Professor, Jared, sir?” he asked.
“Yes, uh…Alex, is it?” Jared said.
“That’s me,” Alex said.
“What do you need?” Jared said.
“You’re Professor Karasi right?” Alex said.
“If I’m not Professor Karasi, then who am I?” Jared said.
“Of the Karasi family?” Alex said.
Jared paused for a moment.
“You’re the first person to ask that,” Jared said, “Normally people just ask about my music or ‘I Remember You’. But nobody’s asked about my family.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Alex said, “I was just interested in learning more. The Karasis did pop up occasionally in our textbook.”
“No, it’s not your fault,” Jared said, “I’m just…not really one to talk about my family. My father used to take us to the Kaali Crater near our house. There, he told us how his ancestors were called the ‘eastern Vikings’ and once held a title called ‘Tietaja’, which was what the old Suomenusko head priest was called. They stopped using that name long ago, and they don’t even have a head priest these days. Sounds crazy, huh? Especially since we were just poor Antras šansas farmers from Saaremaa. My dad could barely read, and he took to drinking. He got increasingly violent. Maybe he couldn’t reconcile his current life with those of his supposed eastern Viking ancestors. My mom had to kick him out. She died when I was 15. I had to work on the farm since 6 to help pay the bills. And remember, the actual Suomenusko high priesthood hasn’t had a Tietaja in centuries. We aren’t even Suomenusko. So I was never interested in those crazy stories. And far from being eastern Vikings, it always felt like we were the ones being attacked by Vikings from the east. I was lucky I got out of there.”
“It must’ve been tough for you,” Alex said.
“It was,” Jared said, “So forgive me if I don’t want to talk about my past much. You’re better off talking to my sister when she and her husband show up next week. Me…I’ve been spending my entire life getting away from Saaremaa and making sure my students don’t have to go through what I did. But thanks for asking. It’s not often I get to share this story.”
“I think you should be more open about it,” Alex said, “You can’t run from your past forever. Maybe it’s best if you acknowledge it happened.”
“Perhaps that’s the case,” Jared said, “Maybe that’s true. I’ll think about it.”
He finished packing and began walking to the door.
“I have to get to office hours now,” Jared said, “I’ll see you in the next class.”
“Sure thing,” Alex said.
October 25, 2:00 PM
Boris walked into the lecture hall and shook Professor Jared Karasi’s hand.
“Thanks for inviting me, Jared,” he said.
“I couldn’t have it any other way,” Jared said.
“Unfortunately, Helen couldn’t make it,” Boris said.
“That’s okay,” Jared said, “I know my sister’s always busy.”
They sat.
“Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?” Jared said.
“Of course,” Boris said, “I am Boris Bradziunas, a general in the Livonian army. I grew up in Aegyptus and graduated from the Imperial War Academy in Constantinople. I helped lead coalition forces in North Eimerica until the withdrawal and Federation handover, and now I’m currently serving as Livonian Minister of Defense. But to Jared here, I’m his brother-in-law who always one-ups him at everything. Even the guitar.”
The students chuckled at that.
“I swear you could become a rock star if you just focused on that,” Jared said.
“Nah, I’ll leave that to you,” Boris said, “I mean, whose ever heard of a history professor rock star before?”
“It’ll be a long time before I even get there,” Jared said, “But anyways, let’s begin. So, you’re one of the youngest Romans or Livonians to have reached the rank of general, right?”
“In a way,” Boris said, “While I’m not quite the perfect picture of youth, the fact remains I’m on the younger side of both the Roman and Livonian officer corps. Everyone compares me to Gebhard Remmele.”
“Does that ever feel weird to you?” Jared asked.
“Sometimes,” Boris said, “I’m not General Remmele. I’ll just follow my orders and carry them out to the best of my ability.”
“Which brings me to my next question,” Jared said, “How was it like working with the likes of Gebhard Remmele and Huicton Ollin during the last few years of the Mexican war coalition?”
“We had our share of disagreements, I have to say,” Boris said, “Gebhard and I had different ideas on how to defeat MSC, and we argued a lot. Felt like both of us expected Ollin to step in and be the moderating force, since he had more experience than us, but turns out he wanted to do his own thing instead.”
“What own thing?” Jared said.
“Ollin and Zolin, the MSC leader, had a history with each other,” Boris said, “Zolin also humiliated Ollin early on in the MSC insurgency. Since then, Ollin’s always tried to get back at him at all costs.”
“Did he temper down after Zolin was apprehended?” Jared said.
“A little,” Boris said, “But he’s still…distant.”
“How so?” Jared said.
“Nothing against him,” Boris said, “But it feels like he’s lost his drive after capturing Zolin. Whereas Gebhard was relieved to go home, Ollin…looked like he was bored. Not to say anything against him, as I have a lot of respect for the man who held together his country almost on his own for the last twenty or so years.”
“And what about you?” Jared said.
“It’s nice coming home to Livonia,” Boris said, “That chapter of my life is over. I’ll spend the next one helping my country.”
“Alright, let’s open it up to the class,” Jared said, “Anybody have questions for him?”
A student raised his hand.“What do you do as Minister of Defense?”
“As Minister of Defense, I’m tasked with overseeing the Livonian military and protecting the Livonian people against national security threats,” Boris said, “I work closely with King-Emperor Gediminas I as part of Chancellor Valiulis’ cabinet, suggesting changes to the military budget and advising them on possible threats and ways to counter them.”
“What kind of threats?” the student asked.
“Well, there hasn’t been a conventional war in Europe since World War III,” Boris said, “But that doesn’t mean the continent is at peace. Russia is unstable, and Yavdi recently succumbed to a Paulluist resurgence, as you know. With the threat of a hostile neighboring army long gone, the focus of the Livonian military is now on patrolling the border and maintaining Tiger’s Defense. The army helps secure the Russian border, cracking down on the black market drug trade and human trafficking. Meanwhile, I’ve overseen the expansion of the Computer Emergency Response Team, or KALK, to protect our Internet and online infrastructure.”
“What is Tiger’s Defense?” another student asked.
“Tiger’s Defense is the Commonwealth’s network defense system,” Boris said, “It was founded in the afermath of the 2007 cyberattacks in which Mongol cartels targeted much of our country’s Internet and other essential infrastructure. Following that attack, the Livonian government prioritized securing and improving Internet infrastructure, considering cyberattacks a major national security threat. We’ve trained up an entire agency dedicated to monitoring the Internet and protecting our nation and its people online.”
“How different is it from being in the field?” another student asked.
“Well…it’s very different,” Boris said, “It’s certainly no Mexico. I’ve spent many of my days in my office, reading Tiger’s Defense status reports and consulting with Gediminas and Valiulis. I don’t miss field command as much as I expected.”
“What’s your proudest achievement?” another student asked.
“I think it was eventually stabilizing Mexico,” Boris said, “I can’t take the full credit for that as Generals Remmele and Ollin helped alongside me and Thordarsson wrote the peace deal, but I can count myself as one of the people who put an end to the long insurgency. My efforts are part of the reason why the Eimerican Federation has restored peace to the continent.”
“What is your opinion on Kaiser Wilhelm?” another student asked.
“Uh…” Boris said. “I’d rather stay away from that, but to briefly answer your question, I’m not that involved in Roman politics. Especially now that I myself am a Livonian minister.”
“As a Roman citizen, why did you decide to work for Livonia instead?” another student asked.
“I have relatives in Livonia,” Boris said, “It’s almost like a second home to me. I decided I wanted to help out the country my family came from. Although to be fair we settled in Alexandria several centuries ago.”
“Are you worried at all about the new equalist administration or the far right reaction to them?” another student asked.
“Valiulis is a good man,” Boris said, “He is not like the Soviets. While he and his cabinet come from an equalist party, they have sworn off revolution or deposing Gediminas. The only thing they share with the Soviets is the party name at this point. His main priority are combating the ongoing drought and helping farmers overcome crop failures. The nationalist riots are being monitored as a potential threat, but I can’t say more about them.”
The discussion continued for a while, but it eventually died down.
“So… any more questions?” Jared asked.
Alex raised his hand.
“Yes,” Boris said.
“Thank you for coming here today, Minister Bradziunas,” Alex said, “I’m wondering, what was the reason you entered the military?”
“Good question,” Boris said, “I think I went into the service for a couple reasons. I grew up during the later weeks of the war. I was fortunate to live in Alexandria, far from Russia. Even so many of my family members were caught up in the war. I lost a lot of them. It felt like there was a funeral every week. That image stuck with me as a kid. I decided I wanted to honor the memory of those who died in the war.”
“That was a surprising conclusion,” Jared said.
“It was,” Boris said, “You’d think I’d swear off war after seeing so many of my family die. But as I grew older, I had the opposite reaction. I wanted to fight in their name. To serve my nation and prevent more people from losing loved ones like I did…that was my life’s work.”
Outside Frankfurt - November 9, 8:00 AM
Alex got out of the car first, followed by Anders and Diana. They stepped off the recently paved road and made their way through the tall grass. The grass came up to Alex’s neck, making his nose itchy. Sometimes it got so bad he wanted to sneeze. He peered over the tall grass as best as he could and saw it continuing for miles around him, like it was a great green sea of grass. Behind him, the old Frankfurt skyline silently loomed over his family. There was no wind today, which was good, because he did not want more pollen in his face.
There was a small hill ahead of them. At the top of the hill sat an oak tree, the only one for miles and miles. Mementos hung from the branches and lay around the roots. Alex approached the tree and stopped in front of a simple plaque, nested between the roots. An Athanatoi portrait of his grandmother from decades ago lay next to it. He reached into his pocket and took out a smooth river stone he got from the Rhine in Strasburg, which he put in front of the plaque. Anders and Diana put more stones around the plaque and bowed their heads.
Alex never knew his grandmother. She had died twenty years ago, two years before he was born. All he knew were the stories his parents told him. He didn’t need to repeat those stories to himself now, since he already knew them. He wished he could’ve known her. He wished she’d lived long enough to see him. What would she say? Would she be proud of him? Would she approve of what he was doing? He didn’t know. Maybe he would never know. Maybe it didn’t matter at all.
While Alex and Anders said nothing, Diana whispered a short prayer Alex couldn’t understand. His Hebrew and Yiddish were really bad. But he knew what it meant since they recited it every year they came here instead of going to the crowded memorial services in the cities. It was an old funeral prayer his mother was fond of, passed down from her own mother. Just hearing it made him sad. He always associated it with his grandmother he never knew. So hearing it always made him think of what could’ve been. If 11/9 never happened, would his grandmother still be alive? Would he have actually known her? Would she have lived to see him? What would she think of him?
He shook the thoughts out of his head just as Diana finished her prayer. No real use dwelling on any hypotheticals, he told himself. Things happened, and there was no changing it. What mattered more was him remembering and moving forward. He would do that. His grandmother was gone forever. But he would always remember her and continue with her memory.