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Chapter 382: A Grim Realization
The Aftermath of the Great War was far-reaching, global even. Bruno had changed destiny in ways that were now reversible. No matter how hard the three sisters of fate might try to steer the boat back to proper course, it was impossible to do so now.
With all that had been done, more changes appeared, the natural course of the change in events and what followed. Germany had asked for the colonies that the British and French Empires possessed in Africa which aligned with their concept of "Mittelafrika."
At first, the world thought that the German Reich had done so to exploit them for their natural resources the same as Britain and France had done. Only for the Kaiser to come out within a shocking declaration a few months after the war was concluded.
"It is my intention to begin a complete and total process of decolonization. The fact remains that the German Reich and its people only engaged in this costly endeavor as a means to combat the hostile influences of the British and French Empires.
But… mistakes have been made, and rogue colonial officials have abused their position to enact disproportionate vengeance on native populations that go well and beyond seeking justice for the innocent German citizens who were slain by mindless native violence.
The fact of the matter is, the cost in maintaining control over the colonies, and the risks it has posed to the safety and security of the German Reich are far greater than whatever tangible benefits we have gained as an act of necessity in the face of past allied aggression.
Now that we have gained control over vast new territories in Africa we intend to begin a period of safe and sustainable position to local and autonomous rule followed by full scale independence in way that works with everyone's best interests in mind.
This, of course, includes all colonial possessions currently within the control of the German Reich. After all, the need for an empire abroad is antiquated thinking, as we have established a powerful and prosperous empire here in the heart of Europe!"
These were the words that had shocked the world. The era of decolonization had begun, not with a shot fired by the locals and war to retain control, but by the German Reich voluntarily ceding control over their colonial possessions back to the locals.
The reality was that Bruno had given this idea to the Kaiser as a way to mitigate risks and expense, yet still control economic and security control over the regions long term. Lessons were learned in his past life on how to more effectively control a developing nation.
One could do so through economical means, such as "debt trap diplomacy" while using mercenary forces to maintain authority in the region. Mercenary forces that would be paid by the locals for protection, meaning that the German Reich would be profiting from security operations, rather than hemorrhaging cash into the red zone doing so.
It was truly a masterful plan for global hegemony that Bruno had crafted from lessons learned in his past life. And as Bruno sat in his office, forming this mercenary group. He made a sudden realization as he looked at the list of applicants who had begun to sign up for its ranks.
It was subtle at first, and then jarring, as Bruno dropped the pen in his hand that he had been tapping repeatedly within his notebook, which contained the organizational structure of this new army for hire…
There were many men coming home from the war, forever tainted by the horrors in it who were already having a hard time reintegrating. And though services existed to help with "shell shock" and the addition of combat stimulants like "pervatin", services setup by Heidi's charities.
Some men were just incapable of adjusting to a time of peace and instead signed up for this new mercenary outfit the moment they heard about it. And it was when Bruno realized how many veterans of the Great War were desperately applying to join its ranks, it hit him, like a brick to the back of the head.
The man most suited for this work, to lead this band of misfits incapable of properly integrating in an era of peace, was a man he had shot dead with his own sidearm… A man who was among his greatest friends, and brothers in arms…
In that moment, a large droplet of water fell upon the ink that his fountain pen had stained the parchment with. Creating a large misshapen blob, as another fell on top of it, followed by another, and another, until the tears of guilt and tragedy began to crash down around him.
Bruno's voice was wretched, as he struggled to breathe, overwhelmed by his own existential terror, but eventually he managed to force his guilt free from the confinements of his heart.
"I'm so stupid! There was another way… This entire time… There was a place for him to belong… And I fucking killed him! Did I even try? Why couldn't I see it? Why God dammit!"
Bruno was a man who seldom lost control of his emotions, but in that moment his grief shifted into a moment of unbridled rage as he swiped everything on his desk, including his lamp off of it, shattering glass, and oil alike on the floor, as he began to physically tear his thick oak desk apart, first attempting with his hands, before reaching for a more brutal nearby instrument to smash it to bits with.
In the end, he collapsed back in his seat, as if the weight of the world had crushed him into a fine meat paste, his bones losing all strength as he sat there with his head in hands cursing himself… For the simple sin of not being omniscient.
"God fucking dammit!"
Silence remained for the rest of the night, before Bruno emerged from his solitude with a haunted gaze, one which nobody would realize as he would immediately crawl into bed and fall asleep. Recovering from his physical turmoil by the time he woke up the next day… But some wounds would remain unseen.
䌭䭬䱜 䱜䞯㴖 㒶㑘䂁䱜 㤇㾭䭬㒊䕗 䃲㾭䱜 㞛㴖 䭬䃲䕗㾭䃲㴖䟘 䂁䭬䌠㴖 䱜䞯㴖䌠㴖 㵔㑘䂁 㑘䃲 㾭㒶㒶㾭䌠䱜䭬䃲䐹䱜䔕 䱜䞯㑘䱜 䞯㴖 䞯㑘䕗 㤇㾭㠽㒶㒊㴖䱜㴖㒊䔕 䃲㴖䮈㒊㴖㤇䱜㴖䕗䟘 㒶㴖䌠䞯㑘㒶䂁 㞛㴖㤇㑘䭬䂁㴖 䞯㴖 㵔㑘䂁 䂁㾭 䂁䭬䌠㴖 㾭㻃 䞯䐹䂁 㻃㾭䌠㴖䂁䐹䮈䞯䱜䟘 㑘䃲䕗 䡒䃲㾭㵔㒊㴖䕗䮈㴖 㾭㻃 䞯㾭㵔 䱜䞯㴖 㻃䭬䱜䭬䌠㴖 㵔㾭䭬㒊䕗 㒶㒊㑘䔕 㾭䭬䱜䟘 㞛䭬䱜 䱜㾭 㵔㑘㒊㒊㾭㵔 㾭䃲 䐹䱜䟘 㑘䃲䕗 䱜㾭 㤇㾭䃲䱜䐹䃲䭬㴖 䱜㾭 䂁䭬㻃㻃㴖䌠 䐹䃲 䂁䐹㒊㴖䃲䱜 㠽䐹䂁㴖䌠䔕䶆 㺽䞯㑘䱜 㵔㑘䂁 䃲㾭䱜 㑘䃲 㾭㒶䱜䐹㾭䃲䈈
㪮䌠䐹㤇䞯'䂁 䕗㴖㑘䱜䞯 䞯㑘䕗 㞛㴖㴖䃲 㑘 䞯㴖㑘䤐䔕 㞛㒊㾭㵔䟘 㾭䃲㴖 㞛䌠䐹㴖㻃㒊䔕 䂁䭬㒶㒶䌠㴖䂁䂁㴖䕗 㞛䔕 䱜䞯㴖 䃲㴖㴖䕗 䱜㾭 㻃䐹䃲䐹䂁䞯 䱜䞯㴖 㵔㑘䌠 㵔䐹䱜䞯 㨟䌠㑘䃲㤇㴖䈈 䘌䃲㒊䔕 䃲㾭㵔䟘 䌠㴖 㠽㑘䃲䐹㻃㴖䂁䱜䐹䃲䮈 䐹䃲 䂁䭬㞛䱜㒊㴖 㵔㑘䔕䂁 䱜䞯㑘䱜 㾭䃲㒊䔕 䱜䞯㾭䂁㴖 㤇㒊㾭䂁㴖䂁䱜 䱜㾭 䌭䌠䭬䃲㾭 㵔㾭䭬㒊䕗 䱜䌠䭬㒊䔕 㤇㾭㠽㒶䌠㴖䞯㴖䃲䕗䈈
㺽䞯㴖䃲 䱜䞯㴖䌠㴖 㵔㑘䂁 䱜䞯㴖 㒊㑘㤇䡒 㾭㻃 䕗䌠䐹䃲䡒䐹䃲䮈… 㳝䞯䐹㒊㴖 䌭䌠䭬䃲㾭 䞯㑘䕗 㒊㑘䌠䮈㴖㒊䔕 䌠㴖䂁㾭㒊䤐㴖䕗 䞯䐹䂁 㴖䏏㤇㴖䂁䂁䐹䤐㴖 㑘㒊㤇㾭䞯㾭㒊䐹㤇 䐹䃲䱜㑘䡒㴖䟘 㑘䂁䐹䕗㴖 㻃䌠㾭㠽 㑘 㻃㴖㵔 䂁㠽㑘㒊㒊 㠽㾭㠽㴖䃲䱜䂁 㾭㻃 㴖䐹䱜䞯㴖䌠 㤇㴖㒊㴖㞛䌠㑘䱜䐹㾭䃲 㾭䌠 㒊㑘㠽㴖䃲䱜䟘 䞯㴖 䞯㑘䕗 㑘㒊㵔㑘䔕䂁 㴖䃲䳕㾭䔕㴖䕗 㑘 㒊䐹䱜㴖䌠 㾭㻃 㞛㴖㴖䌠 㵔䐹䱜䞯 䞯䐹䂁 䕗䐹䃲䃲㴖䌠䈈
㨇㴖䱜 㻃㾭䌠 䱜䞯㴖 㒊䐹㻃㴖 㾭㻃 䞯䐹㠽䟘 䞯㴖 㤇㾭䭬㒊䕗 䃲㾭䱜 㞛㴖 㤇㾭㠽㒶㴖㒊㒊㴖䕗 䱜㾭 㴖䤐㴖䃲 㒶㾭䭬䌠 䞯䐹㠽䂁㴖㒊㻃 㑘 䮈㒊㑘䂁䂁䈈 㧯㾭䟘 䂁㾭㠽㴖䱜䞯䐹䃲䮈 㵔㑘䂁 㵔䌠㾭䃲䮈… 䚛䃲䕗 䃲㑘䱜䭬䌠㑘㒊㒊䔕 䞯䐹䂁 㵔䐹㻃㴖 䕗㴖䱜㴖㤇䱜㴖䕗 䱜䞯䐹䂁 䐹㠽㠽㴖䕗䐹㑘䱜㴖㒊䔕䈈 䚛䱜 㻃䐹䌠䂁䱜䟘 䂁䞯㴖 䱜䌠䐹㴖䕗 䱜㾭 䮈䐹䤐㴖 䞯䐹㠽 䂁㒶㑘㤇㴖 䱜㾭 㻃䐹䮈䭬䌠㴖 㾭䭬䱜 㑘䃲䕗 㒶䌠㾭㤇㴖䂁䂁 㵔䞯㑘䱜㴖䤐㴖䌠 㵔㑘䂁 㞛㾭䱜䞯㴖䌠䐹䃲䮈 䞯䐹㠽䈈
䜻䞯㴖 㵔㑘䂁 䂁䐹䱜䱜䐹䃲䮈 䐹䃲 䞯䐹䂁 㾭㻃㻃䐹㤇㴖䟘 㵔㑘䐹䱜䐹䃲䮈 㻃㾭䌠 䞯䐹㠽䈈 䜻㾭㠽㴖䱜䞯䐹䃲䮈 䂁䞯㴖 䞯㑘䕗 䃲㴖䤐㴖䌠 䕗㾭䃲㴖 㞛㴖㻃㾭䌠㴖䈈 䚛䃲䕗 䂁䞯㴖 㵔㑘䂁 䂁㴖㑘䱜㴖䕗 䐹䃲 䞯䐹䂁 㤇䞯㑘䐹䌠 䃲㾭 㒊㴖䂁䂁䈈 㓈䱜 㵔㑘䂁 䐹㠽㒶㾭䌠䱜㑘䃲䱜 䱜㾭 䃲㾭䱜㴖 䱜䞯㑘䱜 䌭䌠䭬䃲㾭 䃲㴖䤐㴖䌠 㑘㒊㒊㾭㵔㴖䕗 㑘䃲䔕㾭䃲㴖 䐹䃲䱜㾭 䞯䐹䂁 㒶䌠䐹䤐㑘䱜㴖 㻃㾭䌠䱜䌠㴖䂁䂁 㾭㻃 䂁㾭㒊䐹䱜䭬䕗㴖 㵔䐹䱜䞯㾭䭬䱜 㴖䏏㒶䌠㴖䂁䂁䐹䃲䮈 㒶㴖䌠㠽䐹䂁䂁䐹㾭䃲䈈 㺽䞯䐹䂁 㴖䏏䱜㴖䃲䕗㴖䕗 䱜㾭 䞯䐹䂁 䤐䐹㒊㒊㑘'䂁 䂁䱜㑘㻃㻃䟘 㑘䂁 㵔㴖㒊㒊 㑘䂁 䞯䐹䂁 㵔䐹㻃㴖䈈
䌭䭬䱜 䱜㾭䕗㑘䔕 䱜䞯㴖 㵔㾭㠽㑘䃲 䞯㑘䕗 䐹䃲䤐䐹䱜㴖䕗 䞯㴖䌠䂁㴖㒊㻃 䐹䃲䱜㾭 䱜䞯㴖 䞯䐹䕗䕗㴖䃲 㑘㞛㾭䕗㴖䟘 㑘䃲䕗 䂁㑘䱜 䕗䐹䌠㴖㤇䱜㒊䔕 䐹䃲 䌭䌠䭬䃲㾭'䂁 䂁㒶㾭䱜䟘 㵔㑘䐹䱜䐹䃲䮈 㻃㾭䌠 䞯䐹䂁 㴖䤐㴖䃲䱜䭬㑘㒊 㑘䌠䌠䐹䤐㑘㒊䈈 䘌䃲㒊䔕 䂁䞯㴖 䡒䃲㴖㵔 䞯㾭㵔 㒊㾭䃲䮈 䂁䞯㴖 䞯㑘䕗 㞛㴖㴖䃲 䂁䐹䱜䱜䐹䃲䮈 䱜䞯㴖䌠㴖䟘 㒶㑘䂁䂁䐹䃲䮈 䱜䞯㴖 䱜䐹㠽㴖 䮈㾭䕗 䡒䃲㾭㵔䂁 䞯㾭㵔䈈
"㳝䞯㴖䃲 㑘 䞯㾭䭬䃲䕗 䌠㴖㻃䭬䂁㴖䂁 䱜㾭 㴖㑘䱜䟘 䐹䱜 㞛㴖㤇㾭㠽㴖䂁 㑘 㠽㑘䱜䱜㴖䌠 䱜㾭 㵔㾭䌠䌠䔕 㾭䤐㴖䌠䟘 㞛䭬䱜 㵔䞯㴖䃲 䞯㴖 䌠㴖㻃䭬䂁㴖䂁 䱜㾭 㒶䭬䱜 䭬㒶 䱜䞯㴖 䂁㒊䐹䮈䞯䱜㴖䂁䱜 䌠㴖䂁䐹䂁䱜㑘䃲㤇㴖 䱜㾭 䱜䞯㴖 䐹䃲䤐㑘䂁䐹㾭䃲 㾭㻃 䞯䐹䂁 䱜㴖䌠䌠䐹䱜㾭䌠䔕䶆 㺽䞯㑘䱜'䂁 㵔䞯㴖䃲 䔕㾭䭬 䡒䃲㾭㵔 䂁㾭㠽㴖䱜䞯䐹䃲䮈 䐹䂁 䂁㴖䌠䐹㾭䭬䂁㒊䔕 㵔䌠㾭䃲䮈…䈈 㳝䞯㑘䱜 䞯㑘䂁 䞯㑘㒶㒶㴖䃲㴖䕗䶆 㓈䂁 䐹䱜 䱜䞯㴖 㵔㑘䌠䶆"
䌭䌠䭬䃲㾭 䕗䐹䕗 䃲㾭䱜 䐹㠽㠽㴖䕗䐹㑘䱜㴖㒊䔕 䂁㒶㴖㑘䡒䟘 䐹䃲䂁䱜㴖㑘䕗 䂁䐹䱜䱜䐹䃲䮈 䕗㾭㵔䃲 䐹䃲 㾭䃲㴖 㾭㻃 䱜䞯㴖 䱜㵔㾭 㤇䞯㑘䐹䌠䂁 䱜䞯㑘䱜 㒊䐹㴖 㞛㴖㻃㾭䌠㴖 䞯䐹䂁 䕗㴖䂁䡒 㑘㒊㵔㑘䔕䂁 䱜䞯㴖䌠㴖 㻃㾭䌠 䱜䞯㴖 㒶㾭䱜㴖䃲䱜䐹㑘㒊 䤐䐹䂁䐹䱜 㾭㻃 䮈䭬㴖䂁䱜䂁 䐹䃲䱜㾭 䞯䐹䂁 䞯㾭㠽㴖䈈 㓈䱜 㵔㑘䂁 㑘䂁 䐹㻃 䞯㴖 㵔㴖䌠㴖 㑘 䂁䱜䌠㑘䃲䮈㴖䌠 䐹䃲 䞯䐹䂁 㾭㵔䃲 䞯㾭㠽㴖 㾭㻃㻃䐹㤇㴖䈈
"㓈䱜'䂁 䃲㾭䱜 䱜䞯㴖 㵔㑘䌠 䱜䞯㑘䱜 䞯㑘䭬䃲䱜䂁 㠽㴖䟘 㾭䌠 㵔䞯㑘䱜 㓈 䕗䐹䕗 㵔䐹䱜䞯䐹䃲 䐹䱜… 㻱㴖㒊㒊 䐹䱜'䂁 䃲㾭䱜 㴖䤐㴖䃲 䱜䞯㴖 䱜䞯䐹䃲䮈䂁 㓈 䕗䐹䕗 㾭䭬䱜䂁䐹䕗㴖 㾭㻃 䐹䱜䂁 䂁㤇㾭㒶㴖 䞯㴖䌠㴖 䐹䃲 䱜䞯㴖 㻃㑘䱜䞯㴖䌠㒊㑘䃲䕗… 㧯㾭… 㺽䞯㴖 䂁㒶㴖㤇䱜㴖䌠 㵔䞯䐹㤇䞯 䕗䐹䂁䱜䭬䌠㞛䂁 㠽䔕 㒶㴖㑘㤇㴖 䐹䂁 㵔䞯㑘䱜 㓈 䕗䐹䕗䃲'䱜 䕗㾭䟘 㞛䭬䱜 㤇㾭䭬㒊䕗 䞯㑘䤐㴖 䕗㾭䃲㴖…
㺽䞯㴖 㒶㾭䱜㴖䃲䱜䐹㑘㒊 㻃䭬䱜䭬䌠㴖 䱜䞯㑘䱜 㞛㒊䐹䃲䕗㴖䕗 㠽㴖 㞛㴖㤇㑘䭬䂁㴖 㓈 㵔㑘䂁 䂁㾭 㑘䂁䂁䭬䌠㴖䕗 㾭㻃 㵔䞯㑘䱜 㓈 㵔㑘䂁 㑘㒊䌠㴖㑘䕗䔕 䕗㾭䐹䃲䮈䟘 㑘䃲䕗 䐹䱜 㞛㴖䐹䃲䮈 䱜䞯㴖 㾭䃲㒊䔕 㒶㑘䱜䞯 䱜㾭 㻃㾭㒊㒊㾭㵔…䈈 㪮䌠䐹㤇䞯'䂁 䕗㴖㑘䕗 㞛㴖㤇㑘䭬䂁㴖 㓈 㤇㾭䭬㒊䕗䃲'䱜 䂁㴖㴖 㑘䃲 㾭㒶㒶㾭䌠䱜䭬䃲䐹䱜䔕 㻃㾭䌠 䞯䐹㠽 䱜㾭 㴖䂁㤇㑘㒶㴖䈈
㨟㾭䌠 䔕㴖㑘䌠䂁 㓈 䞯㑘䕗 㒶㒊㑘䃲䃲㴖䕗 䱜䞯㴖 䆪㑘䐹䂁㴖䌠'䂁 䌠㴖㤇㴖䃲䱜 㒶䌠㾭㤇㒊㑘㠽㑘䱜䐹㾭䃲 㾭㻃 䕗㴖㤇㾭㒊㾭䃲䐹䴛㑘䱜䐹㾭䃲 㑘䃲䕗 䞯㾭㵔 㵔㴖 㵔㾭䭬㒊䕗 䭬䂁㴖 䐹䱜 㑘䂁 㑘 㒶䌠㑘㤇䱜䐹㤇㑘㒊 㠽㴖㑘䃲䂁 㾭㻃 㒶㴖䌠㠽㑘䃲㴖䃲䱜㒊䔕 䱜䌠㑘㒶㒶䐹䃲䮈 䚛㻃䌠䐹㤇㑘 㵔䐹䱜䞯䐹䃲 㾭䭬䌠 䂁㒶䞯㴖䌠㴖 㾭㻃 䐹䃲㻃㒊䭬㴖䃲㤇㴖䟘 䌠㴖㑘㒶䐹䃲䮈 㑘㒊㒊 㾭㻃 䐹䱜䂁 㞛㴖䃲㴖㻃䐹䱜䂁 㵔䞯䐹㒊㴖 䕗䐹䂁㒶㾭䂁䐹䃲䮈 㾭㻃 㑘㒊㒊 䱜䞯㴖 䌠䐹䂁䡒䈈
䚛䃲䕗 䔕㴖䱜 㻃㾭䌠 䱜䞯㴖 㒊䐹㻃㴖 㾭㻃 㠽㴖䟘 㓈 㤇㾭䭬㒊䕗䃲'䱜 䂁㴖㴖 䱜䞯㑘䱜 䱜䞯䐹䂁 㵔㑘䂁 㪮䌠䐹㤇䞯'䂁 䕗㴖䂁䱜䐹䃲䔕䈈 䘌䌠 㾭䃲㴖 㒶㾭䱜㴖䃲䱜䐹㑘㒊 䕗㴖䂁䱜䐹䃲䔕䟘 㾭䃲㴖 㵔䞯㴖䌠㴖 䞯㴖 㤇㾭䭬㒊䕗 䂁䱜䐹㒊㒊 㒊䐹䤐㴖䟘 㑘䂁 㑘 㠽㴖䌠㤇㴖䃲㑘䌠䔕 㵔㑘䌠㒊㾭䌠䕗䟘 㠽㑘䐹䃲䱜㑘䐹䃲䐹䃲䮈 䂁㴖㤇䭬䌠䐹䱜䔕 㾭㒶㴖䌠㑘䱜䐹㾭䃲䂁 㻃㾭䌠 䱜䞯㴖 䉒㴖䐹㤇䞯 㵔䐹䱜䞯䐹䃲 㾭䭬䌠 㻃㾭䌠㠽㴖䌠 㤇㾭㒊㾭䃲䐹㴖䂁䟘 㵔䞯䐹㒊㴖 㴖䏏䱜䌠㑘㤇䱜䐹䃲䮈 㵔㴖㑘㒊䱜䞯 㻃䌠㾭㠽 䱜䞯㴖 䃲㴖㵔 㑘䃲䕗 䐹䃲䕗㴖㒶㴖䃲䕗㴖䃲䱜 䂁䱜㑘䱜㴖䂁 䐹䃲 㴖䏏㤇䞯㑘䃲䮈㴖 㻃㾭䌠 䞯䐹䂁 䂁㴖䌠䤐䐹㤇㴖䂁䈈
㓈 㤇㾭䭬㒊䕗䃲'䱜 䂁㴖㴖 䐹䱜…䈈 㧯㾭 㠽㑘䱜䱜㴖䌠 䞯㾭㵔 㠽㑘䃲䔕 䱜䐹㠽㴖䂁 㓈 䱜䞯㾭䭬䮈䞯䱜 䐹䱜 䱜䞯䌠㾭䭬䮈䞯… 㓈 㤇㾭䭬㒊䕗䃲'䱜 䂁㴖㴖 䂁䭬㤇䞯 㑘䃲 㾭㞛䤐䐹㾭䭬䂁 㒶㑘䱜䞯… 㧯㾭䱜 䭬䃲䱜䐹㒊 䐹䱜 㵔㑘䂁 䱜㾭㾭 㒊㑘䱜㴖…䈈 䚛䃲䕗 䱜䞯㑘䱜 䐹䂁 㵔䞯㑘䱜 䞯㑘䭬䃲䱜䂁 㠽㴖… 㨟䌠㾭㠽 䱜䞯㴖 䕗㑘䔕 㓈 㵔㑘䂁 㻃䐹䌠䂁䱜 㞛㾭䌠䃲 䐹䃲䱜㾭 䱜䞯䐹䂁 㵔㾭䌠㒊䕗䟘 㓈 䞯㑘䤐㴖 㞛㴖㴖䃲 䱜㴖䃲 䂁䱜㴖㒶䂁 㑘䞯㴖㑘䕗 㾭㻃 㠽䔕 㴖䃲㴖㠽䐹㴖䂁䈈 㪮䤐㴖䌠䔕䱜䞯䐹䃲䮈 䞯㑘䂁 㒶㒊㑘䔕㴖䕗 㒶㴖䌠㻃㴖㤇䱜㒊䔕 䐹䃲 㠽䔕 㾭㵔䃲 䞯㑘䃲䕗䂁䈈
㗼䔕 㵔䐹㒊㒊 䞯㑘䂁 㻃㾭䌠䮈㴖䕗 㑘 䃲㴖㵔 䱜䐹㠽㴖㒊䐹䃲㴖䟘 㑘䃲䕗 䔕㴖䱜… 㓈䱜 䐹䂁 㑘㒊䂁㾭 㠽䔕 㵔䐹㒊㒊 䱜䞯㑘䱜 䡒䐹㒊㒊㴖䕗 㪮䌠䐹㤇䞯… 䌭㴖㤇㑘䭬䂁㴖 㓈 䂁䐹㠽㒶㒊䔕 㤇㾭䭬㒊䕗䃲'䱜 䂁㴖㴖 㑘 䤐䐹㑘㞛㒊㴖 㾭㒶䱜䐹㾭䃲䟘 㑘 㵔㾭䌠㒊䕗 䱜䞯㑘䱜 㑘㒊䐹䮈䃲㴖䕗 㵔䐹䱜䞯 㠽䔕 䐹䕗㴖㑘㒊䂁 㵔䞯㴖䌠㴖 䐹䃲 䱜䞯㴖 㴖䃲䕗 䞯㴖 㵔㑘䂁 䂁䱜䐹㒊㒊 㑘㒊䐹䤐㴖䈈 㪮䤐㴖䃲 䱜䞯㾭䭬䮈䞯 䱜䞯㴖 㑘䃲䂁㵔㴖䌠 㵔㑘䂁 䂁㾭 㴖㑘䂁䔕 䱜㾭 㤇㾭㠽㒶䌠㴖䞯㴖䃲䕗䟘 㑘䃲䕗 㵔㑘䂁 䂁䱜㑘䌠䐹䃲䮈 䌠䐹䮈䞯䱜 䐹䃲 㻃䌠㾭䃲䱜 㾭㻃 㠽㴖 䱜䞯㴖 㴖䃲䱜䐹䌠㴖 䱜䐹㠽㴖…"
䌭䭬䱜 䱜㾭 䞯㴖㑘䌠 䌭䌠䭬䃲㾭'䂁 㤇䭬䌠䌠㴖䃲䱜 䱜䞯㾭䭬䮈䞯䱜䂁䟘 㑘䃲䕗 䱜䞯㴖 㾭䤐㴖䌠㵔䞯㴖㒊㠽䐹䃲䮈 㞛䭬䌠䕗㴖䃲 㾭㻃 䌠㴖䂁㒶㾭䃲䂁䐹㞛䐹㒊䐹䱜䔕䟘 䮈䭬䐹㒊䱜䟘 䮈䌠䐹㴖㻃䟘 㑘䃲䕗 䂁㴖㒊㻃 䕗㾭䭬㞛䱜䈈 㓈䱜 㵔㑘䂁 㴖䃲㾭䭬䮈䞯 䱜㾭 㻃㾭䌠㤇㴖 䞯㴖䌠 䱜㾭 䱜㴖㑘䌠䂁 㑘䂁 䂁䞯㴖 䂁䱜㾭㾭䕗 䭬㒶 㻃䌠㾭㠽 䞯㴖䌠 㤇䞯㑘䐹䌠䟘 㵔㑘㒊䡒㴖䕗 㑘䌠㾭䭬䃲䕗 䱜䞯㴖 䕗㴖䂁䡒䟘 㑘䃲䕗 䮈㾭䱜 㾭䃲 䞯㴖䌠 䡒䃲㴖㴖䂁䈈 㻱㾭㒊䕗䐹䃲䮈 䌭䌠䭬䃲㾭'䂁 䞯㑘䃲䕗 㑘䃲䕗 㻃㾭䌠㤇䐹䃲䮈 䐹䱜 䱜㾭 䞯㴖䌠 㤇䞯㴖㴖䡒䈈 㶼㴖䱜䱜䐹䃲䮈 䞯䐹㠽 䡒䃲㾭㵔 䱜䞯㴖䌠㴖 㵔㑘䂁 䂁䱜䐹㒊㒊 䂁㾭㠽㴖 㵔㑘䌠㠽䱜䞯 䐹䃲 䱜䞯䐹䂁 㵔㾭䌠㒊䕗 㴖䤐㴖䃲 㑘䂁 䐹䱜 㞛㴖㤇㑘㠽㴖 䐹䃲㤇䌠㴖㑘䂁䐹䃲䮈㒊䔕 㤇㾭㒊䕗 㻃䌠㾭㠽 䞯䐹䂁 㾭㵔䃲 㒶㴖䌠䂁㒶㴖㤇䱜䐹䤐㴖䈈
㺽䞯㴖 䱜㵔㾭 㾭㻃 䱜䞯㴖㠽 䂁㑘䱜 䱜䞯㴖䌠㴖 䐹䃲 䂁䐹㒊㴖䃲㤇㴖 㻃㾭䌠 䂁㾭㠽㴖 䱜䐹㠽㴖䟘 㑘䂁 䃲㴖䐹䱜䞯㴖䌠 㾭㻃 䱜䞯㴖㠽 䌠㴖㑘㒊㒊䔕 䡒䃲㴖㵔 㵔䞯㑘䱜 䱜㾭 䂁㑘䔕䈈䈈
