BOOK 5 - Habsburg-Paraguay 

Contents

BOOK 5 - Habsburg-Paraguay	1
Contents	1
Chapter 1- Across the Poisoned Stream Rhine	1
Fugitives on the road	1
Fine People of France	3
Chapter 2- Radio Free Poland	7
Electors of Reich; tentacles of devil fish	7
What is a Braganza?	9
Chapter 3- Habichtburg-Habsburg-Aargau	15
Jan17, 2004	15
Swiss Connection: Duke of Aargau	15
Chapter 4- Habsburg- Paraguay	23
Chapter 5- Mysteries of Paris	36
Jan 19, 2004	36
Monsieur Afrique	36
Paris	37
Jan20, 2004	38
Hotel	38
Palais Justice of Paris	41
Chapter 6- The M-Files	44
Jan 21, 2004	44
Belgian Connection	44
Concentration camps in Yugoslavia	46
German Kings in Vacation 1914-18 and 1939-45	47
Jan 22, 2004	47
Coburg Africa Burning since 1994	47
World Wildlife Fund	50
Democratic Nominations in Iowa	51
A-Z Files	51
Davos so near Lichtenstein	51


Chapter 1- Across the Poisoned Stream Rhine

Fugitives on the road

Bars and Carlos left Bonn without further incident. Our mini flying Seiko camera went with them.  The view on our monitor suggested that the camera was perched somewhere behind the back sit. We could see Bars driving and Carlos sitting next to him.

Carlos was quiet. Bars was humming his usual tune.

‘The one man band is coming;
Koysuren Bars is coming...’

Though the tune was repeated many times, there were modifications to the lines.

‘It is one man band,’ said Bars, ‘because you have no papers.’

Carlos did not understand.

‘No papers, no man!’ explained Bars. ‘In this part of the world, papers are everything; human being is nothing.’

‘Si, lo se.’ Said Carlos. ‘Yes, I know.’

‘What if I cannot reach Monsieur Monsieur?’ asked Bars. ‘It would not be safe for me to recross the border. You will be stranded without papers. Unless you have a back up plan of yourself, we should agree on something.’

Carlos was thinking.

‘Maybe I can send the papers with someone I can find.’ suggested Bars. ‘But that may take time and I know not how you can live through the night without papers.’

‘It wil not be necessary. Once you call Monsieur Jacques Monsieur, everything will be taken care of before the night is over.’

‘Jack like Jacob. Fine with me. But suppose I call and he is not there. What then? Maybe you could call from this side of the border so he can meet me.’

‘Jack Monsieur will not respond to any call from this side of the border. It is a mater of principle. He cannot get over the trick they played on him. In fact, he has sworn revenge; on all the eight monarchies and the three republics, the secret services of which collaborated to frame him. His phone wil not be picked when the caller is from any of these eleven states. You have to call once you are inside France.’

‘Eight monarchies! I thought there were more of those things in Europe!’ said Bars.

‘Sure, but Jack Monsieur has no ill feeling against the Monarchies of Spain and Sweden, both of which are French; that is Latin.’ Said Carlos.

‘I thought all those royals were related anyway.’ Said Bars.

‘There is a great divide between Latin royals and German royals.’ Said Carlos.

‘But they all hold together, don’t they?’ asked Bars.

‘Certainly not. Germans are professionals of palaces. They have occult secrets no Latin royal could even guess at even if he were with them for some time.’

‘But they are together most of the time, are they not?’

‘Certainly not. Take the Dutch royals for example. When Irene married Carlos Bourbon-Parma, she was excommunicated from the Dutch house so that the Frenchman would not come too close to observe.’

‘Bourbon-Parma is French?’

‘Yes, a descendent of Louis XIV.’

‘Strange!’ said Bars. ‘I would think the line of Louis XIV above the whole lot. The Dutch ought to be proud of the connection.’

‘They are not really Dutch.’

‘What are they?’

‘German of course. All monarchies except Spain and Sweden are German.’

‘But there is Britain too.’ Said Bars.

‘Its royals too are Germans.’ Said Carlos.

‘You mean Anglo-Saxon or some such thing?’

‘I mean German in the sense that Philip Windsor and all his ancestors are German like Adolf Hitler.’

‘Originally from Germany but in England since centuries then.’

‘Certainly not. Philip Windsor became a citizen of England only in 1947.’

‘What was he before that?’

‘His four sisters were wives of four Nazi Generals.’

‘No kidding!’ said Bars.

‘It is hard to believe.’ Said Carlos. ‘This happening after Hitler is probably for Scots and English soldiers; something like you defeat the dark lord and return home only to find Saruman has taken over the Shire.’

‘Who is Saruman?’ asked Bars.

‘Saruman is Philip Battenberg become Windsor.’ Said Carlos. This is in the movie, Lord of the Rings.’

‘I have been meaning to see that.’ Said Bars.

‘Let’s watch it together when we are in Paris.’ Said Carlos.

Fine People of France

Bars and Carlos were driving towards the border with France.

‘There must be people in France who can help me.’ Said Carlos.

‘I would not be sure of that.’ Said Bars. ‘Seeing that France is doubled on every platform by Germans.’

‘That is only mimicking the enemy; until the Force de Frappe is dead and buried.’ Said Carlos.

‘Who is Force de Frappe?’ asked Bars.

‘It is the nuclear deterrent of Latins that has secured this half centuries of peace. Relative peace, I should say. For, the Germaniac did set up concentration camps where Latins were not directly involved and where American presence was near nil.’

‘America is everywhere, I should think.’

‘Not really! Belgian Coburg dominate central Africa. Their agents look black on the outside but are from Missionary fathers inside.’

‘Brain washed?’

‘No, bred in hatcheries called orphanages.’

‘But it is a good thing to take care of the orphan and the widow.’

‘Not if they are made so deliberately so that missionary gets his hand on hens and produces his own virus mutations on native culture.’

‘Missionary virus and culture mutations; I understand.’ Said Bars with a sincere smile confessing ignorance.

‘I should sound some people while in France; maybe they can suggest a way out.’ Said Carlos.

Bars was just driving. There were petrol stations right and left. 

‘A police patrol might start from any one of them and give chase. They do that even without grounds if driver of an elegant car is a foreigner.’ Said Bars.

‘If too elegant, they even dispatch killer teams.’ Said Carlos.

‘That is horrible. Why would they do such a thing?’ 

‘Sheer envy, I suppose.’ Said Carlos and went into deep thinking.

‘There is another petrol station and the patrol car is right there.’ Said Bars.

‘I was thinking of Yves Bot. He might help us.’ Said Carlos.

‘Who is Yves Bot?’

‘Prosecutor General of the Republic of Paris.’

‘Is that the guy who released the Algerian?’ asked Bars interested.

‘Who?’

‘The name you named! In Paris, prosecutor.’

‘Yves Bot? I don’t know. What Algerian?’ asked Carlos, interested. He was thinking of Algeria maybe.

‘There was this Algerian working in Paris Airport since decades. Then, a year after September 11, just when German reporters needed another Arab profile, there came out this outrage.’

‘Conveniently just before the hate week frenzy is due, the enemy cooperatively intensifies bombing raids.’

‘What?’

‘Orwell 1984.’ Said Carlos.

‘Oh, a movie, is it? Anyway, this Algerian working at Paris Airport! A phone call to the police and his auto is searched; right outside at parking lot of the airport. Found objects: bombs, small guns, specifications of cockpit with Arabic annotations.’

‘Typical!’ said Carlos, ‘and stupid, but what of it? Every public gets the framers they deserve.’

‘Naturally the Algerian is arrested…’

‘With fanfare!’

‘What?’

‘A showy outward display typical of crooks framing someone innocent.’

‘Innocent Algerian is filmed and photographed and conveyed to interrogation.’

‘Happens all the time. TV stations do overtime. Orc Papers go berserk.’

‘But then, some prosecutor asks the Algerian who might have framed him.’

‘That is unusual.’

‘Framing?’

‘No, asking the victims opinion.’

‘Well, this French prosecutor not only l’stens to the victim but also follows the lead and catches the ex-Legionnaire who planted the things into the auto. The Legionnaire Hans is even wanted for similar framing elsewhere in France. He has been framing Frenchmen before he promoted to working Algerians. He even confesses that the French in-Laws paid him to frame the Algerian who was about winning a case for custody of his child.’

‘Rare case of justice done.’ Said Carlos.

‘That is not all! The French Prosecutor gave a press conference, emphasized the importance for the media too set the record right, and wanted them to write that he was now personally going to the prison where the Algerian was held; to convey the innocent man personally to his home and to rehabilitate his name fully and make sure his employers would not do dirty.’

‘Latin brother Yves Bot has done well. Those who have dignity respect dignity of others! Needless to say, the German papers and TV never gave the sequel to the frame up.’

‘Is that the French prosecutor you mean to meet?’ asked Bars.

‘Yves Bot? Probably. The character fits. He was prosecutor for Nanterre until some hysteric mass murder and following suicide in police custody. I believe the man was driven overboard. At that time, Yves Bot was promoted to attorney general; probably someone did not want a thorough investigation at Nanterrre.’

‘Lucky Algerian then, to be framed just after that decent man takes over.’

‘Very lucky. But it helps not much. When he is framed next time, Yves Bot will not be there.’ Said Carlos.

‘Where will he be?’

‘Who knows? He may be shot through the head; like in movie Ikarus.’

‘I saw that movie. Yves Montand played the State Attorney.’ Said Bars.

‘That is the character of Yves Bot too; exactly as depicted by Yves Montand. Eerie coincidence. I almost fear for Yves Bot.’

‘But surely an attorney general cannot be shot through the head in Paris!’

‘Maybe not in Paris! But it can happen in Ivory Coast.’

‘Why would he be there?’

‘Oh, why would a Thompson Gazelle be where it is shot? Why would pheasants fly to where hunters lay in wait?’

‘I know that! Hunters bring a caged pheasant that sings and lures the others.’ Said Bars.

‘Just so! Murder of a French journalist in Ivory coast should lure the top prosecutor of France to the location of the crime.’

‘Would Ivory Coast government allow such a thing?’

‘They need not know a thing. A Dutch killer or Belgian flying from one of the many natural parks in a helicopter of the World Wildlife Fund of Coburg can do the job and frame local policemen into the bargain. Each of those natural parks under Belgian management is bigger than Belgium itself. Lots of professional killers employed for protection of elephants; kind of retirement jobs for Secret Services of eight monarchies and their three republics. And they are seeds of Colonial Renaissance; hatching right before the eyes of this stupidly free world.’

‘What is a Coburg?’ asked Bars.

‘Oh, that is one of twelve occult houses that elect Kaisers and prepare wars.’

‘How can they? Are they too clever for the peaceful majority of mankind?

‘No, they are not clever at all. That is why they can! They are so stupid that a normal mind can never believe the things they plan generations ahead unless you film the whole thing real time for ninety years and show it sped by a factor of thousand, which may be plausible. And find people to watch with concentration for a whole month, which is not possible.’

‘Whaw.’ Said Bars. ‘Sounds like the kind of devil I might risk a duel with.’

‘I am tempted to say, be patient! But I know the Coburgs can beat all when it comes to patience. Patience is their game. The electors patiently waited fifty years until the Slav confederation collapsed and then they not only got their home duchy Thuringia but also they got back their fief Bulgaria. Soon to follow is Romania. Then must Greece bleed again.’

‘Whaaw,’ said Bars. ‘Sounds like an enemy I should consider.’

‘Consider, certainly. It is the enemy!’ said Carlos.

‘Let us consider this thing thoroughly once we are out of this horrible zone. Remind me if I forget.’ Said Bars.

The car cruised on motorway towards the border. Both fugitives returned to their private thoughts. 

‘Shame if she crashes in the same Paris tunnel Diana crashed,’ said Carlos to himself after long reflections.

‘Who?’

‘Margaret de Bourbon-Parma, daughter of Carlos and Irene. If she crashed in that same tunnel where Diana Spencer died, best analysts money can buy would explain away the coincidence; same hotel, same airport, etc., naturally!’ 

‘Oh,’ said Bars and became silent. Obviously Carlos needed to do some thinking aloud; it would be best to not interrupt the process.

‘And yet, France is full of decent characters with dignity! There is Foreign Minister Dominique! Then, there is Justice Minister Dominique; all decent characters, and bold too. But they will be closely watched. Then there are still some Stuarts in France; there are still good Basks and good Albanians too. No Bonaparts alas but enough noble Corsicans and Tuscans still; best Latins all; sense of dignity still intact. There are some good Greeks, descendents of exiles from the first German kings to Greece. I cannot vouch for so called White Russians; probably a mixed lot duped by monarchists, judging by the fact that in all their exile journals they never said Czars toppled in revolution were Germans. Maybe White Russians are just Volga Germans; like Huguenots who posed as Lutheran Frenchmen were plain Palatine Germans. I wonder if Brother of Diana Spencer is in Paris now; decent chap.’

Bars silently drew past roadside motels next to petrol stations towards the border. 

Carlos hardly paid attention to the geography. He was probably thinking ahead; the steps he might take once outside the Bloody Reich. There was no assurance that he would actually make it, manage to cross the border, but judging by his character, whatever of it had been revealed so far, probably he settled that question in his mind as a fifty-fifty chance and planed on one half of the probability while ignoring the other half. That is what I would do anyway; deliberately refusing to plan for one half of the possible outcomes to save resources. Would that be a heuristic approach? I wondered.


Chapter 2- Radio Free Poland

Electors of Reich; tentacles of devil fish

Carlos reached to the radio set and manipulated the tuner. Then both fugitives listened to the Polish Poet while their eyes were riveted on the road ahead.

'...Radio Free Poland... Adam Bielak Speaking... Listen Nemsky... 

Economy of usurpation: too much of silver was bad for Spain then just like too much of oil reserve is bad now for our ex-colonies. Why is Vietnam so poor? Because it can produce too much coffee. Why has Africa so little a share of world trade? Because we fix their export prices so low. 

Creditors of usurpation: back in 1520, global banking was a privilege of the Reich just as it is now. Back then; there was no need to fix Hebrew or Venetian identity for our bankers in Augsburg, Frankfurt, Florence and Antwerp because sole debtor was German emperor of Spain. Later when countries not yet under German kings were to be saddled with debt, it became necessary to cover up the German identity of the bankers. The idea came from Kurfurst von Hesse; his vassal Amsel Bauer was renamed Rothschild so it sounded hundred percent Jewish. Like in the film they called him Hombre… Paul Newman sitting in the stagecoach; lady passenger guesses him Native American. How did you know, asks Newman, who is dressed like all the good Christians in the coach. By your eyes, says the lady, and behold, those are blue. Anyway, after Napoleon, banker of Hesse was refit as if Hebrew. Even Dostoyevski, Russian novelist who wrote of human suffering with humor and psychological insight (1821-1881), fell flat to the performance. It worked so well that later Hesse tried it again with Karl Marcus. I wonder why not with Fredrick Engels too. Hesse had his own synagogue and could issue papers by the legion. Did not work with Huguenots though. They all came crawling back to Hesse; Rockefellers back to Neu-Wied. Then Hesse deployed them all over the colonies, having used a considerable number to destabilize Stuart England. Cloaked as Frenchmen, they had open door to England, which was naturally closed to Germans because many still remembered the Plantagenets as a German House; just because that stupid son of John Lackland came back from London and became Emperor of the German Reich. But later Hesse removed that line from all libraries of the planet. Anyway, it helps to refit our hated bankers with identities of other nations. After Stalin, bankers of the Reich were refit as if American. Accordingly American citizens who head the international usury rings, IMF and WB are properly called Wolfenshon, Krueger, Kaufman… all sound very Jewish in the ears of enlightened dissidents; we could use more of such dissidents. With such enemies of our das capital, who needs friends? Piece of cake. 

What about the Jewish moneylender of King John Plantagenet era then, you may wonder. Sir Walter Scott, Scottish author of historical novels and ballads (1771-1832), describes him in Ivanhoe. But meine Lieben, the Scotsman reconstructs from documents we produce after the glorious usurpation by Nassau in 1688 but we predate before Magna Charta 1215. Orwell even fell to such performance. He wrote of it: the severe punishment for poaching and hunting in Britain, he always thought to be a remnant of the Norman era but shortly before death he found out this to be a thing dating from after 1688 usurpation, just like the window tax on Irish and Scottish houses. But those natives can be cunning, you know. The Irish actually walled the windows of the show parliament allowed them to avoid the tax on window light. Not much different from Gandhi taking salt from the ocean to evade salt tax. Thousands of his followers were shot by the Hessians on that day in 1930s. Ten thousands were beaten and arrested. All that jazz was just to evade the salt tax to our dear Georg V Coburg. And Poor Georg trying to civilize the ungrateful.

Synchrony beats the natives: always synchronize a blow with something irrelevant to the operation; plan a revolution long in advance but push the button on a year of draught; keep a list of the Scottish American generals to be dismissed but tell one he is history the moment after he sighs audibly. For the rest of his petty life, he will imagine a connection between the sigh and the dismissal, and wonder what might happen if he had not sighed.

In reflections of the agent:
When noting absence of these things in school and shop books. Lots of books had to be read but none of all that stuff. Arnold would say.
Sonderschule like Sonderabteilung, sondertransport, sonderdusche, sonderlager…

Demetra Vaka to Greece from the US: before or after US entry to war in 1917?

Demetra Vaka, 1917, In the Heart of the German Intrigue in Greece!

Reliable midwives are difficult to find: one was found and attended births of both Victoria Hanover and Albert Coburg, three months apart and Half Europe away, and look at the rich progeny. Had there been more of such midwives, five German houses ruling Britain would not go extinct. Had there been no Margaret Plantagenet in Flanders, sister of last several Plantagenet kings to England, there would be no boy Philip fair born to Mary of Burgundy in 1478; nor would Karl V and Ferdinand be born to the mad Joanna Aragon from the said Philip Handsome. The glorious revolution of 1688 was based on one claim: that James III Stuart was not really son of James II Stuart, though Mary and Anne were really his daughters. The Scotsman was declared impotent of male progeny but could produce as many daughters as he liked on condition that they marry Nassau and Oldenburg, Brunswick-Hanover, Coburg or Palatine. The agitation worked all right but natives were alerted to possibility of child swapping and it became risky to do so in German houses ruling Britain. The sad result was that five houses sent to London from Germany became extinct in succession. This was a risky matter since half Scotland is related to Stuarts, a quarter of Scots are actually called so, and any of these people might take over on extinction of our houses. The only remedy was to drag them into never ending wars in furthest corners of the planet. It worked. Incidentally, Carlos Bourbon I, was also rumored to be not son of his father, but that is another matter: we spread that rumor so that reasons more grave in the eyes of the Latins would not be looked for his suppressing the Jesuits. We make him Carlos III, smoothly including the Habsburg Karl into the list of kings, so that reader of histories will not notice the passage of rule from native to usurper and back. We do the same for Romanovs and Holstein; for native Norman, usurper Plantagenet and again native Tudor. All those eight Henries: the first one is native Norman; the last two are native Welsh called Tudor. In between are five German Henries ruling England. 

Lots of things I would like to find out yet!

I would like to know more of The Fourth Protocol, the Pale Horse, Apocalypse!

I will talk of the Septuagint: Macedonian rulers, German editors, book of Esther, population census ordered by Satan or by the Lord, Antiochus von Rhine harassing the Hebrews in Palestine while Ptolemy improves on the Old Testament. Caesar and his librarian Varro in Alexandria, burning of the library after six months of siege. 
Maybe there is an original book of Esther like the original of the Protocols of Zion was the Secret Instructions of Jesuits. Where does Pharaoh go when he is not in Egypt, I would like to find out. Can Memphis and Thebes become Hesse and Saxe? Can Nomes on the Nile become duchies on the Rhine? Who knows?

What is a Braganza? It is the hard sea-shell of Portugal adopted by a soft river octopus of Rhine. Sounds like a riddle, right? Take a look at the definition in Encarta:

What is an octopus? It is also called devil-fish; bottom-living cephalopod having a soft oval body with eight long tentacles. Call them eight overreaching electors. They reach out for kingdoms to usurp. Soft oval body! That is the Reich.

Now I will explain the devilfish hiding inside a Braganza sea shell!

There was increasing static. Voice of the Polish poet faded and did not return.

What is a Braganza?

‘That was interesting!’ said Bars while radio static stabilized and all hope of hearing human voice disappeared for some time.

‘I am glad the Pole still lives!’ said Carlos with relief.

‘Rather unusual!’ said Bars. ‘Normally these assassins of Westphalia are all over Poland. They can eliminate any distinguished personality just like that.’

‘I know.’ Said Carlos.

‘But what really is a Braganza?’ wondered Bars.

‘Braganza is name of the former royal family of Portugal and Brazil, and of the ducal house from which the family was descended. The name is derived from the seat of the duchy, the city of Bragança.’

‘Old House?’ asked Bars, mildly interested. 

‘The first duke of Braganza, given that title in 1442, was Alfonso, illegitimate son of John I, king of Portugal.’ 

‘Why call Alfonso illegitimate if you know his father to be King John?’ asked Bars.

‘Born to second partner.’

‘So?’

‘So, Illegitimate.’

‘Stupid!’ said Bars, ‘Cruel to mother and child.’

‘Bigamy is made illegitimate for protection of women,’ said Carlos.

‘Women who?’ asked Bars. ‘How is a first wife protected by second wife lacking official sanction? With or without registration, she is there, is she not? In all other things, even for street vendors, regulations and registration is upheld!’

‘Some Pope must have thought otherwise.’

‘Were all Popes Latin?’

‘There were a few Germans, I suppose.’

‘Really? When?’

‘Way back. Long time ago.’

‘That the time bigamy was declared illegal? It cannot be in the Bible. Remember Abraham and Jacob!’

‘Possible.’

‘And none dare reconsider the forgery?’

‘None so far; if it be forgery.’

‘Poor Alfonso!’ said Bars. ‘Illegitimate not because father unknown but because a king is denied a piece of paper. From Rome? What a shame.’

‘Maybe it is not that simple,’ said Carlos.

‘No triviality is simple once there have been German scribes into it.’ said Bars. ‘Look at their tax regulations; how the rules change every year like liquid metal. You cannot fix anything that cannot be proved different for each tax payer. Like hotel bills: deducible for Hans; plain and simple without arguments. Not deducible for Alfonso: and a thousand sub clauses explain why.’

‘Well, yes! There is a severe lack of principles in these medieval duchies.’

‘But that makes them dangerous to mankind.’ Said Bars.

‘Not if they were kept disarmed’ said Carlos and then repeated in lower voice, ‘Not if they were kept disarmed after one of the wars they started.’

‘Explain the devilfish hiding inside a Braganza sea shell!’ said Bars.

‘Duke John was an unsuccessful candidate for the throne against Philip II of Spain in 1580.’

‘That is hundred forty years after first Duke of Braganza is created.’ estimated Bars. ‘Main line of King John became extinct then. I wonder how the last males met their deaths.’

‘A grandson of Duke John became John IV, king of Portugal, on the liberation of that country from Spain in 1640.’

‘Eighty years Portugal was under Spanish rule after the main line from King John ended. And that, just because the side line from King John was called illegitimate!’

‘Actually, Spain itself was under German rule.’

‘No kidding!’

‘Philip II of Spain was not of Spain. He was German.’

‘Why did you not say so before? Why say Philip II of Spain?’

‘Because all books say so.’ 

‘Even Encarta the Pole mentioned?’

‘Even Encarta of Microsoft, if it is prepared by Funk & Wagnall's Corporation.’

‘German name, Funk.’

‘The breed is everywhere, from Krueger and Wolfenshon at World Bank to Bremer, occupation governor in Iraq.’

‘That is Paul Bremer, right? I wonder if he is really from Bremen. Like the musicians in the tale.’

‘Rumsfeld certainly is from Bremen.’

‘No kidding. Another German with American mask! How many are there?’

‘One German to each three Americans; seventy five million in three hundred.’

‘A quarter of America is Germans? That is twice the black American population. No wonder there is the Klan von Hoods. No wonder Vietnam of Johnson turned into Poland of Hitler.’ 

‘Yes. Kuestner-Custer clan in Little Big Horn, Pfoershing-Pershing von Rhine in Mexico and Philippines, Mountbatten-Hesse in the Pacific.’

‘All Germans?’

‘Yes, Hessians all.’

‘Whaw! I never knew that. One would think in catering business we come to know everything.’

‘Everything else, sure. Everything else is in the libraries, on TV, everywhere.

‘But not Kuestner-Custer?’

‘No. Only in Henry Louis Mencken.’

‘Also German?’

‘Heinrich Ludwig Mencken, really, von Baltimore.’

‘My, my, my!’

‘After 1640, the heirs to the Portuguese throne were given the title of duke of Braganza.’

‘Because they were from Alfonso.’ completed Bars.

‘Yes, on the male line. Latins are no exception to patrilineality.’

‘Philip II did not become a Braganza?’

‘Of course not! He was Habsburg and had married the last daughter of the main line from King John of Portugal.’

‘If a Habsburg, Philip will have eliminated all native male heirs. But if he did not change his name to Braganza, what did the Pole mean by devil fish inside a Braganza shell?’ wondered Bars, failing to solve the riddle.

‘The daughter of John IV, Catherine of Braganza,, married Charles II of England.’

‘Don’t tell me Charles II was a Habsburg too.’

‘No, he was Scot. His son James II is later overthrown and replaced by Germans: Wilhelm von Nassau.’

‘I heard that was William of Orange!’

‘And where may Castle Orange be?’

‘No idea.’

‘No comment.’

‘Did Wilhelm von Nassau take London after Britain became a colonial empire and oppressed the continents?’

‘Not really! That comes after a German king sits in London.’

‘Germans again!’ exclaimed Bars.

‘You sounded like Prince Mortii of Voltar Confederacy saying, that planet again! Eerie, is it not?’ 

‘Pity I did not read anything on history of colonialism.’

‘No pity. Saved you useless reading; in histories of colonial oppressions, one never meets a German.’

‘Really? Don’t they mention that king of Britain is German when Africans are being massacred by the British Empire?’

‘Not in a single book.’

‘Shame on all libraries,’ cried Bars.

‘John of Portugal was succeeded as king by his two sons, Alfonso IV and Pedro II.  Successive generations were the descendants of Pedro: John V; Joseph Emanuel; Maria I, who married her uncle, known thereafter as Pedro III; and John VI. 

‘All these still real descendents of Braganza?’

‘Yes. In 1759 Jesuits attempted to kill Jose, which is Joseph; they failed and he stroke back.’

‘How?’

‘By uncovering the Secret Book of Jesuits; it is the original of Protocols.’

‘Of Zion?’ asked Bars like he had heard the title before.

‘Protocols of the Teutonic Order really. Zion is codename for Teutonic Order that was chartered in Jerusalem.’

‘What did king Jose of Portugal do to Jesuits?’

‘He convinced all Latin Kings to the Teutonic Evil behind the Jesuit mask. Naturally, once convinced, the Latins collected the breed from all continents and deposed them to Vatican.’

‘Why there?’

‘To see if they would stay there.’

‘Would they not?’

‘No, they all ran towards the Rhine, to Prussia.’

‘Was that important?’

‘Yes, it was the ultimate proof for the four Latin kings to be sure of the justice of their action.’

‘How that?’

‘Running for their lives towards Lutheran duchies of the Reich, the Jesuits delivered the ultimate proof to what they really were.’

‘Not really Latins?’

‘No! Behind the silly myth of a super organization founded by a lame Bask soldier was the formidable Teutonic Order; sworn enemy to mankind.’

‘Themselves not of mankind?’

‘Not even of womankind. They were the third kind.’

‘Disgusting creatures.’

‘Very.’

‘What happened to house Braganza?’

‘Ousted by Napoleon, John VI removed his court to Brazil in 1807, ruling Portugal from that country from 1814 until his return to Lisbon in 1821.’

‘John VI is real Braganza?’

‘Yes.’

‘I still see no devil fish inside a Braganza shell.’ Wondered Bars.

 ‘The son of John VI was made first emperor of the independent state of Brazil as Pedro I; on becoming Pedro IV of Portugal he resigned in favor of his daughter, who became Queen Maria II.’

‘Still genuine Braganza?’

‘Yes. Mother of Maria II was indeed Hapsburg Leopoldine, queen of Brazil from 1717 to 1823; but father Pedro IV was genuine Braganza.’

‘I don’t like the Habsburg bride. They will never be without legions of agents and poison doctors.’

‘Only one generation of the house survived in Brazil; Pedro II, son of the first emperor, was deposed in 1889.’

‘And in Portugal?’

‘After Queen Maria II, Portugal was ruled by Pedro V, Louis, Carlos I, and Manuel II; the last was deposed in 1910, ending the line of Braganza in Portugal. That is the end of Braganza according to the books.

‘Where is the devil fish?’

‘Now that I think of it, Queen Maria II was the last of Braganza. She married a Coburg in 1835!’

‘Then Pedro V, Louis, Carlos I, and Manuel II are not really Braganza?’

‘They are Coburg.’

‘That is it! That is the devil fish inside a Braganza shell!’

‘Manuel II and son were shot and killed by the people of Portugal in 1908.’ Remembered Carlos.

‘And they were not Braganza?’

‘No, they were Coburg, but they went under the name of the house they had destroyed and replaced.’

‘Maybe devil fish, octopus, first devours the owner of a shell and then takes the shell over as cover.’

‘That maybe.’ Said Carlos, and went into deep thinking.

‘We got to do something about the devil fish!’ said Bars. ‘I bet it is nowhere near extinction but everyone else in its near is.’

Carlos nodded without interrupting his own thoughts, probably along the same lines of reasoning.

Bars started humming a tune. And then, gradually, he had lines for it.

‘Devil of fish, we meet again.
Long time no see, let us begin,
If I survive this coming night,
Your nightmares be real again.

I must pass next a border check,
Better catch me you devil fish
But if you miss this your last chance,
Koysuren Bars is coming back,

The one man band is on the run
In the mean time you have some fun
Let us grant this round to you
Your nightmare is soon coming back.’

‘Ahead of us is the last rest place before the border crossing into France,’ said Carlos.

‘It will be full of spooks.’ Said Bars.

‘I will not be recognized without the beard.’

‘Lacking papers is the problem.’

‘Maybe not. I f I look the part, spooks will take me for an agent of higher denomination; none will ask for papers.’

‘Will you stay here then, while I cross?’

‘I will.’ Said Carlos.

‘Very well!’ agreed Bars sadly.

‘You need not step out. Just drop me and drive on to the border.’ Said Carlos.

‘So be it. Take care, brother!’

‘You be cautious, Hermano. Fais attention! Tener cuidado. May God be with you.’ Said Carlos.

‘And all the Saints too?’

‘Never met any before. Adios.’

‘Adios brother!’

Bars drove through the petrol station and allowed Carlos to step out of the car. Then the car rejoined the motorway and disappeared in the stream of metal flowing towards the broder.


Chapter 3- Habichtburg-Habsburg-Aargau
Jan17, 2004

Swiss Connection: Duke of Aargau

In the space orb, the monitors were calm; nothing interesting happening for some time. I should take advantage of this lull to browse for some books; especially the books named by the Polish Poet. However, I hesitated because too much of raw information in a short time would probably numb my senses. Better wait and digest as a wise bovine. That is polite Latin for cattle.

To lay down and digest information sounds fine in conception but what is to be made of the boredom that stalks to itch? I wonder what the cattle think of to pass the time while chewing; beware of a quick answer because it will reveal more of your state of mind than that of the cattle. Before you suggest they think of green grass, think if you would do so had you been a bovine.

Fortunately there is a free cure to boredom, It comes on its own just like the boredom itself; things happen.

Indeed, one of the active monitor on which nothing interesting was happening started to blink: Duke of Hesse from his castle near Frankfurt was Calling Vaduze, Lichtenstein.

Last time I had watched the Duke of Hesse on the monitor was eight days ago, on January 9, 2004. Nothing interesting happening since then. Our flying camera must have got stuck in some lacked door because the view was fixed and no persons visible; until today. On January 9 however we had monitored a most interesting meeting of Hessian occult elite regarding the career of the US Army Chief of Staff, General Peter J. Schomacher; the man behind the Waco Massacre, Operation Trojan Horse that had displaced the native Briton FBI Chief William Sessions with the German Freeh who had then crippled the FBI and made it ready to the Sum of All Fears, the Germanic 911 call that had to come sooner or later after Berlin was united and American occupation forces moved out of Germany into the Gulf. 

‘It is not every day my little principality is honored with a call from the Elector Duke of Hesse in person.’ Said Vaduze.

‘Global errands of the time distracted me lately,’ said Hesse. ‘But my good friend Hans Adam of Lichtenstein is often in my thoughts.’

‘For bad or for ill?’ asked Vaduz, carefully laughing.

‘Not even for evil,’ said Hesse. ‘Bad reputation is like a bad Pfennig! It comes back to Hesse no matter how far I throw.’

‘As interest, you mean, on the principle your Frankfurt banks lend to targets. That is not what I heard!’

‘What have you heard?’ asked Hesse with apprehension.

‘That you lend Pfennigs and get back Gold marks as interest.’

‘Ach so! We subcontracted that line of business to the House of our ancient vassal Amsel Bauer.’ Said Hesse.

‘Is that Rothschild von London?’ wondered Vaduz in jest.

‘The same. Other reigns, other names.’

‘I do not know about others! Every banker deserves the king he got; and Amsel Bauer has got his Hessian king.’ Said Vaduz.

‘For a while yet.’ Said Hesse downcast.

‘Pessimist!’ said Vaduz and added with pity: ‘I heard the prophesy too!’

‘333 years and adieu London?’

‘The same. Not Adieu but Au Revoir, I should hope! It would be a shame if German rule in London ended while Hesse was dynast. What is Philip doing about it?’ said Vaduz.

‘Planning for a world war. He thinks nothing less could reinforce the German grip on London, given the recent rigour of Scottish blood. Scotland must bleed or it is curtain for Hanoverian usurpers in London, as Scots call all of our houses that ruled them.’

‘Never precise those Highlanders. Hanoverians ended in 1837 when Albert Coburg became the dynast to all Britons. Then one of his grandsons came back to Coburg; Karl Edwards.’ Said Vaduz.

‘Poor Duke of Coburg feared Eisenhower and Nixon would reopen the Nuremberg Trials and hang him, for being a general of Kaiser in the first war and a general of Hitler in the second war. He had that fear until his death in 1956.’ Said Hesse.

‘Cousin Hesse, you called me for some emergency?’

‘Ach, so! Jawohl. I would like your special forces to keep an eye on your foreign colony.’

‘But we always do. Cousin. What is up?’

‘A panther escaped one of our zoos.’

‘How does it look like?’

‘This one answers to the name of Bars. Your Special Forces chief will have a file on it. It was subject of a press conference of the Bonn Police yesterday.’

‘Nothing worse?’

‘Not really!’

‘I will instruct my Special Forces. You think the Panther may come this way?’

‘It is a possibility. Next of kin, you know.’

‘Dangerous?’

‘Yes, and armed!’

‘Ah-ha! The dummy gun affair! We heard about that. My Special forces had a good laugh.’ Said Vaduz.

‘He can be dangerous!’

‘A simple caterer? I understand the chap had a restaurant; good cooks too.’

‘Well, yes, it is him; but these creatures mutate when you take the chase.’

‘I know; like Hulk!’

‘I tell you this is no joking matter.’ Said Hesse.

‘You sure this is the worst of your troubles?’

‘Why do you ask? What else have you heard?’

‘To begin with, I heard you Holy Vehm is on top alert!’

‘Well!’ stummered Hesse.

‘Or Ill, I am not curious really.’

‘There we go again! The reputation! Hesse always makes a mess, is that it? More or less.’

‘I could say, more and more.’

‘My respects to your liege, grand duke of Aargau,’ said Hesse.

‘Oh he is in a bad mood.’

‘Really? How unusual! Someone other than Hesse in a bad mood.’

‘It is the gold back to the Jews!’ said Vaduz.

‘Could not be helped after Clinton was elected a second term. There are still some real Hebrews in America, you know; and all those Irish and Scottish Americans still remember the Nazi concentration camps.’

‘They will forget, given the time. The word concentration camp will instantly associate with Korea, China, Vietnam.’

‘Sure, but when?’

‘Soon, cousin, soon.’ Said Vaduze.

‘I hear you had to give truckloads of gold too!’

‘Yes; a tiny part of the golden tooth fillings from Auschwitz. They had to go to Zurich banks so checks could be given to Hebrews in America.’

‘The Reich is not paying yet!’ said Hesse

‘The Polish survivors are incapable of filling forms properly. Takes time to return all the defective forms.’ Agreed Vaduz.

‘In the meantime these old animals die like rabbits?’

‘It was a mistake to let them survive. No survivors, no compensation.’

‘Next time we know.’ Said Hesse.

‘How right, oh Iluminated One!’ said Vaduz.

Thus ended the communication between Hesse and Vaduz, Lichtenstein. Now that we had a camera on Vaduz, I meant to see more of this tiny principality hiding on the border of Switzerland and Austria. Half an hour’s ride from Davos too. Maybe inner rings of those international big wigs meeting in Davos, Switzerland drive half an hour to Vaduz and secretly meet in the palace of Prince Hans Adam of Lichtenstein. Maybe here they meet face to face with German dynasts of Britain and Holland. Who knows?

On the monitor for Vaduz was the Prince of Lichtenstein, thinking. Then he picked the same antique phone and dialed.

A new monitor of our space orb blinked  with text: 

‘Receiving coordinates… Aargau, Switzerland.’

A very ancient albino appeared on the newly activated monitor. The room he was in looked like a gigantic bank vault. I wondered how our mini flying Seico camera got into the place. Maybe through some ventilation shaft. The old man looked like he had never been exposed to the rays of sun. So pale he was, and so transparent his skin that you could see the bones. His blood streams show through too. Those veins were filled with a liquid that was more purple than red.

‘Hans Adam von Lichtenstein!’ cried the old man, ‘delighted to hear from you.’

‘The delight is mine, my liege, Grand Duke of Aargau, my Altgraf!’

‘Yes, Altgraf is one of my almost forgotten titles. Did you know that it meant the Old Man of Mountains?’ asked the ancient duke.

‘I knew it, Hohait,’ said the prince who looked like a kid compared to the old man of mountains.

‘How are you, child? I am now deep inside a metallic vault of a Zurich bank.’ said the old man.

‘Goldbars need regular maintenance, else they stink, is that not so, grandpa?’ said Hans Adam with a spoiled voice.

‘At least I do not smoke, you rascal!’ thundered the old man, ashamed of something the kid implied.

‘Grand pa, I just received a call from Hesse.’

‘What is the latest mess?’

‘Hesse has problems.’

‘Big problems?’

‘Real big problems.’

‘I will dispatch the Opus Dei to keep an eye on the roads to and from Hesse.’

‘Thanks grandpa.’

‘I thank you for the gold you donated towards that horrible compensation to Hebrews. Drop in here sometime.’

‘I will, grand pa.’

‘Real soon?’ said the old man imitating the voice of the kid.’

‘Real real soon, grand pa.’

‘Aufwiedersehen.’

‘Aufwiedersehen.’

The transmission ended. Its contents had not been interesting or revealing. Yet, the good of it was we now had the coordinates to this occult creature, this Old Man of mountains in Zurich; and we had a mini flying Seiko camera trained on him, to stay with him and to go with him. Until some accident interrupted the flow of pictures, we might get some valuable information out of the Altgraff.

Duke of Aargau inspected stacks of gold bars with relish. Someone else was in the vault with him. He had been standing behind a pile of gold bars while the Altgraf talked to the young prince of Lichtenstein. Now, the person walked round the gold pile to the Altgraf of Aargau.

‘Ah, there comes one of  my illustrious vassals: Archduke of Habsburg whose vassals in turn have become kings to Spain and Portugal, Emperor to Mexico, Empress to Brazil, Northern Italy, Hungary, Croatia, Bohemia and Moravia which were Czechs and Slovaks, Transylvania which was Romania.’

‘House Habsburg is in your service, Hohait!’ said the Archduke.

‘I know! From 1580 to 1640 House Habsburg was king to both Spain and Portugal, owned all the colonies that existed then on all continents.’

‘Hohait remembers correctly.’ Said Habsburg, flattering the old Graf. If the flattery was meant to cut short the generalities and come to some emergency subject, this did not work. The old Altgraff demonstrated more of his remarkable memory.

‘This was an era as late as 150 years after Columbus, which is very significant. It means House Habsburg could effectively cut off from the world trade all other European talents: Italy most mysteriously, France more bluntly, Vikings by hook and crook, Britons by quarantine and destabilization, Poland, Ukraine and Russia by anarchy of Teutonic Orders, Livonian Sword Cabals and a dozen other occult formations.’

‘Hause Aargau has been the planner of all these operations, hohait, which Habsburg executed as instructed.’

‘Spain and Portugal were allowed to expand for as long as they were under German Yoke; for as long as the gold and silver passed directly from Iberia to Augsburg of Bavaria and Frankfurt of Hesse, two banking centers of the German Cuckoo. Octopus, which is not a parasitic creature, would be a wrong simile for the unnatural aberrance, deviation from natural order of wars and peace, under our examination here.’

Archduke Habsburg interrupted no more. His Altgraff should talk to exhaustion. Only then, the two might take on the business which had brought the Habsburg to this bank vault. Probably the Old Man of Mountains was in the habit of receiving the more important of his vassals in this place amid hills of gold bars.

‘All this gold; look at all this gold, my duke of Habsburg. A good part of it is brought to me, their liege by your house. Coburg has been only second to yours. But Coburg delivered and still delivers after your house could no more. Sad, is it not?’

‘It is sad, hoheit.’

‘Your house delivered my gold from Spanish Empire, from Empire of Portugal too, even if briefly.’

‘Natives considered it too long, hoheit; from 1580 to 1640. Portugal could never be pacified. Runaway Latins harassed our operations wherever they could on sea and land. From Jungles of Brazil they disrupted our mines and haciendas in all Americas until they overthrew our rule.’

‘Just sixty years… Was it? That a German house, my vassals of Habichtburg, Aargau, was rulers of Portugal and its overseas empire. Was it sixty years only?’

‘Precisely. Then the natives recovered their miserly kingdom. And then the Latin allied with the Scots against us. This emergency forced your hand to take over the crown of Britain before its appointed time in our schedules of conquest by law of monogamy. We could no longer wait for the last male Stuart be gone. Very risky, that… considering Nassau was sterile and Oldenburg too. It was not wise to impose three alien dynasts on Britons within 26 years. It is a miracle that House Habsburg could hold Portugal for that long.’

‘No wonder they got it back lean. Look at that corner. All that gold is from Portugal. The tenth of what your house took out.’

‘You know well hoheit that House Habsburg has never cheated on tax of vassalage.’

‘That is the right thing too, Duke, and there is a very good reason for it. You cannot milk a Portugal even for sixty short years without your liege guaranteeing your rights. It is the long hand of the dukes on the Swiss Alps that keeps its vassals within their rights. But still, I would rather that the Atlantic remained impassable to this day. I could gladly give up half the gold here.’

‘It could not be helped. When we lost England in 1485, we lost control over passage of Atlantic. Once our coast guard fell into hands of the Welsh rebel, it was only a matter of months before Italians or the Irish crossed the ocean.’

‘I would understand the Irish, even the Scots; but why Italians?’

‘Venice and Genoa had been dreaming of it for centuries.’

‘Did they know what to expect? My house must have planted books full of dragons and devils on their way.’

‘Venice had seen books of the Orient.’

‘But they could not bring them to Italy and survive.’

‘No, but they could read while in African port towns and memorize.’

‘How precise were those books.’

‘Continental distances precise to a kilometer.’

‘And the Atlantic?’

‘Passage from Gibraltar to Japan was given for each parallel degree.’

‘Spherical geometry?’

‘All of their books.’

‘But why would they not be pleased with flat earth and falling off it?’

‘You know hoheit, the Jesuits of Habsburg searched all continents to find just one book of flat earth. There was none found except in the Reich.’

‘But Jesuits are renown for forgery. Why bother to search?’

‘An authentic something would add credibility to all the forgeries to follow.’

‘Nonsense. Authentic somethings can be forged just as well. Look at our archeologists. They need not find a petrified something in Kenya before building on it a whole Iliad.’

‘Yes hohait.’

‘What is my next business to day, my dear Geheim Rat?’

‘Your Hohait will receive an update on Paraguay. Your vassals invited to listen to the update are all assembled in the Vehmic cavern.’

‘Lets go then. What are we waiting for?’

Grand Duke of Aargau followed by duke of Habsburg and Geheim Rat Nosferatu walk to another vault of the bank and from there through the door of a huge metallic room, also stuffed with gold bars, they enter a secret passage which leads them to an underground assembly.

A large crowd rose and bowed subserviently. All were seated again. The Duke started his lecture.

‘I greet you all, my vassals. Bright days await all of you. The age of Aquarius has only begun. May our reign in this bi-millennium be no worse than our fortune in the first bi-millennium of our presence on this miserly planet. Before this new age was two thousand years of Fish which has been good to us only in its final quarter, its last five hundred years. We suffered greatly in the thousand years prior. 

‘Before Fish was the age of Ram. Two millennia of mixed fortunes. In the end of it was Jesus; a crisis well managed. How could it be otherwise with a planet that believes you when you say here is your holy book, which I hunted down every copy of; for three centuries. They take it and that is it. But still, this book has too much of the original for my taste. 

‘In the middle of the Ram age came Old Man Moses. He did real damage. Put down every issue of Jus Primae Noctis on the Nile and in the Balkans. Many generations afterwards the cuckoo wintered in Europe, not daring to approach the Nile nearer than Crete.

‘Before the Ram was the Bull.  The age of Bull saw our Old Kingdom, which was all-powerful for more than thousand years. At the end of the two thousand years of ram, we had a problem with a shepherd. We still have problems with his memory. Witness the vault above containing golden tooth fillings from some millions. 

‘Having done my homage to astrology, code of our holy invasion plan, I now open this conference. The issue here is an update on Paraguay. Of twelve unknown superiors of the world, in humble disguise of grand masters of twelve Cantons, I, Grand Duke of Aargau, have the biggest interest in Latin America; my claim is based on past successes of my Vassal von Habichtburg, the House of Habsburg. Twice, my vassal gave sovereigns to that continent of cannibals. Maximilian von Hapsburg to Mexico 1864-67 and Leopoldine of Habsburg-Lorraine to Brazil 1817-23. You know of course that it was a daughter of this Leopoldine who brought Portugal back under German rule in 1835. That being a time when Coburg presided over the Vehmic International, naturally the dynast to Lisabon was to be a Coburg but still a Hapsburg made it possible.

Duke of Aargau looked at the listening crowd. He intensified his searching eyes on some faces more than on others. Maybe he was just making sure that all present had clearance for such occult knowledge.

‘Then there was Stroessner, my vassal von Aargau who ruled Paraguay for half a century. True, the job was called presidency, but so is Coburg in Bulgaria now called Prime Minister. Important is the protocol. For as long as Coburg in Sofia meets only German royalty, ruling or in waiting to rule, his position is king according to tradition of our Reich. Naturally it can be awkward to avoid some visitors to the duchy of Bulgaria; to make the dummy president of Bulgaria receive the envoy of Bill Gates who comes to honor a Slav inventor of Computers. It would be better if an unrevealed claimant to a throne, a son of Wilhelm von Neu-Wied, king of Albania, to have infiltrated into Microsoft and by virtue of knowing Slavic languages, to represent Bill Gates in Bulgaria. Simeon could then receive this envoy without awkwardness. But then, Coburg was never known for tact.
Now, my geheim rat of Latin America will give us an update on Paraguay.
I have done introduction enough for both of us. Proceed you without ... there will be questions as you go along from those of my vassals you fail to put to sleep.

Chapter 4- Habsburg- Paraguay

Expert took the pulpit and read from notes.

‘The recorded history of Paraguay began indirectly in 1516 with the failed expedition of Juan Díaz de Solís to the Río de la Plata Estuary, which divides Argentina and Uruguay.’

Then he paused and looked at his duke who was making ready to talk.

‘1516 is the date, my dear vassals; the bright morning star descends on this date on to the Latins, with its dark side towards them. A bigger booty than the Empire of Latins has never existed; very cheap too. Cost us some Kleinigkeit: what is the expense of murdering a crown prince in London, a crown prince in Lisbon, seventeen sons of cardinal the brother of Fernandos Aragon, and the rest of the clan until Mad Joanna in Holland remains the only heir! Machiavelli was there too but no line of all this. That is a rare Italian who can hold his tongue. Not many taciturn Latins, alas. Look at Berlusconi presiding over the princes of the Reich, thinks the Latin, like that Slav king of Bohemia back in 1356 who believed himself among seven electors who elect the Emperor of this holy  - hum - European Union… Three cheers for Duke of Habsburg, glorious vassal of duchy -hum- canton Aargau.’

The expert read some more.

‘After Solís's death at the hands of Indians, the expedition renamed the estuary Río de Solís and sailed back to Spain. 

The duke explained.

‘1506 to 1516 is the difficult period. Though each expedition has its share of German Templars, called Alumbrados, commanders are still Spaniards appointed by Fernandos Aragon. Even in 1520, German Cortez could not be formally appointed a command post due to opposition of the native Spanish Velazques, governor of the new world. Templars have orders to do certain things upon arrival of the news of German takeover in Madrid. Spanish commander and officers of each expedition are to be eliminated and the remaining cattle brought back to Spain from all Americas for a thorough vetting process. In this year alone all the remaining comrades who had sailed with Columbus were eliminated on diverse islands of the Caribbean where they were leaving peacefully with the native savages. An abomination that only Latins were capable of, having brown eyes and black hair themselves just like savage races everywhere from Scotland to Korea.’

The expert again:

‘On the home voyage, one of the vessels was wrecked off Santa Catarina Island near the Brazilian coast.

And the duke again:

‘In truth, many Spanish Captains rebelled against the German occupation of Spain 1516; they rejected orders to return and established themselves all over South America. It was clear that for as long as there was natives capable of providing protection for these Latins, conquest of Spanish Empire by German Hapsburg would never be complete; besides, there was the risk of reconquest if Spaniards of the old regime were allowed to remain sovereign in Americas. Alumbrados Templars had fought eight centuries to carve Spain away from Africa for reasons better than allowing Latins to become friends and neighbors to Inca and Aztec. Civilization was in danger unless all comrades of Columbus with their very Latin ideas of profitable trade a la Venice had to be put down once and for all.

The expert:

‘Among the survivors was Aleixo García, a Portuguese adventurer who had acquired a working knowledge of Guaraní. García was intrigued by reports of "the White King" who, it was said, lived far to the west and governed cities of incomparable wealth and splendor. 

The duke:

‘Where would our world dominion be without stupid, Latins and Slavs, I wonder. We need their animal courage, their fanaticism, improvisation, inventiveness, but most of all their forgotten kinship to the natives we target on all continents. They do not repel each other. Endowed with all these animal qualities, our dupe gets acceptance in the ferocious animal kingdom, gets the chance to learn the language of the target and lead us to it. While the dupe is useful, the false tenderness of a German Jesuit is enough reward for him. Divide and rule? Nonsense; that can be only for a generation or two before genocide. Domesticate and use for longer time. Very feasible Mugli; carry on…’

The expert:

“For nearly eight years, 1516 to 1524, García patiently mustered men and supplies for a trip to the interior and finally left Santa Catarina with several European companions to raid the dominions of "El Rey Blanco."

The duke:

‘That would be several companions of German Templars from the assassin castles in Spain where they had amassed after 1307 when France was once more in a moral frenzy and would hunt them all down and burn like scorpions. It was thanks to the embedded Templars that no less than seventeen sons of Archbishop Aragon, brother of Fernando, could be eliminated so House Habsburg could capture Spain’; greatest coup since Troy, which is code name for operation of the sea people, our people, to annihilate the hated Hittite of eight centuries, moral fanatics as France is now and then, except theirs was unwavering until their last baby was no more; cut through by the sword of Merne-Ptah in hands of its mother; I love that scene on the Greek vase, now in a Museum of my duchy. Not contemporary, of course. Moses gave no time for that. Made four hundred years later, in time of Homer, in remembrance of good times before that man Moses…’

The Expert:

“Marching westward, García's group discovered Iguazú Falls, crossed the Río Paraná, and arrived at the site of Asunción thirteen years before it was founded. There the group gathered a small army of 2,000 Guaraní warriors to assist the invasion and set out boldly across the Chaco. In the Chaco, they faced drought, floods, and cannibal Indian tribes. 

The duke:

‘Asuncion is now capital of Paraguay. Chaco area is where later my patient Mennonites civilize, hah ha, and prepare the duchy for the rule of my vassal Stroessner. It is a long process, my Dukes, generations long. Starts with my mapmakers tailing the bold Latin, and ends with Jus Primae Noctis, our gift to ungrateful natives from the Nile to the Thames, from the Magdalena to river Paraguay and back, from Congo to Indus. It is a large planet, you know; there are still virgin rivers; Yellow River… not many left though.’

The expert:

“García became the first European to cross the Chaco and penetrated the outer defenses of the Inca Empire to the foothills of the Andes Mountains in present-day Bolivia, eight years in advance of Francisco Pizarro.

‘The Inca, yes, our nightmare for a time; merciless to violators of the Bible, and I mean the passages still in it from that man Moses. By our good luck, savages could not bring themselves to torture their captives. Had they done so, in no time would they have manufactories of gunpowder. After that, let alone defending themselves, they could not be stopped even on the Rhine. Indeed they did cross it on September 11 of 1944 and in November of 1918. Those were natives with gunpowder, nightmare of the Master Race. The only exception to my knowledge is that man Toussaint of Haiti who did torture once and got the composition of the powder; then he defeated three European Empires and ironically, the last Polish army too… 1795-1805. Our hidden man Talleyrand made sure Toussaint would die in a dungeon of civilized Europe. It was him who deployed the best of Poland to Haiti, you know; to never come back. We would need a Poland without youth after Napoleon was no more, for, we would be too exhausted to deal with the brutes in defense of their nests. Let the males of the race die overseas; it is always so much safer than trying to enervate them on familiar ground. Females of the race make better vassals. August the Strong, Elector of Saxony, knew that too well; gave Poland 360 noblemen… 1696-1733… there is no other way of keeping the brute under the Yoke much. That is the difference between south of England where this could be done and the rest of Briton where rebellion against five successive German ruling Houses in London never subsided to this day. Wilhelm Nassau made it punishable by death but still Scottish maids got rid of their Hessian babies. Not many Rosemaries in the Highlands. Hearth of Midlothian... Queen Caroline von Amsbach was forced to pardon one or two, many hanged, males transported to Crimea as light infantry, dumped into Tasmania sea, but still, bulls hid among the crags of Highlands. Hateful beasts…Traitors to the Empire…to the Helm of Vehmic terror, double swastika, union jack… They were too near the stage to overlook the soufflé, the hidden helpers, the blemishes, defects, and the coulisses. Those three races of Britons took stock of every royal scandal in the German House they were yoked with, marveled at the power that kept the horrid gossip out of all papers and astounded even more at the occult might that erased from memories what had per chance leaked six weeks before. Many a wise native in Africa and India could be overwhelmed by an Order of the British Empire, but those three races in Britain could not be flattered by a piece of medal and a paper to go with it… Those of them who compromised in their writing, still dropped hints for the next generation to decode; the most talented of them, that is after the best were transported to be dumped off the cliffs of New Zealand, the left over talents like Sir Walter Scott, impotent in their secret rage against the usurpator as Scots call our ruling houses in London, invalids though they were, the reason for their being left behind, lived and wrote for one aim only: to be offered a baronetcy so they can decline it. Witness Sean Connory, the latest of that genre. True, he did not refuse the title, but he showed up in the palace of the German Queen Elisabeth Hesse-Hauke-Battenberg nee Coburg, in full regalia of Highlands; a savage costume that was banned and suppressed by sword of Hessians in Scotland. Had the James bond not been sure of independence of Scotland at last, since lost in 1688, he would respond with greater scandal to the royal house of Hesse-Hauke…’

The expert:

‘The García entourage engaged in plundering and amassed a considerable horde of silver. Only fierce attacks by the reigning Inca, Huayna Cápac, convinced García to withdraw. Indian allies later murdered García and the other Europeans, but news of the raid on the Incas reached the Spanish explorers on the coast and attracted Sebastian Cabot to the Río Paraguay two years later.

The duke:

‘The year is 1524. We have come a long way since 1516, thanks to German Templars in Spain, German knights in Malta, Venice and Genoa, our Occult Hanse smoothly passing into Teutonic Order and that into Grand duchy of Brandenburg in the North, Livonian Sword brothers in the Slav East… and innumerable monastic orders as hatcheries. Ah, it is a pleasure to breed one’s own and absolutely reliable errand boys in nunneries. Jesuit divisions are soon to mobilize and join our forces of Gog and Magog. In Europe, though Britain and Sweden are lost to Natives and Russia not yet ripe enough for us to usurp, Spain, Italy and Flanders under our boots, France, that self appointed protector of the Latin crowd, encircled on three sides. In the Balkans too, a German queen in Hungarian palace preparing for usurpation by her Habsburg brother, Teutonic Order in Romania, there known as Dracula… The Finance Department of Holy Vehm, headquartered in Augsburg and Frankfurt, matches in performance to and compliments the pincers of our occult regiments. In 1520 a German is made Pope; no less than Adrian von Utrecht, butcher of Spanish Communidades, suppressor of the Spanish revolution which is 250 years before the American Revolution. As soon as a German is made Pope, half of our stem duchies pretend to rise against the abuses of Poppery: never attempt a siege until your best actor commands the castle you assault. Once the pope is in the game, find a vassal scholar to edit reform texts of a Welsh Wickliffe, a Slav Huss, signed Luther. Then let half the dukes be on each side; never paint your chess pieces all in one color. Then let Flanders revolt against the Spanish Empire and insist on separation; just to confuse the Latins away from the fact that a duke of Flanders has become their emperor. Then pick the healthiest of Spain and bring them into the Reich, checkered with Catholic and Lutheran duchies. Then integrate each Spanish regiment with a catholic German one against two Lutheran German ones. Then, do a Burgundy 1477 on each Spanish regiment, one after the other so no healthy Latin is left to return home. Then lament for the loss of life and barrow silver for a speedy end to this bloody war. Sign papers in Augsburg, bonding or pawning all assets of the Spanish Empire to my banker vassals: Welser, Fugger and Co. Then as German emperor of the Spanish Empire, Karl V of Germans renamed Carlos I of Spaniards, lament the high interest rates, and humiliate yourself at the gate of Augsburg bankers to alleviate the bankruptcy of your Latin vassals; then praise generosity of the German bankers who burn some of the bonds before the eyes of the last nobility of Spain in your entourage; then by force of necessity, give Venezuela to Augsburg banker Welser so that his son with a division of German Landknechts, best vassals ever made, Jus Primae Noctis, can have a good time grilling tender and tasty native on slow fire; and all this under Spanish flag while Latins, Slavs, Britons and Vikings are forbidden to ride the waves even as late as a century or two after Columbus. Ah, those were the times; no British ship was allowed into the Atlantic or a Viking ship. Ah happiest of all times. What Venice knew not, Venice could not betray to the Levant, the one source of near and immediate danger; so, never allow a Venetian ship into the Atlantic or a Genoese or any Italian ship at all; the Latin has done his service - let the Latin vanish from the high seas.

The expert:

The son of the Genoese explorer John Cabot (who had led the first European expedition to North America), Sebastian Cabot was sailing to the Orient in 1526 when he heard of García's exploits. Cabot thought the Río de Solís might provide easier passage to the Pacific and the Orient than the stormy Straits of Magellan where he was bound, and, eager to win the riches of Peru, he became the first European to explore that estuary. 

The duke:

‘Ah, yes, the Italian Cabot… a copy of Othello the Moor made to prescription for our use. Naturally the Phoenician, would prefer to work with his kin of Wales, if we would let him. Father Cabot did explore North America for the Tudor Henry, but the son was forced to work for Habsburg or perish. Even that, not for long. It was the policy of our Reich to confine the Italians to the middle sea; let them fight the United States of Asia if they wish or starve in Italy. 

Cabot proceeded up the Río Paraná uneventfully for about 160 kilometers and founded a settlement he named Sancti Spiritu. He continued upstream for another 800 kilometers, past the junction with the Río Paraguay. Cabot retraced his route on the Río Paraná and entered the Río Paraguay. Sailing upriver, Cabot and his men traded freely with the Guaraní tribes until a strong force of Agaces Indians attacked them. About forty kilometers below the site of Asunción, Cabot encountered a tribe of Guaraní in possession of silver objectsand renamed the river Río de la Plata…


‘Cabot returned to Spain in 1530 and informed Emperor Charles V (1519-56) about his discoveries. Charles gave permission to Don Pedro de Mendoza to mount an expedition to the Plata basin. The emperor also named Mendoza governor of Río de la Plata and granted him the right to name his successor. But Mendoza, a sickly, disturbed man, proved to be utterly unsuitable as a leader, and his cruelty nearly undermined the expedition.’

‘Choosing the continent's worst site for the first Spanish settlement in South America, in February 1536 Mendoza built a fort on the southern side of the Plata estuary on an inhospitable plain where not a tree or shrub grew. Dusty in the dry season, a quagmire in the rains, the place was inhabited by the fierce Querandí tribe that resented having the Spaniards as neighbors. The new outpost was named Buenos Aires but its air was bad.

The duke:

‘1536! At this time the Augsburg Banker Welser already has a German colony in Venezuela… Natives resented Germans mixed in the Latin company; they never attacked a pure Latin expedition if there were no Germans in it. The brutes must have an instinct telling them who is who. Fortunately for us, the educated elite of nations have lost that instinct. But still, it is better to approach them from within Latin or Slav host, their kin; just to confuse both sides. That is why when France is about to appear as the sole voice against some aggression somewhere, half the duchies of the Reich must speedily join France to make the solo into a chorus. Only thus can we avoid the natives of the planet to figure who is who really. Therein lays our survival as Herrenrasse.’

The expert:

‘…Mendoza soon provoked the Querandís into declaring war on the Europeans. Thousands of them and their Timbú and Charrúa allies besieged the miserable company of half-starved soldiers and adventurers. The Spaniards were soon reduced to eating rats and the flesh of their deceased comrades.

The duke:

‘There was indeed cannibalism in the new world! None could deny it. Never mind that the cannibals were always blond.’

The expert:

‘…Juan de Ayolas was Mendoza's second-in-command. Mendoza promptly dispatched Ayolas to explore a possible route to Peru. Accompanied by Domingo Martínez de Irala, Ayolas again sailed upstream until he reached a small bay on the Río Paraguay, which he named Candelaria, the present-day Fuerte Olimpo. Appointing Irala his lieutenant, Ayolas ventured into the Chaco and was never seen again.

The duke:

‘Yes, it is always easier to eliminate the dangerous natives of usurped kingdoms in far away lands where the deed can be blamed on their natives. To try to execute them in Spain itself would be too risky. All of those who had been with Columbus were poisoned in the New World by Habsburg priests.

The expert:

‘…After Mendoza returned unexpectedly to Spain, two other members of the expedition--Juan de Salazar de Espinosa and Gonzalo de Mendoza--explored the Río Paraguay and met up with Irala. Leaving him after a short time, Salazar and Gonzalo de Mendoza descended the river, stopping at a fine anchorage. They commenced building a fort on August 15, 1537, the date of the Feast of the Assumption, and called it Asunción (Nuestra Señora Santa María de la Asunción). 

The duke:

‘There comes Inka silver to the Reich.’

The expert:

‘…Within 20 years, the settlement had a population of about 1,500. Transcontinental shipments of silver passed through Asunción on their way from Peru to Europe.

The duke:

‘And from Spain to Augsburg…’

The expert:

‘…Asunción also was the base from which this part of South America was colonized. Spaniards moved northwestward across the Chaco to found Santa Cruz in Bolivia; eastward to occupy the rest of present-day Paraguay; and southward along the river to refound Buenos Aires, which its defenders had abandoned in 1541 to move to Asunción.

‘…Uncertainties over the departure of Pedro de Mendoza led Charles V to promulgate a cédula (decree) that was unique in colonial Latin America. The cédula granted colonists the right to elect the governor of Río de la Plata Province either if Mendoza had failed to designate a successor or if a successor had died. Two years later, the colonists elected Irala as governor. His domain included all of present-day Paraguay, Argentina, Uruguay, most of Chile, and large parts of Brazil and Bolivia. In 1542 the province became part of the newly established Viceroyalty of Peru, with its seat in Lima.

‘…Irala's rule set the pattern for Paraguay's internal affairs until independence. In addition to the Spaniards, Asunción included people--mostly men--from present-day France, Italy, Germany, England, and Portugal. This community of about 350 chose wives and concubines from among the Guaraní women. Irala had several Guaraní concubines, and he encouraged his men to marry Indian women and give up thoughts of returning to Spain.

‘…Natives punished adulterers with death. Like the area's other tribes, the Guaraní were cannibals. But they usually ate only their most valiant foes captured in battle in the hope that they would gain the bravery and power of their victims.
The duke:

‘Those who punish adulterers with death are cannibals by our definition; and will always be so for as long as we have total control over libraries of the planet.’

The expert:

‘… The peace that had prevailed under Irala broke down in 1542 when Charles V appointed Alvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca--one of the most renowned conquistadors of his age--as governor of the province. Cabeza de Vaca arrived in Asunción after having lived for ten years among the Indians of Florida. Almost immediately, however, the Rio de la Plata Province--now consisting of 800 Europeans--split into 2 warring factions. Cabeza de Vaca's enemies accused him of cronyism and opposed his efforts to protect the interests of the Indians. Cabeza de Vaca tried to placate his enemies by launching an expedition into the Chaco in search of a route to Peru. This move disrupted the Chaco tribes so much that they unleashed a two-year war against the colony, thus threatening its existence.

‘…In the colony's first of many revolts against the crown, the settlers seized Cabaza de Vaca, sent him back to Spain in irons, and returned the governorship to Irala.

‘…Irala kept up good relations with the Guaraní, pacified hostile Indians, made further explorations of the Chaco, and began trade relations with Peru. This Basque soldier of fortune saw the beginnings of a textile industry and the introduction of cattle, which flourished in the country's fertile hills and meadows.

‘…The arrival of Father Pedro Fernández de la Torre on April 2, 1556, as the first bishop of Asunción marked the establishment of the Roman Catholic Church in Paraguay. Irala presided over the construction of a cathedral, two churches, three convents, and two schools.

‘…Irala eventually antagonized the Indians, however. In the last years of his life, he yielded to pressure from settlers and established the encomienda. Under this system, setlers received estates of land along with the right to the labor and produce of the Indians living on those estates.

‘…In Paraguay 20,000 Indians were divided among 320 encomenderos. This action helped spark a full-scale Indian revolt in 1560 and 1561. Political instability began troubling the colony and revolts became commonplace. Also, given his limited resources and manpower, Irala could do little to check the raids of Portuguese marauders along his eastern borders. Still, Irala left Paraguay prosperous and relatively at peace.

‘…Although he had found no El Dorado to equal those of Hernán Cortés in Mexico and Pizarro in Peru, he was loved by his people, who lamented his passing.’

The duke:

‘Meaning, the Bask was not a German but Hermann Cortez was.’

The expert:

‘…During the next 200 years, the Roman Catholic Church--especially the ascetic, single-minded members of the Society of Jesus (the Jesuits)--had much more influence on the colony's social and economic life than the incompetent governors who succeeded Irala.’

The duke:

‘By 1560, German control over Spain was at last complete. The most rebellious Spaniards were brought into central Europe for defense of the Pope against Luther, and eliminated. Until this time, a policy of containment was applied to the Spaniards in the new World. They could not be destroyed in direct assault because of the vast hinterland always hospitable to real Latins. Natives could not be raised against Spaniards because we had no German Jesuit missionaries among them yet. The course was to feed them false news from the continent, diverting from German conquest of Spain into Spanish heroism against Lutheran Heretics of Flanders. The last of Spanish nobility still not removed by poisons, like Mendoza, would not allow their people perish in the swamps of Germany; Flanders is nothing to us, he said; before becoming heretics, the Tedesco were renown for worse sins against the nature, as they still are; what is a line of the Bible for that sort, he said; Spaniards! Out of Flanders, he said; until he was appointed governor on the other side of the Atlantic. All Spaniards of high reputation were thus removed away and the rest carried to the Rhine for slaughter. Once Spain was thus pacified, the Reich could work on the Spaniards beyond the ocean. Teutonic Order was enlarged. The new divisions,  Jesuits, were given the exclusive mandate of domesticating the Latins. The cover was to appear busy against Lutheran heretics and to convert the natives. But the process of domesticating the Latins must be long, centuries long. As you know, my landless barons, we are still working on this problem and it may be generations yet until each of your houses gets its Latin duchy; from Venice to Paraguay.

The expert:

‘…Three Jesuits--an Irishman, a Catalan, and a Portuguese--arrived in 1588 from Brazil. They promptly moved from Asunción to proselytize among the Indians along the upper Río Paraná. Because they already believed in an impersonal, supreme being, the Guaraní proved to be good pupils of the Jesuits.’

The duke:

‘Naturally the vanguard of Jesuits had to be Latins and Britons, to be accepted by the natives. Only after the land was prepared could best carnival performers of Germany be sent to the missions built by the natives for the naïve scouts never suspecting that their work was for the Illuminated one, the Bright Evening Star, the Dog Star, Sisius, Lucifer. Naturally the natives, who heard the Bible from Latin and Briton, and approved of it, would be made to unlearn it under guidance of ours. By a perverse instinct, natives of Americas ignored our pages in the Bible; Abraham lies three times; Lot is abominable; ten sons of Jacob are criminals; Jacob himself a liar and a cheat; David is adulterer and treacherous to his own officers; Salomon is lewd and lustful; and many more… Natives could not even be brought into debating these pages, the sole purpose in our having placed them in that book. Instead, natives took very seriously the Laws of Moses which happened to be the only laws they had by animal instinct. Overjoyed like infants with new toys resembling lost ones, they chattered on the laws of Moses interminably. You can imagine the torture this is to a German missionary in dread of being caught since there is not one Law of Moses that goes not against the instinct of Herrenrasse. Yet natives were always overjoyed with them. They illustrated every one of them by birds and beasts that obeyed it. Thou shall not steal: look at the arboreal rodent having a long bushy tail, says the native Shaman, the tree squirrel; there are a thousand in that wood and each has buried three dozen nuts in as many places. That is more than the number of houses the people of the sea have on this continent. Yet no squirrel ever robs the winter store of another. There are many nations of squirrels. No nation raids stores of a smaller one. Thou shall not commit adultery… Shamans go on and on about birds paired for life, half the world apart at migrations, come together year after year, never violating the sacred bond of marriage, nor failing in duty to offspring. In the early generations when natives were not yet reduced by German Pox, it was futile to tell them that animal similes were not appropriate because that meant the Holy Book was so simple as a bird could understand and sin so easy to avoid as birds do without total supervision of the Jesuits, meaning German Jesuits. Rigorous minds of natives before the pox had the whole bible in memory, except for our pages; they responded with chapter and verse: look at the lilies in the field…’

The Duke stretched a hand and a creature from darkness beyond the illuminated isle of the cave stepped forward; This was a blond creature made up as devil figure of Fashing carnivals. The he-goat costume placed a note into the hand of his duke. The duke read from the note.

Marcus
6:25 Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye 
shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye
shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than
raiment?  6:26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither
do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth
them. Are ye not much better than they?  6:27 Which of you by taking
thought can add one cubit unto his stature?  6:28 And why take ye
thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow;
they toil not, neither do they spin: 6:29 And yet I say unto you, That
even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

Matheus 
6:30 Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day
is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe
you, O ye of little faith?  6:31 Therefore take no thought, saying,
What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we
be clothed?  6:32 (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:)
for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.

6:33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and
all these things shall be added unto you.

6:34 Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall
take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the
evil thereof.
	
Luke
12:24 Consider the ravens: for they neither sow nor reap; which
neither have storehouse nor barn; and God feedeth them: how much more
are ye better than the fowls?  12:25 And which of you with taking
thought can add to his stature one cubit?  12:26 If ye then be not
able to do that thing which is least, why take ye thought for the
rest?  12:27 Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they
spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was
not arrayed like one of these.

12:28 If then God so clothe the grass, which is to day in the field,
and to morrow is cast into the oven; how much more will he clothe you,
O ye of little faith?  12:29 And seek not ye what ye shall eat, or
what ye shall drink, neither be ye of doubtful mind.

Having done with the Bible, the duke gave back the note to the same creature and then went on:

‘Natives were flattered to see their ways recommended so strongly to all mankind. They felt sorry for the missionaries who were themselves not often up to those standards bird and beast and native achieved effortlessly. They marveled at the missions trying so hard to change the life of natives into theirs, which was so much further away from what the Bible commended. But the greatest of disasters in work of mission was to have shown them the whole of Bible. They would be gloomy when skipping over the verses of Leviticus 18 to 20. They understood not what these were until the time they saw German missionaries. Indeed such things were reported to them by natives in Venezuela who had watched the camps of Augsburg banker Welser… but for some reason, natives forgot the reports as soon as they heard them. This may be because they need to narrate among themselves several times until the report is committed to memory; but so horrible they found these reports that they could never repeat them; even the first news were brought in cryptic gestures that could mean anything horrible; natives had no words for the acts of German colony to Venezuela. Later when they observed the same in all the Jesuit missions, the pox had reduced them sufficiently enough and the marauders kept near each mission to gun any who saw. Naturally, the leftovers of German Pox and bullets were in no condition to see anything around them let alone to judge it according to the book preached by the sea devils as starving mothers whispered to kids.’

The expert:

‘…In 1610 Philip III (1598-1621) proclaimed that only the "sword of the word" should be used to subdue the Paraguayan Indians, thus making them happy subjects. 

The duke:

‘Do with the German Pox, what you cannot do with guns… The distinct advantage of the pox as opposed to the plague was that the Jesuits were all inoculated and immune to the pox but not so to the plague. Naturally, the Sword of Word would work for as long as the natives knew not to inoculate. This meant the Spaniards too should not know it. This meant, Spaniards should be cut off from the Levant and North Africa completely because there they would wonder why there is no dread of pox and any native would tell them of inoculation. Just as Italians should not get outside the middle sea, so the Spaniards should not get into it. This was not easy with the coast of Spain overlooking Africa, but then who said to civilize the world will be an easy job? We have achieved things more impossible than that: consider the lilies in the field indeed; consider the elimination of thirty million Slavs in the middle of the twentieth century… Where there is a will, a way will be found, said Fuehrer.’

The expert:

‘…The church granted extensive powers to Jesuit Father Diego de Torres to implement a new plan, with royal blessings, that foresaw an end to the encomienda system. This plan angered the settlers, whose lifestyle depended on a continuing supply of Indian labor and concubines. 

The duke:

‘First, Native Americans had to be separated from native Latins. For, as soon as the vise closed on a tribe, it would ask for the recipe of gunpowder and the Latins would give it them. Indeed up to that time the natives of South America felt no danger from the Latins and therefore did not pursue rigorously for that knowledge, but this would change when tribe after tribe felt the civilizing force of German enlightenment under the robes of the Honored Padres…

The expert:

‘…The settlers' resistance helped convince the Jesuits to move their base of operations farther afield to the province of Guayrá in the distant northeast. After unsuccessful attempts to "civilize" the recalcitrant Guaycurú, the Jesuits eventually put all their efforts into working with the Guaraní. Organizing the Guaraní in reducciones (reductions or townships), the hard-working fathers began a system that would last more than a century.

The duke:

‘Problem of eliminating the Latins had to be postponed; wave after wave of German Pox would do its part for the advance of civilization. Before Latins, the Native Americans had to be worked on. But total isolation between the two and total control of the news from one to the other should be established. This was essential for the good work of generations that is not ended yet. Who knows, maybe SARS III will complete the job. Has to, if we are not to face a more formidable enemy after felling the tree called the United States and chopping it into as many duchies as it has counties now. More formidable because our numbers in Latin America are nowhere near the 25% we are among the unsuspecting North Americans. We have given generals like Biron, Munnich and Ostermann as dictators to Latin America, we have even given a Leopoldine Habsburg like Catherina I to Brazil 1817-23 and a Charlotte Coburg like Catherina II to Mexico 1863-67, a Stroessner to Paraguay. Aleman to Nicaragua, Kirchner to Argentine, Berger to Guatemala… Lacking in numbers in the population, we had to postpone the final solution. This was because the German colony to Venezuela 1520-40 could not hold its ground and develop into a German Volga Republic. A stray Spanish pirate hanged the Augsburg banker Welser on the banks of Venezuela and terminated the advance of civilization; four hundred years before the infamous Nuremberg Trials. On what charge, you will ask. Cruelty to natives. Das Ich nicht lache! 

The expert:

‘…In one of history's greatest experiments in communal living, the Jesuits had soon organized about 100,000 Guaraní in about 20 reducciones, and they dreamed of a Jesuit empire that would stretch from the Paraguay-Paraná confluence to the coast and back to the Paraná headwaters.

The duke:

‘Like from Thames to Volga, from Paris to Stalingrad, but alas, the world was not yet ready for the master race. Too many Latins and Slavs yet, a German pox take them all.’

The expert:

‘…The new Jesuit reducciones were unfortunately within striking distance of the mamelucos, the slave-raiding, mixed-race descendants of Portuguese and Dutch adventurers. The mamelucos were based in Sâo Paulo, Brazil, which had become a haven for freebooters and pirates by the early 1600s because it was beyond the control of the Portuguese colonial governor.

The duke:

‘The Memluks, ha-ha! You will remember that in 1580 Portugal is brought under German rule. The Portuguese are in rebellion for the next sixty years until they expel the German government. It is imperative that the chaos and confusion of the era be documented without slightest reference to German involvement. Exotic abusive names must be invented for the Portuguese patriots. Like the Memluks. Naturally these patriots must be painted with colors of all crimes: free booters and pirates. Naturally these patriots must be infiltrated. Therefore the mockery of province Flanders in rebellion against the mighty Habsburg Empire that controls all Europe except France and England at the time. Naturally the Naïve Portuguese in Brazil will allow the Dutch among them, believing them fellow rebels against common enemy. This strategam has always worked. Natives are not capable of imagining a deceit that involves dipolic cooperation of whole principalities for longer than a generation.’

The expert:

‘The mamelucos survived mostly by capturing Indians and selling them as slaves to Brazilian planters. Having depleted the Indian population near Sâo Paulo, they ventured farther afield until they discovered the richly populated reducciones. The Spanish authorities chose not to defend the settlements.

The duke:

‘I love it. If you say Portuguese patriots fighting against German usurpers, cannibals and worse, any idiot of a scholar will take it his task to correct this misunderstanding, to discover forged documents that may have led to this misunderstanding. But against the Memluks, you can say anything. There is no scholar who belongs to that nationality, and it is nobody’s job to correct a libel. That is magic of naming: rename Elisabeth Saxe-Coburg-Gotha as Elisabeth Windsor and all is well for the Reich. Enter Philip Hesse-Hauke-Battenberg as the groom who came from Germany in 1947 just when German danger was thought averted, call him Philip Windsor too. Made Duke of Edinburgh in 1947, day before marriage, ha-ha, make him Duke of Belfast if it helps progress and civilization of the Herrenrasse. Why the capacity to do all that is by itself plain proof of who the master race is! The future is ours, my landless barons. Three thousand counties of America await your mailed fist rule. So many of them already have the proper names too: Orange county, Nassau County, Brunswick, Hanover, you name it. German Town will be renamed of course: we do not want too direct an association. I love Orange and Nassua for the confusion this title brought on the plain Englishmen in 1688. Where the hell is Orange County, asked many and answered none. That was ingenious, no less than Habsburg castle which none could locate on a map when House Habsburg ruled the world. Ingenious and mysterious even to this day. Village Orange in Southern France far from the Rhine and Castle Habsburg in neutral Switzerland: fooled the whole world while the master race expanded and collected crown after crown from Russia to Mexico.’

The expert:

‘…Spain and Portugal were united from 1580 to 1640. Although their colonial subjects were at war, the governor of Rio de la Plata Province had little incentive to send scarce troops and supplies against an enemy who was nominally of the same nationality.

The duke:

‘Lovely. It says not that Portugal too fell under German rule though the Portuguese remained in a state of rebellion against German usurpers. In fact, the word German is not in even mentioned in thousands of books describing this era of Portugal and Brazil. We know why the German governor hesitates to send Spanish soldiers against Portuguese patriots.

The expert:

‘…In addition, the Jesuits were not popular in Asunción, where the settlers had the governor's ear. The Jesuits and their thousands of neophytes thus had little means to protect themselves from the depredations of the "Paulistas," as the mamelucos also were called (because they came from Sâo Paulo). In one such raid in 1629, about 3,000 Paulistas destroyed the reducciones in their path by burning churches, killing old people and infants (who were worthless as slaves), and carrying off to the coast entire human populations, as well as cattle. Their first raids on the reducciones netted them at least 15,000 captives.

The duke:

‘Ahha. The trump card here is the ethnicity of Jesuits. For as long as they are not exposed for being of the German race, confusion is complete among the natives of Old and New Worlds. None can unravel the numerous complications that arise. The more things are explained without this parameter, the muddier they get.’

The expert:

‘…Faced with the awesome challenge of a virtual holocaust that was frightening away their neophytes and encouraging them to revert to paganism, the Jesuits took drastic measures.

The duke:

‘Paganism, cannibalism, civilization… as for Holocaust, look, it is the name of the thing which armed Latins did to natives; poor unarmed German Jesuits tried to stop it! Meine Herren, two centuries from now, we will have given documents to the world from which scholars of nations can write with clean conscience that it was the First Ukrainian Army that raided Treblinka and Auschwitz and performed a Holocaust while Schindler, the German Jesuit, resisted them.’

The expert:

‘…Under the leadership of Father Antonio Ruíz de Montoya, as many as 30,000 Indians (2,500 families) retreated by canoe and traveled hundreds of kilometers south to another large concentration of Jesuit reducciones near the lower Paraná.

The duke:

‘As well I might say, the Holy Order of SS retreated from marauding Red Army with the people under its charge into another concentration camp further west.’

The expert:

‘…About 12,000 people survived. But the retreat failed to deter the Paulistas, who continued to raid and carry off slaves until even the reducciones far to the south faced extinction.

The duke:

‘But the retreat of civilization failed to deter the Slav Horde…. The enemies of civilization chased the unarmed SS all the way to Berlin. Even the concentration camps far to the south, like Dachau in Bavaria and its satellite camps, faced extinction.’

The expert:

‘…The Paulista threat ended only after 1639, when the viceroy in Peru agreed to allow Indians to bear arms. Well-trained and highly motivated Indian units, serving under Jesuit officers, bloodied the raiders and drove them off.

The duke:

‘In 1640 German occupation government was thrown out of Lisabon. Portuguese revolution against Hessian soldiery, war of liberation against Germans, was over.  A race with the ability to remove all this from the texts narrating the events of those years is plainly the master race. The like of it has been achieved by no nation but us in the history of this planet. I care not if a secluded scholar in Portugal writes otherwise for as long as he remains secluded and his text confined. That is to say, I care not with the urgency spared for more pressing projects. But eventually, even a secluded scholar in Portugal has to be dealt with. All in its time. Priorities are dynamic.’

The expert:

‘…Victory over the Paulistas set the stage for the golden age of the Jesuits in Paraguay. The Guaraní were unaccustomed to the discipline and the sedentary life prevalent in the reducciones, but adapted to it readily because it offered them higher living standards, protection from settlers, and physical security.

The duke:

‘A masterpiece that! Victory over Sao Paulo in the year 1640! Like describing 1783 as victory of Georg III Hanover over George Washington! Portuguese attacks on Habsburg governors of Spanish territories have stopped because Portugal has won its independence after sixty years of resistance. But Germany appears not among the defeated in either case. Make it look like Spain or Britain lost a war, never mentioning the German occupation government in those countries during their wars.’

The expert:

‘…By 1700 the Jesuits could again count 100,000 neophytes in about 30 reducciones. The reducciones exported yerba maté, a plant used to produce a bitter tea that is popular in Paraguay and Argentina. The Jesuits also raised food crops and taught arts and crafts.

The duke:

‘That is right. Never give them metallurgy, nor composition of gunpowder. Engage them in what they already have but with Prussian efficiency until gets them the next pox epidemic from laboratories of Rhineland-Westphalia. The pox culture was brought in the same ship that brought the huge bells for the cathedral built by the natives for the Jesuits. Brass bells were never to be cast in America because natives could learn metallurgy from it and cast canons for their defense.

The expert:

‘…In addition, they were able to render considerable service to the crown by supplying Indian armies for use against attacks by the Portuguese, English, and French.

The duke:

‘In 1640, three nations of Europe are not under German rule: Braganza Portugal, Stuart England, and Bourbon France. All else is under German Habsburgs. What is worse, these three stiff-necked royal houses cooperate for their defense and form marriage alliance. What is even worse, all three ruling houses vow not to let any German into their palaces. Grave enemies to the Reich. But of course hard times call for hard measures. As soon as Charles I Stuart sends for a bride from the newly liberated Portugal, a civil war is concocted to behead the said Charles. It is true that after restoration, 1660, Charles II his son did send to Portugal for that bride, this being the will of his beheaded father. Scots never learn. But then did the Habsburg launch another invasion of Portugal, though it appeared to be in vain. But among this chaos and confusion, several German Jesuits embedded in Portugal since generations could infiltrate the retinue of the Queen from Portugal to London and they made sure that no infant of that stiff-necked Latin-Scot couple would survive.  Brother Charles, James Duke of York had two daughters, and those were by hook and crook taken as brides to Nassau and Oldenburg. From there on is the path unstoppable, of the glorious revolution for Britons.’

The update on Paraguay continued many more hours. It was tedious; the subject matter contracted to the plains of Paraguay and then expanded to all parts of the globe. It was as if all events of the planet were somehow mysteriously connected to this remote land in the heart of Latin America. This was more bizarre than the lore invented by Tolkien for the Ring of Sauron. What a pity a literary talent like Tolkien chose to forge mythologies instead of turning his skill into unraveling the real mysteries that plague the planet. Did I say chose? Maybe Tolkien had no choice. Does he not say in his preface to a later edition that by 1918 all his good friends had died young in wars of Britain? Soldiers of a usurped crown do not die only by bullets of the other side. Maybe Tolkien was afraid of writing about the usurpation in his Shire. Maybe the nearest he could come to express his disgust with the 1947 wedding of the British crown to German Philip was the prelist chapter of his book: the Scouring of the Shire. Just after worst enemy, Hitler Germany, is defeated, Saruman pops up in the Shire as the new dynast to Britain.

I will not transcribe the rest of histories around Paraguay which the Duke of Aargau gave his devoted vassals. However, our mini flying Seiko camera transmitted all of it to the servers of the Space Orb; if there be interest, the rest can be transcribed later.

The Duke talked of a War of Tripple Alliance, planned by his house and executed faultlessly about the same time his vassal Habsburg had usurped the crown of Spain and was waiting for the confederate success on the border to the United States. The duke lamented the loss of Confederate states and the loss of Mexico that had to follow it. Even the bribe of Alaska had not helped to cut off the arms supply to Mexican terrorists under leadership of their elected president Benito Juarez. But the duke highly praised the success of the War of Triple Alliance; all adult male population of Paraguay wiped out! The duke explained how this ethnic cleansing had helped a century later to make one of his vassals, a certain Stroessner, president of Paraguay and keep him so for half a century. He then lamented the fall of his vassal Arnold Aleman in Nicaragua. But he highly praised the success of his vassal Hans Berger in Guatemala in the elections of December 2003. He was also proud of his vassal Kirchner in Argentine. What is the use of an economic crisis if in its aftermath one of my vassals is not to mount the throne? 

At this rhetorical question coming from a plaintiff who felt strongly for the justice of his case, the audience thundered agreement in unison:

‘Jawohl!’
Chapter 5- Mysteries of Paris

Jan 19, 2004

Monsieur Afrique

Mr. Bars drew into the isle of check point on the border crossing from the Oppressive Reich into free France. Carlos was left behind. We had no camera on Carlos since Bars dropped him in the last resting place before the border. If Carlos were to get caught in that place presumably full of agents of all denominations, we would loose him forever. 

Bars drew through the check point isle without incident. The laxity of guards on the border strangely contrasted with the diligence of every citizen of the Reich on every street of every town. Probably the security system of the Reich was based on a total territorial control rather than on border checks. Probably those who ought to not get out of the Reich would have been apprehended long before they came to the border.

Bars was on French territory at last. He drew at a steady pace until the next town. He parked outside an Internet Café and went to a phone booth. We could see him dial. Obviously our mini flying Seiko camera that had been perched on the back sit of the auto had followed Bars to the phone booth.

A new monitor activated in the Space Orb showing coordinates of the dialed number.

‘Receiving coordinates… Paris…’

‘Oui, Monsieur,’ said a gentleman of about sixty years age.

‘Carlos needs help of Monsieur Monsieur!’ said Bars slowly and clearly.

‘No need to say more!’ said the elderly Frenchmen. ‘Where can I find you?’

Bars told the name of the town, the street and the café, reading it from the signboard.

‘Café France Libre.’

‘I know the place,’ said the Frenchmen. ‘I will be there in one hour. Au revoir!’

‘He needs papers!’ said Bars quickly.

‘Au revoir!’ repeated the Frenchmen. There was no knowing if he heard the last sentence.

‘Au Revoir!’ said Bars confused and hanged up.

An hour later the elderly man walked into the Café where Bars was sitting calmly. As the Frenchman came towards him, the calm gave way to an anxious look; desperate almost for help.

‘He needs papers!’ said Bars as soon as the Frenchman took his hand.

‘I am Monsieur Afrique!’ said the mature Frenchman.

‘Monsieur Monsieur Afrique?’ asked Bars.

‘No, Monsieur Jack Monsieur is Le Field Marechal. I am just Monsieur Afrique.’ Said the Frenchman with self assured smile of a person who could be trusted and who also could get things done; done in time.

‘Carlos could not cross the border because he lacks papers.’ Said Bars.

‘I thought as much.’ Said Monsieur Afrique. ‘How far is he from here?’

‘At the first resting place just beyond the checkpoint.’ Said Bars, searching for a brief case in which might be the papers but could see none.

‘You stay. I will drive over and get him.’ Said Monsieur Afrique and walked away.

We had no flying camera on Monsieur Afrique. The one dispatched from the Space Orb when Bars called him had obviously stayed in that place instead of accompanying Monsieur Afrique to his car. 

Bars sat for another hour until Monsieur Afrique walked through the door a second time; a smiling Carlos was with him.

‘Friends of Le Field Marechal are my friends too.’ Said Monsieur Afrique.

‘Thank you.’ Said Carlos.

‘I should make a move,’ said Bars unwillingly, looking from one to the other of the fresh friends.

‘If you must or if you wish.’ Said Monsieur Afrique.

‘But…,’ said Carlos, looking pleadingly at his French host.

Monsieur Afrique encouraged Carlos to complete his saying.

‘But I owe you!’ said Carlos to Bars. ‘And I would very much like to be useful to you.’ He looked again at the French host.

‘You owe and you would like to pay but you yourself are stranded. No problem. Your debt is my debt. My best friend Monsieur Jacques Monsieur owes his life to you and it is my duty to honor debt of my friends.’ Said Monsieur Afrique.

‘I stay with you then,’ said Bars cheerfully. A heavy load had been taken off his shoulders. 

‘Lets go!’ said Monsieur Afrique, ‘to Paris.’

Paris

Entering Paris, Monsieur Afrique pulled over and waited for Bars who was driving alone. Sure enough, Bars slowed down and parked some distance away and walked to them.

‘From here, you can join us. Your car may stay here.’ Said Monsieur Afrique. ‘I will have it moved to a garage tomorrow.’

The two fugitives from the Reich were in a very relaxed mood. Somehow both of them had full confidence in their host whom they had met for the first time in their life. He was supposed to be a friend of a friend of one of them and that supposition somehow sufficed to assure them of their safety as the guests of Monsieur Afrique. He looked a strong and capable man even assuming he would not be armed while crossing the border twice within an hour. Still, considering the recent ordeals of the two fugitives, I found them a bit hasty in trusting.

All three were now in the car of Monsieur Afrique and our mini flying Seiko Camera that had been with Bars so far had moved over to that car. When the Frenchman parked somewhere and all of them got out, so did our mini camera. When they took a taxi, our camera was with them. They left the taxi on a crowded business street and walked.

At long last the Frenchman and his two guests were in a Paris apartment. It was top floor of a hotel really.

‘This is Rue St. Dennis!’ explained Monsieur Afrique. ‘You can see Gar du Nord through the window. The street ends there.’

Both fugitives bowed for thanks.

‘You see an old man outside the Gar!’ said Monsieur Afrique.

Both fugitives looked and saw.

‘He is there twelve hours a day. You can contact me through him. I am allergic to phones; don’t touch the beasts unless I have too.’

Both fugitives bowed.

‘The old man is an Armenian. He makes bread on hot plate. That has been his business the last forty or so many years. You buy bread and then ask if he is from Africa. An hour from your asking this, I will be on the bridge where this street crosses the river.’

Both fugitives bowed.

‘But I do not expect any emergency here. There will be none.’ Said the Frenchman as a lion proud of his territory.

‘You will need to rest now. Room service will supply food after I am gone. There are clothes in the garderobe.  We meet here tomorrow.’

Both fugitives accompanied their new friend to the door.

Jan20, 2004

Hotel

An elderly gentleman brought the breakfast in the morning.

‘Bonjour, Messieurs!’

‘Bonjour,’ said Bars and Carlos.

The gentlemen left the tray on the table and then studied faces.

‘I have seen you before,’ he said, suddenly turning towards Carlos.

Carlos looked startled at first and then recovered himself and examined the host to recall if they had indeed met before.

 ‘You look like someone I have seen before.’ Said the host.

Carlos relaxed his vigilance.

‘Ahha, I remember now! You look like him.’

The hotelier was pointing at Bars and laughing. He had improvised a joke of sorts based on the similarity between the two guests. Then the hotelier became thoughtful again.

‘Is there anything the Messieurs need?’

‘No thing, thanks!’ said both guests.

‘Well then. I will be gone. You know where to find me?’

‘Where?’ asked Carlos.

‘You can see me from this window. I sell breads across the street from Gar du Nord.’

‘Ah, yes!’ said Carlos.

‘After breakfast Monsieur expects you.’ Said the Armenian like an afterthought.

‘Where?’

‘In Palais du Justis. You ask for Monsieur Yves Bot. Monsieur Afrique will be with him.’

‘Thanks,’ said Carlos. ‘We will be there.’

‘You know where Justis is?’

‘No.’

‘But you will ask?’

‘Yes.’

‘Ask anyone?’

‘Sure.’

‘He who asks anyone may find anything; but he who asks no one will find no thing.’ 

‘Maybe you can tell us.’

‘Down the street, across the first bridge.’

‘That simple?’

‘Real Justis is never complicated; life for life saves the next life. But make sure it is the wrong life for the right life.’

The friendly old Armenian went out and sure enough the two fugitives watched through the window as he resumed his position as street vendor. He was not room service or any sort of employee of the hotel. 

‘Mysterious, mysterious!’ said Bars. ‘Palace of Justice? I recently escaped from one! Shall I walk into another?’

‘Both may be towers but this is in Gondor; that was in Mordor!’ said Carlos.

‘What movie is that?’ asked Bars.

‘Lord of the Rings.’

‘Ah, I must see that film. Today maybe; after we escape from the Justice Palace.’ Said Bars and laughed heartily at his remark.

‘I know you are not worried really,’ said Carlos and that settled the uncertainties of their destination.

After breakfast they went out. The hotel manager downstairs was a friendly French woman engaged in teaching letters to her pre-school child. 

‘Bonjour, messieurs.’

‘Bonjour, Madam.’

‘You have everything you need?’

‘Yes, thanks.’

‘Convey my respects to Monsieur Bot.’

‘Pardon, madam?’

‘Monsieur Yves Bot, Attorney General of Paris. I thought you were going to him.’

‘Yes Madam.’

‘Well then, if it is not much trouble, convey my respects to Monsieur Bot, S’il vous plait.

‘Bien sur, madam’ said Carlos. Bars was watching the scene with astonished eyes. He said nothing until they were out of the building. And there, the old Armenian took out his hat and greeted them by waving it.

‘Well, well.’ said Bars.

‘I would say lets walk. It is downhill from here.’ Said Carlos.

Bars was waving back to the bread seller across the street from Gar du Nord.

‘I am very much inclined to believe that these people are what they seem to be; sincere, friendly, honest. Just like us.’ Said Bars.

‘Why not? After all nine parts of the planet in ten are like us more or less.’

‘I have stayed in the Reich too long; damaged my instincts. Nine parts of the Reich out of ten are treacherous creatures who look the opposite of what they really are. To play-act is a very refined art and science with them, on the east side of the Rhine.’

‘Other beasts, other mores!’ said Carlos.

‘What is mores?’

‘the conventions that embody the fundamental values of a group’

‘Values? On the East of the Rhine? Between each two wars?’

‘Treacheries then: treason, sedition, disloyalty, treachery, betrayal, duplicity perfidy.’

‘Betrayal, unfaithfulness, infidelity’

‘Everywhere on the planet except in the Reich.’

‘Sedition incitement to rebellion, agitation, subversion, rabble-rousing, troublemaking.’

‘Agitation,  campaigning, demonstration, protest, confrontation, stir, disturbance, shakeup’

‘Cause of all collective anxiety, worry, nervousness, tension, distress.’

‘Everywhere on the planet except in the Reich.’

‘Where all these things exist naturally.’

‘Or unnaturally as an infection.’

‘An infection that is programmed to spread and infect all other nations.’

‘By treat or by trick.’

‘By war or by peaceful NGOs.’

‘Attack or help but engage at any cost and infect from close quarters.’

‘What is in a handshake?’

‘With the devil.’

‘A handshake with masters of virus labs.’

‘Same thing.’

The two ex-fugitives walked confidently and lightly down the Rue St. Dennis. This January morning of Paris was bright and cold. 

Palais Justice of Paris

The two fugitives from the Reich entered the Justice Palace Paris without anxiety. Carlos led the way and Bars followed.

‘Monsieur Yves Bot, S’il vous plait,’

The information desk gave them a room number without exhibiting signs of the official paranoia that is typical of the Reich duchies on the east side of the Rhine. But then, America used to be like that before 911. The Reich hates powerful countries that suffer not from official paranoia; the Reich is envious them and sooner or later infects them with its own virus.

Carlos and Bars found the room of their destination without having to ask again. Carlos knocked.

‘Entrez, s’il vouz plait!’

Carlos opened the room and led the way. Bars followed.

‘Ah, cettez vouz! Entres, entres!’ said Monsieur Afrique while the host of the room showed the empty chairs at the round table.

‘May I introduce …’

Monsieru Afrique introduced them.

‘Carlos is friend of Jacques Monsieur; saved his life in Columbia.’

‘Enchanted…!’

‘Monsieur Yves Bot is Attorney General for the Republic of Paris.’

‘Encantado, Senor!’ said Carlos and then introduced his friend; ‘Monsieur Bars; the one man band!’

‘We know of the official press conference in Bonn, Monsieur Bars; a poetical escape. They never identified the man who picked you up from between two crooked policemen and ruined a refined plot.’ Said Yves Bot.

‘I owe my life to my friend Carlos,’ said Bars, bowing.

‘So many lives saved and so much debt incurred. But pray, Monsieur Bars, do not end up in a Belgium prison and leave me with the obligation of making good your debt to Senor Carlos.’ Said Monsieur Afrique.

‘That was already payment for my debt before.’ Said Carlos.

‘What, barter now?’ said Monsieur Afrique.

‘Jean-Christophe, my friend, you must make up your mind. Either you like these errands or you don’t.’

‘Can’t I like them and like complaining about them at the same time?’

‘Of course you can if that is your wish.’

‘That is settled then. No more barters.’ said Monsieur Afrique. ‘Jack Monsieur owes at least nine more lives and I am here to pay each creditor when he calls the number and asks for help.’

‘I know of Montesinos, Minin and Mugabe.’ Said Yves Bot. ‘Each of them saved Jacques monsieur in grave danger.’

‘There is many more.’ Said Afrique and counted on his fingers: ‘Mandela, Mbeki, Mahathir, Menem…’

‘Shall we talk about the M-Files?’ asked the Attorney. ‘Maybe our friends here can shed some light on that mysterious matter.’

‘Ah, Oui! The M-Files!’ said Afrique and turned to Carlos. ‘There is this puzzle in our hands since ten years and we can make no sense of it.’

Bars showed more interest than Carlos did, probably not because the concept told him anything but because he liked solving riddles.

 ‘I had to do with the M-Files,’ said Carlos, ‘but only once and only very indirectly; it was given to me as a job, to transport a file from a place to another.’

‘The file was referred to as the M File?’ asked Monsieur Afrique.

 ‘It was the M File.’

‘You saw its contents?’

‘I photographed every page but I read it not. I had to do it in a dark night; as back up copy in case I lost the file on the way.’

‘But you lost it not?’

‘No, I delivered the package without accidents.’

There was some silence. Obviously the State Attorney and Monsieur Afrique would like to know where the M file had been and to where it was transported by Carlos. But both were too polite to ask or to apply any form of pressure.

Carlos was looking down. It was his decision and he was working on it. The company waited. Their Host refilled the coffees from the bulky thermos.

‘I will tell you what I remember. This happened ten years ago. I was to pick the M file in Lichtenstein and deliver it in Frankfurt.’

‘One original file.’ Said Attorney General.

‘Well, yes, it was the original file. And the microfilm I took of every page in it, well, I buried them in Lichtenstein before I left that duchy.’

‘One original microfilm.’ ‘A original file.’ Said Attorney General.

‘And then I forgot all about the microfilm,’ said Carlos, ‘until now.’

The Attorney rose from the round coffee table and went to his study. He opened a drawer, took out a file and came back.

‘This is the M file we reconstructed from the microfilm you buried in Lichtenstein.’ Said Yves Bot. 

‘We did this some years ago.’ Said Monsieur Afrique.

‘An agent of the DTS happened to be in Lichtenstein ten years ago on private business.’ Said Yves Bot.

‘Probably he saw me burying the microfilm.’ Said Carlos. ‘I was new to this business and that job was given to me as probation. I was never told what it was I delivered.’

‘You can see now what is in the M File, but we do not know why it is in it. That is what we would like to find out while we review the facts over.’


Chapter 6- The M-Files
Jan 21, 2004

Belgian Connection
Carlos paged through the M File.

‘A very old file; the last entry is dated 1968.’ said Carlos. ‘Yet when I was given the job of taking it from Vaduz to Frankfurt ten years ago, it was handled like high explosives.’

‘That is the puzzling aspect,’ said Monsieur Afrique. You see my name there; and yet I was a mere teenager at the time. So were all those others in the file.’

‘Now we have a few more pieces to the jigsaw puzzle,’ said the Attorney. ‘The file has been dormant in Lichtenstein from 1968 to 1993; no entries made probably means the file was misplaced there or forgotten for some reason. Probably it was not meant to be in that duchy at all. For some reason, some emergency, the file is taken to Vaduz and forgotten there. We also know that whoever it was who owned the file and forgot it for twenty five years suddenly needed it.’

‘Or suddenly considered its exposure dangerous and got it back to destroy; because the information on a dozen teenagers dating from before 1968 cannot be of much use in 1993.’ Said Monsieur Afrique.

‘That might depend on who is in the file and why.’ said the Attorney.

‘The strange thing is, all those in the old file did come into contact while desperately trying to help victims of genocide in Yugoslavia.’ Said Afrique.

‘There is Jacques Monsieur in the file, and he is now in Belgian prison for having supplied arms to the targets of massacre.’ said the Attorney. ‘My friend Jacques-Cristophe, tell us, when was it first that you decided to help Croats and Bosnians?’

‘Certainly not before 1991! None of those in the file who met after that date while trying to stop a genocide could have thought of it before; none of us could predict that such a thing was being prepared for Yugoslavia.’ Said Afrique.

‘And yet, someone kept a file on all of you even before 1968. It was a different world then. De Gaulle lived and Tito lived and no sensible person could imagine that Yugoslavia would be fragmented along borders once dictated by Hitler. And certainly none could imagine that a genocide would be committed there, before the eyes of the whole world and against all the power of the Clintonian America.’ Said the Attorney.

‘What logic then brought our names together in a file laying in Vaduz?’ muttered Monsieur Afrique.

‘Let’s go over the personalities once more’ said the Attorney. Obviously the friends had done this many times before.

‘There is me and Jacques Monsieur; both of us worked against genocide and against concentration camps in Yugoslavia.’

‘And both of you went to prison for it! You in Paris, Jacques Monsieur in Brussels.’ said the attorney.

‘Then there is Carlos Menem in this file. His name put there when the good man was a teenager. Who could have guessed that he would cooperate with Jacques Monsieur to supply life saving arms to the victims of genocide?’

‘And Menem went into prison for this.’

‘Then there is the Ukrainian Marchuk; ex-premier, General of the Army, chief of the Security Council… 1993-94, helped in supply of 30,000 Kalashnikovs to Croats and Bosnians. 1999-2001 Chased to be caught and brought to Brussels.’

‘Brussels seems to hold the key to this puzzle. The Belgian crown rather. I would very much like to interrogate that Coburg clan,’ said the Attorney.

‘Thinking of all the time you wasted on forcing Jacques Chirac to appear in the court!’ said Monsieur Afrique.

‘A very refined diversion and I fell for it!’ confessed the Attorney Yves Bot. ‘I am ashamed of it.’

‘Then there is the Ukrainian born Leonid Minin; arrested in Monza, Italy, sedated and fully framed with cocaine, porno and hired maids. Maligned in the media as the shadowy, Ukranian-born Israeli millionaire.’ Said Afrique.

‘He is in prison too. Chased primarily by the Belgian Secret Service and supposedly brought to justice.’ Said the Attorney general of Paris.

‘There is the Hungarian Mezosy, now in Belgian prison.’

‘For resisting genocide.’ said the Attorney.

‘There is Vladimir Montesinos of Peru now in prison.’

‘For resisting genocide.’

‘There is Mohammed Mahathir of Malaysia.’

‘For resisting genocide. Much maligned by Belgian press but escaped prison.’

‘So far!’ said Afrique.

‘All these people who supplied arms to endangered Croats and Bosnians have names starting with letter M.’ said Bars, speaking for the first time since the file was put on the round table.

‘Very Strange,’ said Carlos. ‘Considering it is an old file, compiled long before anyone might guess the later events of Yugoslavia.’

‘Are we into the realm of the Occult here?’ asked Monsieur Afrique to Carlos, ‘I was hoping you might contribute in this direction, being freshly escaped the fangs of the Occult Reich.’ 

Carlos was thinking.

‘I have a feeling; if we solve this riddle we might rescue your friend Jacques Monsieur from the fang of the Belgian Occult.’ Said Monsieur Afrique.

Carlos was sincerely thinking. He was honestly trying to remember some insignificant detail that might unriddle the secret of the M File. 

‘Our friend Jack Monsieur, is the maverick we now have nearest to ambassador Chetardie that France once had. He is worth rescuing; valuable for France and for the world.’

‘Who was Chetardie?’ asked Bars.

‘He was the French Ambassador to Russia in 1741. Chetardie arranged a palace coup against three German generals, deposed a German usurper and made Elisabeth the last Romanov Czarina.’ Explained Monsieur Afrique.

‘Since then no German rule in Russia?’ asked Carlos.

‘Would be nice for the whole world but alas. The Teutonic order waited twenty years until Chetardie was dead and Elisabeth too, and then they repeated the same palace farce.’ Added the Attorney.

‘But surely Russians did not tolerate German kings for long?’

‘Alas, it is not that simple. The bear cannot escape the carnival performer once in chains. German Czars ruled Russia150 years.’ Lamented Monsieur Afrique.

‘Is that why Russia has no state in Americas? Because Germans would not let them?’ asked Bars.

‘Worse! Russians were well established in Pacific North America a century before Louis and Clark crossed the Mississipi.’ Said the Attorney.

‘No kidding?’ said Bars.

‘No kidding! German Czarina Catherine Holstein liquidated Russian presence in America.’

‘How? How can a fat German sitting model to fat German painters for most of her reign do such a thing to all Russians?’ asked Bars astonished.

‘Poison and priests I suppose! And small pox epidemics too.’

‘Just like to Native Americans?’ asked Carlos.

‘Exactement! Same enemy, same methods.’ Said Monsieur Afrique.


Concentration camps in Yugoslavia

Monsieur Afrique summed up the hunt for heroes who supplied arms to targets of genocide in Yugoslavia.

‘Mavericks who did something and are hunted globally by Belgian Coburg Secret Service, masters of Colonial era, for saving Croats and Bosnians from Concentration Camps and genocide.

It is no coincidence that most of these heroes are from Slav and Latin lands who suffered in Nazi Genocide camps. It is significant that the French half of Belgium produces such heroes, and not the German half. It is also significant that Clintonian America has been on the side of these heroes right after Bosch I who started the genocide and right before Bosch II who picked from where Clinton had interrupted.

Main problem of the genocidal eight monarchies, German all, was to invent a counterweight to sum total of the conscious world: all Slavs, all Latins, all Africa, all Asia and all Americas including the Clintonian US. It would be insulting the planetary intelligence to present Milosevic as the only counterweight to all these; a counterweight that could commit genocide for longer than Hitler! So, a counterfeit image of Russia had to be invented as if on the side of the Genocide. During the process, Russia was being deluded by economic crisis and unrest. The elite was being murdered right and left. Chechnya was a wound scratched by the remnants of Volga Germans; these wretches were two million in Kazakhstan when the Georgian wall confining them fell. Gog and Magog were rushed to the Reich for reeducation and speedily dispatched back under new identities, as advisors and experts to al parts of the Slav world to act as paralyzing virus.’

Monsieur Afrique paused, sat down like a tired man and looked towards the attorney for help to round up the summation.

‘Heroes who supplied arms to victims of Genocide are being hunted down by Belgian Coburg Secret Services planet-wide.’ Said the Attorney, pointing at the heart of the matter at hand.

German Kings in Vacation 1914-18 and 1939-45

Monsieur Afrique drank some water and revived.

‘Let me tell you a joke of two world wars.’ He said.

All three were listening.

‘Coburg of Belgium instructs his usher weeks before German invasion of his realm: 

‘Pack my cases for a long holiday in London. When the Nazi occupation commander shows up, show him to his study room next to mine. He will find the exhaustive list of my dissidents on the table. Wish him luck and see you later.’

‘When will Hohait be back?’

‘Why, when allies defeat the hated Germans and victoriously enter my capital city of course.’

‘But will the allies suffer Belgians to a German king after they have defeated Germany at such costs?’

‘Why, of course! They always do that. Am I not the legitimate king? It is not I but my cousins who are Generals of Germany! Can I be charged with their crimes?

Monsieur Afrique paused. The others were waiting for the tale to turn into a joke.

‘I forgot the punch line,’ he said.

Jan 22, 2004

Coburg Africa Burning since 1994

 ‘The questions before us are several: why did only few people help the legitimate governments of Croatia and Bosnia to resist a vicious attack that brought genocide and concentration camps; why was Yugoslavia fragmented while the rest of Europe was supposedly integrating; why did the fragmentation of Slav States to the east of Germany follow the borders once dictated by Hitler.’ Summed up the Attorney General for Paris and stopped like he had forgotten the more important questions.

‘How did the names of these heroes come together in a file compiled decades before Yugoslavia was fragmented; why is Coburg of Belgium hunting these people all over the globe; how did the UN embargo against the legitimate governments of Bosnia and Croatia came to be enacted…’ added Monsieur Afrique.

‘Ah, yes, and why these particular violators of a UN Embargo would be hunted down mercilessly while other UN sanctions can be violated with impunity.’ said the Attorney.

‘The Coburg,’ said Bars, ‘I had never heard of the Coburg until the last few days. I would not know if a Coburg was a mineral, an animal or a human.’

‘We still don’t really know what they are,’ said Monsieur Afrique. ‘lets start from the Coburg; therein lies the devil.’ 

‘It defeats imagination to think that in initial defeats of both world wars, a Coburg and the same Coburg was in charge of the French armies; Maxime Weygand-Coburg.’ said the Attorney.

‘Though he was arrested on orders of De Gaulle in 1944 when Paris was liberated, and an investigation was launched, none could find out which cabinet members actually proposed to make the retired Coburg of the first world war again commander in Chief of the French forces.’ Said Afrique.

‘Once he was in command, it took the German Nazis only weeks to conquer France.’ 

‘It is amazing really; a Coburg of unknown father born to Charlotte, daughter to Coburg King to Belgians, enrolls in a French Legion and rises to the highest command, to devastate France in the first war, to disgrace France in Syria as colonial governor, to retire before the second world war and then be called from retirement to command the whole force of France and to betray it terminally.’ Said Attorney.

‘There are some similarities with Marquis de Sade.’ Said Afrique.

‘A creature of unknown origins pops up in France just after the Jesuits are suppressed and France together with Americans has defeated the devils. This creature kidnaps and tortures defenseless street girls; he is caught and convicted to prison in Bastille; there comes the revolution and Bastille is stormed. The creature not only comes free but also presides one of those horrid and occult tribunals that cut forty thousand best heads of France in one year.’ Said the Attorney.

‘I never knew that,’ said Carlos.

‘How could any one? It is neither in histories of the revolution nor in those of Europe. It is no coincidence that the second Reich advancing from Sedan to Paris destroyed all libraries on the way. Then came the Paris commune under German siege and while Parisians including Victor Hugo were eating sewage rats, the agents of the Reich inside Paris were burning libraries in the midst of the confusion.’ Said Monsieur Afrique.

The shiver went through the company. 

‘What could anyone do against an enemy that is best of friends until it makes ready for the next war?’ said the Attorney.

‘Maybe the puzzle cannot be solved near home; maybe the webs are too intricate a maze to be visible from too near. Maybe we should look at the creature where he is active far away from us.’ Said Monsieur Afrique.

‘You are probably right,’ said the Attorney. ‘All we have to assume is that there is only one beast on the planet! Once we can assume this without stopping to prove it, we may compare its works in faraway continents and map the beast in its totality.’

‘Here is a survey of sub-Saharan Africa’ said Monsieur Afrique and produced the latest copy of the Economist. There was a map on page nine of the survey.

‘Wars or serious insurrections since 1994 in sub-Saharan Africa…’ said Monsieur Afrique, reading the legend.

They all studied the map. There were fires on some countries. Four of these fires were big, fifteen of them were slow.

‘What are the big fires on Angola, Congo, Rwanda and Sudan? ’ asked Bars.

‘Deaths in excesses of a million,’ said Monsieur Afrique.

‘Deaths in how many years?’ asked Bars.

‘Since 1994.’ Said Afrique.

‘That is when Nelson Mandela came to power,’ reflected Carlos.

‘And yet, this is not his work.’ Said the Attorney.

‘Clinton took office in January 1993.’ Said Bars.

‘And yet, this is not his work. This is where America had least presence and least influence.’ Said the Attorney.

‘During Clinton watch, Latin America calmed down and prospered.’ Said Monsieur Afrique, ‘and the fires that had been burning in Latin America of Reagan-Busch era, 1980-1992, transferred to Africa 1993-2000.’

‘And then Latin America started burning again when Busch era resumed in 2000.’ Added the Attorney.

‘But Africa did not calm down.’ Said Monsieur Afrique. ‘ Africa still burns.’

‘Not all of it,’ said Bars, pointing at the map.

‘That is my point too,’ said Monsieur Afrique, ‘why is only the middle third of Africa burning?’

‘That is the Coburg Africa,’ said the Attorney.

‘And the Francophone Africa,’ said Monsieur Afrique and added with sensitivity of someone who was about to be blamed unjustly, ‘and I have not done this; I tried to quell the fires of war.’

‘But you failed. The Coburg was too much for you. Probably some of your best friends are closet Coburgs, that is why.’ said the Attorney.

‘Probably, but which ones?’

‘We will never know. What about comparing their photos with those of Maxime Weygand Coburg? Maybe there will be some family resemblance.’ Said the Attorney.

Monsieur Afrique checked a laugh maybe because he could not decide if this be a serious or a joke. The Attorney General of Paris was a grave man, not given to light jokes on matters that meant life or death to nations, nay to continents. But then, who knows? Humans are known to react out of character to overwhelming odds.

‘British colonies are not burning. What is Hesse up to?’ wondered Afrique while he showing the ex-colonies of Britain with two index fingers of two hands. The right hand finger showed Southern Africa from the cape to Kenya while the left finger showed Nigeria and its neighbors. Indeed, there were no fires in these two parts of Africa separated by the burning belt from Angola to Somalia.

‘Zimbabwe is in the heart of the non burning southern part,’ said the Attorney, ‘but it is moving that way rapidly; economic contraction, massive unemployment, cosmic inflation.’

World Wildlife Fund

‘I wonder what may be the timetable of Hesse and Coburg for the rest of Africa.’ Said Afrique.

‘Are they behind all these four big fires and fifteen small fires then?’ asked Carlos.

‘Who else? We know that it was not the Clintonian America. Let alone starting civil wars, that half of the United States could not yet sell a single aspirin to Africa.’

‘Does that leave Hesse and Coburg as the only other actors?’ asked Bars.

‘Look friends,’ said Monsieur Afrique protesting against an insinuation, ‘It is neither Cuba nor Russia who destabilize Africa since 1994. That would leave France and the Reich; and I swear by all that is holly that it is not me!’

‘Calm down, my friend Jean-Christophe Mittereand,’ said the Attorney.

‘But how can I calm down, my friend? The map suggests a certain logic; Belgian and French interests in conflict; as if there are two actors to this chess game with fire and sword.’ Said Monsieur Afrique who was Jean-Christophe Mitterand.

‘It is meant to appear so,’ said the Attorney.

‘And what am I to do against it? That is human beings suffering down there while I know not how to convince the good folks of all nations that I am not doing it? How can I stop the disasters, contribute just a little to the stopping of it, if I remain a prime suspect myself?’

‘That must be the basic idea of the Coburgs then; to taint all who might possibly stop them and keep the good folks in a perpetual state of self justification.’ Said Carlos.

‘Exactly,’ said the Attorney.

‘I wondered none of you mentioning the World Wildlife Fund while discussing the wars in Africa.’ Said Bars.

‘Exactly,’ said the Attorney.

‘I know not how many nature parks are under management of that wild organization but looking at that map of conflicts, I distantly recall a map of nature parks in Africa; the two maps must be very similar.’ Said Bars.

‘They are, Mon Dieu!’ said Monsieur Afrique.

‘Why don’t we ever connect the two?’ wondered the Attorney.

‘Because we never see the two maps within the same book or within the same conference or within the same month.’ explained Monsieur Afrique, boxing his head with the inside of his fist.

‘That is a pattern I have been noticing a lot lately,’ said Carlos.










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A-Z Files

Bars:

Davos so near Lichtenstein

‘Maybe we should keep a closer eye on Lichtenstein,’ said the Attorney.

‘There is the World Economic Forum in Davos this week: Whole five days starting January 21.’ Said Monsieur Afrique.

‘How far is Davos from Lichtenstein? Not far at all. Half an hour of car ride. What are the attending characters?’ said the Attorney. 

‘Let me see… thirty presidents of sovereign countries; seventy five ministers of state; twenty eight religious leaders; fifty speakers of private companies: From ninety-four countries a total of 2100 characters.’

‘And so close to Vaduz! Any number of them could be taken to Vaduz during five long nights.’

‘Naturally a large number of reporters.’

‘It would be interesting to know which of them make to Vaduz and back.’

‘We can have the list.’

‘Biographies; which of these creatures have been pushing what agenda in what country can tell the tale.’

‘Who of special interest attend?’

‘Nestor Kirchner, president of Argentine.’

‘He must be made privy to some plot to keep Carlos Menem down in the next elections. What better place to inform him then Vaduz?’

‘Naturally they could send someone to him in Argentine, but the dukes have their traditions. The vital strategies must be shared in castles of reigning dukes.’

‘There is Bremer, colonial governor to occupied Iraq.’

‘That is the type of the New World Order or the New Reich. What number is this one?’

‘I have lost the count of the beasts. Fourth I suppose.’

‘There is the new president to Georgia. The one whose kids have German for mother tongue.’

‘Berger of Guatemala?’

‘No idea. He is too new; elected president just last week.’

‘The Swiss host?’

‘President Deiss, Conference Minister Moritz Leuenberger, Justice Minister Blocher…’

‘Foreign minister Micheline Calmy Rey?’

‘Oh, that one is not an insider to Swiss banking secrets. As outsider, that one is diverted to organizing a rival conference; some Geneva Initiative opposed to the New Order.’

‘Pro or contra must pay tribute to the Swiss then.’

‘That is the game and those are the rules.’

‘The mist flows from the Swiss to the Belg; from source of the Rhine to the delta of it.’

‘Polish president Kwasnieski attends too.’

‘Not the Prime Minister Miller then?’

‘Suppose not.’

‘What of the Coburg PM of Bulgaria?’

‘He might be sitting in Vaduz during the conference which by itself is beneath the coburg of course. Only selected vassals will be brought to him for instructions.’

‘Secretary of Justice John Ashcroft?’

‘Probably.’

‘Who of the innocent and the naïve?’

‘Bill Clinton, Kofi Annan, El Baradey, Mario Monti, Carly Fiorina of Hewlett Packert.’

‘Nato?’

‘Secretary General Joop de Scheffer.’

‘Von Scheffer too! Who else?’

‘Ackerman von Deutsche Bank, Brabeck von Nestle, von Pierer of Siemens, Kielholz von Credit Suisse …’

‘And Georg Soros?’

‘Him too; Peter Novak.’

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