Chapter 1226 – The Journey of the Czar’s Son

“Xiangjiang in the hands of Britain belongs to the legacy of history, and we have to trust in the wisdom of posterity, which will surely solve the problem at that time. We have never disregarded this fact.” Alan Wilson took a strict stand in front of Dixon, “This has nothing to do with the trade of more than two hundred million, yes more than one hundred million pounds a year, and I ask the De Gaulle government not to discuss the two things together.”

“In the final analysis, France’s current unusual diplomatic maneuvers, could lead to problems in free world solidarity.”

Repeating the British diplomatic position, Alan Wilson didn’t forget to stir the pot, in terms of values, not forgetting that a certain great power has never recognized Algeria as part of France.

“Secretary-General, we haven’t recognized it either.” Dixon had to whisper a reminder that Britain hadn’t recognized French rule over Algeria either, but had taken a position with the US.

“Strike what you just said and we’ll start from the beginning.” Alan Wilson felt no shame at all, a man with a face can do diplomacy? It’s a travesty.

The matter of Britain and France recognizing each other’s colonial sovereignty is still inappropriate, at least for the time being, and it will have to wait until the United States, with the heart of a beast, kills its way headfirst into Vietnam and explains that the two countries have no room to recognize each other.

And Britain’s decolonization has to continue, preferably by dumping some of the less valuable colonies. Yemen in the Middle East, for example, is nothing but a strategic location, and to oil can’t be said to be completely absent, but there really isn’t much of it either.

The next step in the contraction of the Persian Gulf, to retreat to Kuwait and the UAE as the core, including Qatar and Bahrain, the British power can not decline, if the power is not enough, early withdrawal from Yemen is not impossible.

“Colleagues have discussed this and some of them think partition is better.” Dixon talked about Yemen, “Yemen has a natural basis for partition, Shia and Sunni, not only the population is almost the same, the residence is also almost half of each, if you want to partition, it will be very easy.”

“That’s why we won’t opt for partition.” Alan Wilson vetoed the decision discussed by the Foreign Office, “The report on maintaining the sovereign independence and integrity of Yemen will be given to the minister as the only viable report.”

Partition is simply not a tradition of British administration of colonies, and the world is full of countries that Britain has amalgamated out of. South Africa, not to mention others, was amalgamated.

The example of British India is just a lone example, it was Ali Jinnah who did not want to live in a country with Hindus. That was the truth, but now it seems that even if one were to look at the issue from Britain’s point of view, one would have to admit that Arizona’s insistence, apart from hurting India, was good for the world.

“If the Prime Minister has no objection to this, negotiations with the local Yemeni elite can begin at any time. Of course my personal advice would be to have a good talk with the Shias. And while we take the attitude of preserving Yemen’s sovereignty and independence. But if Yemen has a civil war of its own, it can have nothing to do with us.”

Alan Wilson can conclude that once Yemen later goes to civil war after independence, the pot will certainly be on Britain’s head, at least in the mouths of the Soviet bloc countries, which is almost a certainty, because Britain is really the sovereign power of Yemen.

If you don’t say that colonialism is really all over the place, take partition, people say you’re deliberately divisive. Take merger, people say you want the other side to implode, it’s a load of shit how to deal with it.

“The opinion of the Defense Ministry side, the six thousand troops stationed in Yemen, transferred to be stationed in Oman, that’s it.”

“Is that to contain the Soviet Union’s attempts to move south?” Dixon inquired, after all, the Baghdad treaty went unheeded and British and American cooperation in the Middle East was still at a very low level, rooted in Israel and Iran.

“It’s to make the locals realize that Britain is in containment, which we don’t actually have.” Alan Wilson corrects Dixon’s self-importance, “The Soviet problem is destined to be a long-term one, and the struggle is best confined to the diplomatic and economic level, but just not to the military.”

Not to mention the Soviet Union, which made Europe sleepless, even the Russian Federation, the weakest since the history of Russia. That is not something that any country in Europe can fight against.

Even Russia, the weakest in history, the same ability to smash the pot, don’t want to go through it pulls you together to bleed. Do you have a way?

We all share the same poverty, Europe still has a bullshit psychological advantage, is it across an Atlantic Ocean looking at the standard of living in the United States, self-hypnosis?

In all honesty, Europe’s natural resources aren’t good, and even if they were at the level of a certain great power, they wouldn’t be so afraid of the USSR. But the problem is that the natural resources of the European Great Plains are properly an Indian level.

Ignoring Eastern Europe, would you believe that the UK is the most naturally balanced country in Western Europe? With its coal and iron ore mines and North Sea oil, the UK is a gifted country when confined to Europe.

But Britain’s iron ore quality is only thirty percent, the quality of coal mines is also below the world average, the cost of North Sea oil is also higher than the Middle East and North Africa, on this level in Western Europe, Western Europe in natural resources and Eastern Europe can not be compared.

If I had to compare, it would probably be similar to comparing the natural resources of a large and prestigious country with a large country.

Inside an upscale apartment in Moscow, the capital of what the Cabinet Secretary described as a great enemy in life and death, a dignified female voice called out, “Alexeyev you can’t go.”

The voice, full of emotion, belonged to the most powerful woman in the Soviet Union, Foltseva, a member of the Central Presidium.

The boy being reprimanded by the Culture Tsar stood upright, his eyes were glazed, but unconsciously tilted to one side, a look that clearly fell on deaf ears.

Foltseva had been the Minister of Education, and well understood that her son was defiant, and took out the bottom of the barrel in the education business, and this time must disabuse her son of the idea, “I can get Semichasne, to terminate your application to leave the country.”

“Of course you can do that, mother, you have that right. But you must also remember that your power comes from the Party and the people, and should not be used in such a way.”

Alexeyev tensed his face, not so much in mockery of his mother’s failure of education, but truthfully, “I am communicating about this with a good attitude, and if I can’t be persuaded to use my power to prevent me from leaving the country, it may cause irreparable damage to our mother-son relationship, beyond repair.”

“How can you talk to mom like that.” Foltseva’s chest rose and fell as she forced herself to calm down, “Alexeyev, do you know what the situation is in Indonesia, it’s very dangerous there, you can’t go.”

“Of course I know all about it! I read the report you sent to the Central Presidium.” Alexeyev shrugged, “The imperialist pigs Nambi are planning a coup in Indonesia, and you and some of the Central Presidium members are suggesting a good response. What’s wrong with me applying to the Directorate General to work in Indonesia.”

“That would put your life in danger and I don’t agree.” Foltseva huffed her refusal, then softened her tone, “Son, mom is fifty-three years old, what would I do if something happened to you. If you want to be promoted faster, you can do it at home, and didn’t you capture Bennikovsky again.”

“Thanks to mother. But I have my reasons.” Alexeyev mused, slowing his tone and sitting down face to face in front of Foltseva, beginning this time with persuasion, “What kind of a world are we in? Dear mother.”

Without waiting for Foltseva to answer, Alexeyev continued, “In Cuba, as usual, people are harvesting sugarcane all year round and still go hungry. In Somalia, there is no harvest, and the hungry people are bored and kill each other. In Colombia, people harvest not only cocoa, the main cash crop, but also coffee, and yet they are equally hungry. The constant hunger has probably become the hallmark of their country, and, as they say nowadays: it has become their national culture. And what about the Soviet Union? Here, people were busy building barricades with steel, cement, and prefabricated panels next to a model of the White House, while drinking Port wine. The clamor went on for days, with a continuous tumbling of the phrase, Proletarians of the world unite ……”

“And the other side? Imperialism is making paper and then printing pennies on that paper. But this is irrelevant. The problem is that, for historical reasons and national motives, they are trying to revive with the help of these notes. The smart people there hope that the currency will bring about a new turnaround in the country.”

“Even though their pounds, dollars, are not more valuable than rubles. Instead, they are cheating other countries and making others starve in anticipation of a better tomorrow for capitalism. Many have never experienced such pain. And they stand on the sidelines watching with their brains full, Mother, should such a world last?”

Foltseva opened her mouth and finally shook her head, “I understand all the reasoning, but you are my child.”

“I believe that every child is a treasure in a mother’s heart.” Alexeyev gently replied to his mother’s love.

Foltseva still wanted to say something, the phone at home rang, Alexeyev’s eyes were quick to pick up the microphone first, and in front of the Culture Tsar he said on the microphone, “Comrade Chairman, of course there is no problem, my mother is very supportive of my decision, and teaches me that I must work hard.”

“That’s really the case, that’s as good as it gets.” Semichasne sounded as if he was relieved and admonished, “Alyosha, you hang on to the Foreign Ministry and go straight into the Jakarta Embassy so that should be no problem.”

“I’m at the disposal of the organization for everything.” Alexeyev said this and added, “Mother also supports my decision and expects to make something of it.”

Alexeyev then handed the microphone to Foltseva and waited for the Culture Tsar’s answer.

“I have no problem with that, and Alyosha has grown up.” Foltseva reluctantly expressed the same in the face of her son’s gaze.