Here is another controversial work from the mind of the ever-debated Arthur Nasred, talking this time about a meal he enjoyed and how corruption can seep into the very food you eat, even if those responsible for it are victims of the corruption themselves.
Ah! The land of landscape! Summit to this! Let me be Franc! And more.. The couple offer their lives back to the nation of kopi and laksa, and introduce a taste of Europe that only a savant can.
David Tennant on the phone, he calls to me! A portal? No, and I remain, with feet firm. The heat on my back reminds me. Glass doors close, and Europe lays before!
Red Table Covers, Metal Chairs. White Walls littered with art and plaques of accomplishment and recognition. Yet, who hangs them, but a metaphor of a shining light, two ambassadors of countries both known for their charm, and trickery.
Malaya, 1960s, a fresh coat of Dulux, a new name and passport to call their own. Sharp, twanging jealousy directed towards her wealthy younger brother, Singapore. In their quickly emptying pockets, gold? Tax! Sprinklings for the public, prosperity for those paid by them. Cards under the table, The Invisible Hand holding two Jacks and an Ace, claiming a pair of Threes.
The people know what they are. They cannot hide it anymore; the door is always spinning! Government name tags never come off, not even at the Bank. Arrogance fills the air and leaders are never safe from ‘donations’. Millions upon millions fill the pockets of those claiming to fix roads and bridges. ‘We better vote for the better of the bad’.
Hidden in the peaks and valleys of snow, stone, and forest, nowhere near the joyous secrets of Shangri-La (as much as Europe might like), the brimming Vaults lay quietly… Bars, bonds, and balance sheets, protected by our Basel-Based Brothers-in-Arms! We sit in awe as they remain between and on top of all conflicts. Psilocybin healing and expensive dining, Switzerland reigns supreme in observation.
The European cousin that our parents compare us to, difficult to see anyone at their level, except maybe Teacher’s Pet: Denmark! The Confederation has their share of alteration, but we turn a blind eye. Why does Svizra have such impenetrable armour that the likes of Venezuela could not dream of? The very same prosperity that Malaysia holds so dear!
O Helvetia! Geld wie Heu haben!
We ignore Hollywood no longer; these ‘meetings’ of celebrities and otherwise Blessed individuals continue. And She finally admits, that perhaps, some wrongdoing may have been facilitated. Rules have been implemented and are held to a high standard, and for the right price, ignored entirely.
What lessons may this teach us? Food is a simple satisfaction for all manner of people, with reputations deformed by the foul history of its creation. Or should we say fowl, for the French and their Orlotan! A country and their history should always be represented honestly, no matter how dark the Deeds and then recognised with Praise when leading the Charge of Change!
Yet, Leadership is a title that is befit for those who study from Uncle Ben Parker. Break the cycle! Please, break the cycle!
Persons of Malaysia and Suisse are invaluable, their food exquisite and cuisines extensive! However, evidently in account to Malaysia, their top brass remains the antithesis. It pains me that I was so lucky to enjoy such a beautiful meal knowing those struggling did nothing to deserve their reprehensible, Gold Grasping Government.
How ironic! That the few that could easily expense such a glorious evening, would prefer to remain ‘safe’ behind their No-Man’s-Land of Barbs and Wire to feast solum!
A country is their People, not their Premier nor the Price he accepts for their Pre-eminence.
Grazie, Claudia e Mike del La Suisse per avermi aperto gli occhi. Ritonerò!
