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RE: Commission XX Elections, Aug. 2015
All polling places in the United States have closed at this time. The votes have been tallied and will be released tomorrow morning at 8:00 A.M. to the press and general public. For the purposes of record keeping however, the Office of the Councillor of the United States to the European Union hereby transmits the following results to the European Commission Elections Committee. The top five candidates are as follows:
- Angela OPPENHEIM (Almaniania, Ind.)
- Eilidh WHITEFORD (Icholasen, Ind.)
- Juliet COUILLARD (Miraco, S&D)
- Suzannah BEECH (Framptonia, S&D)
- Geoffrey ASQUITH-ROBINSON (Davishire, Ind.)
Gold In Our Eyes
[b]Date: August 18, 2015 Time: 9:30 a.m. Location: Tobask Estate, Rockway Mountains, Western United States
[/b][u]Alwin Garnett: Secretary of Foreign Affairs
[/u]"We can now confirm that rumors that have been flowing around Congress and the Foreign Affairs Department are indeed true: Alwin Garnett, the current Secretary of Foreign Affairs, will meet with Foreign Minister Lena Carver of Icholasen to elevate discussions on future cooperation between the two nations in terms of economic and commercial strengthening between the two nations and even a potential for cultural ties in some manner. More details are currently unavailable at this time as the Foreign Affairs Department has opted not to share more specific points on what may ensue from the negotiations. However some opponents, including Democratic Senator Albert Greenwich of North Adrena, are decrying the move by the White House as "gratuitous and pushes away attention from handling ongoing riots by the #YouthVoice movements." Here to join us to discuss the negotiations and the #YouthVoice protests is Senator Greenwich. Senator, thanks so much-"
I turn off the television and rub my forehead as my assistant Athena Williams spins around in her chair to give me a cross look. I throw my hands up in aggravation as she exclaims "What!? I need to hear about this! This is something that explicitly affects me for crying out loud!"
"I know Alma damn it," I mutter. "Ms. Williams, do you actually believe the Senator's comments? Because frankly I think they're completely out of proportion." She shakes her head and I lean forward in my chair at the table, narrowing my eyes to express my irritation before continuing on. "So why then, if you do not believe these comments, do you even want to listen to them?"
"Because as your assistant and as a child of Generation X- as your generation has taken to calling us- I believe that it is important to remain politically active and aware of what our representatives are saying. Midterms are coming up and frankly the comments being made by people in Congress about young voters are borderline unacceptable."
"It's accurate," I declare.
"It's patronizing," She fires back.
"No offense, but until your generation has the experience-"
"Yeah let me just stop you right there [i]sir[/i]," She interrupts dryly, a wild look of anger in her eyes. "We are more than capable of handling the nation. We've watched you all handle things and that's well and dandy, but the new problems this nation faces your generation is not ready to equip. We have cyber attacks, social issues, environmental issues, economic slowdowns, and a new era of terrorist and espionage activity. We know how to solve these issues. Why can't you just damn well listen to us once in a while? Why do your ideas get to be the only ones because you're the older generation?" I stop for a moment and think about this carefully. What she's saying isn't exactly wrong, but the youth of our country have not yet seen some of the dangers of this world. They have not understood what it means to "fight for our country" nor do they understand the complications of certain actions they want to undertake. Raising minimum wage for young Almanianians, restructuring healthcare, and changing the rules on granting subsidies without discriminating based on age are just a few of the points that have become rather desired but take more work than the youth of our nation understand.
But at the same time is it wrong for us to bypass their views and ideas because they're young? Shouldn't we give everyone a fair shake, give every feasible idea more than a glance? We answer to ALL constituents after all, and these young people can and should vote. And the way things are going...
"Sir." I blink and shake my head to return to reality. I hear a sigh from Ms. Williams and she says, "I'm trying to tell you Minister Carver is arriving in five minutes."
"Oh," I respond. "Sorry. I'm just thinking about your comments." An uncomfortable silence resumes for a moment as she motions for me to continue, leaving me wondering what I should really say. Finally, I find the words and sigh before speaking again. "Sometimes I feel that your generation needs more time to understand some of the intricacies. Let me finish." I raise a hand to stop her from interrupting again and she obliges with a rather upset look. "I sometimes feel that way. But then I remember that we older fogies in our 50s and 60s need more time to understand the issues that will surely be the forefront of national policy making a decade down the line. That's when I realize the facts. We don't have the time to understand those issues. We have the time to understand the issues facing us today. Some of the ones of tomorrow we can understand well, just like how your generation understands some of the issues we feel are more pressing.
"I believe that progress means blurring the line between old and new. All aspects of our society and all our people must assist in this transition towards the future. You and your fellow young adults may have a lot to learn about policy making Ms. Williams, but that's not new. When I was your age it was the same. Trial by fire... the only difference is your generation has the foresight to make yourselves heard now before we truly fuck things up for you all." As I finish my remarks, I smile at Ms. William's rather shocked expression. I know she didn't expect someone in their early 60s to come out in support of this #YouthVoice movement, but the facts are the facts.
She smirks. Uh oh.
"Something tells me this is all to never leave this office until after you resign," She says with that mischievous smirk. I smirk in exchange and lean back in the chair.
"Mmm. Let's keep this and my support for GenEx our little secret for now and see how things play out. Who knows? A week from now you may hear me speaking on the matter publicly." She nods and I stand up, stretching my back and adjusting my hair a bit. "Now then, shall we go meet our counterparts and give them a nice welcome?"
RE: Discussion: EuroCard Transit Payment Integration
The United States is intrigued by the concept of integrating transit payments throughout the European Union under a single system. However, there are some concerns that the system may not be entirely compatible with our current establishment for transit payment.
Under the current system, the United States has a single payment design for passenger transportation via national railways, with the use of a NatRail Card (National Railways), which is similar to the EuroCard being discussed here. In addition, most cities in the United States have their own independent transit authority with their own payment cards and fares.
The concern we have for this proposed system is in regards to billing and personal information. Our government is concerned that the information taken for the use of the EuroCard will be stored in the hands of a foreign government or worse yet, a private enterprise. Our people can not under any circumstances abide by any storing of personal information for our own national railways in the hands of any foreign institution, even the European Union.
The United States of Almaniania would like to propose that if this proposal is to be introduced to the European Union, that it be open for nations to transition to, but not mandatory for all nations in the European Union to abide by.
Caroline Johnson Councilor for the United States of Almaniania
RE: The Alma Mater or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Heathens
Date: July 23, 2015 Time: 12:31 PM Location: Outskirts of Yuma, 3 km from the Sekai Summer Home
"Okay. Yes that's perfect. Thank you very much. We'll see you tomorrow then!" I hang up and flash a grin at the others. Eva gives me a simple nod and motions for me to continue speaking. I oblige, saying, "I've arranged an appointment with the Bishop and the Alma Mater. Tomorrow, 10 am sharp, we have to be at Birkenau."
"It's just you two they're expecting, right?" Julia asks with a raised eyebrow. "Because no offense, I'm not very big on the whole religion thing like you are." I roll my eyes and she throws her hands up, exclaiming "What!? You know I'm right!"
"I do, but it's Birkenau. You don't have to come if you don't want to but you know it is a matter of respect for-"
"I know," She says, halfheartedly cutting me off, "But it's, I just..." She trails off and looks at me with a glum expression. I can understand her desire to avoid that place. It isn't really something you visit when you want to have a happy summer vacation after all. It would be appropriate for her to join me on this venture, but I can understand her desire to avoid the place altogether.
"I get it. You don't have to come if you don't want to. What about you guys?" I give a look at our other two companions and wait for a moment as they go off into their own thoughts.
"Er, I'm good," Alyssa responds first. "Sorry Eva, but I think I'm gonna sit this one out. I went to Birkenau on my last visit after all." Eva nods in agreement and sighs. Given what she's told me about Alyssa, I'm not really surprised. According to Eva, she's not interested in religious matters. However, she's great for emotional support and that's really the primary reason why they're still friends. Besties even.
They apparently met during a cross country exchange trip. See, Alyssa is Ikariun; the hazel eyes and black hair give that away obviously. She lived out in the West, the homeland of the Ikariun people and an integral part of the United States. Not only is it good for tourism and culture, but it also houses much of the nation's mining industry. It makes sense; these are a hardworking people and very oriented around a rigorous schedule while at work. Off the clock though, the Ikariun people are notorious for being very... festive for whatever excuse they could find. Spring break, summer break, Almadia (much like Christmas but for Almanists), football matches, or just because, there's always an excuse to party. They're far more friendly with foreigners and won't shy away from having a shot or two. Or fifteen.
Eva on the other hand is Almanian and lives in the East. Almanians, most of them out in the East are work oriented much like their Ikariun counterparts. Unlike the Ikariuns however, Almanians don't really get as festive as Ikariuns. They prefer to have fun in a more organized fashion; sure they'll get drunk once in a while but it's not some massive party. It's a play on Icarus Avenue or maybe watching a movie at home with family, but you don't see them out in the street partying until the crack of dawn. Not in the East. And admittedly, they aren't certainly the friendliest bunch right off the bat; it takes a bit of time before they warm up to you after all.
Almanians like to travel though. And that traveling is what led to their friendship. They've known each other for a very long time due to that exchange. For some reason they hit it off rather perfectly; Eva likes to think it's because Alyssa challenges her faith and vice versa. I think it's because the two of them love to swing swords around like lunatics, just like me.
"I get it. Just don't get the house messy like back home. Especially my room."
"Hey! It was an accident!" Alyssa retorts, clearly irritated. "You know I didn't mean for that to get all over your sheets! And would you stop laughing!?" I can't help but smirk as Eva bursts into laugher at the wording of that sentence. Had Eva not told me about this story on the train, I would have taken it in the same context that Gabe is taking it now.
"Anyways..." Gabe mumbles before looking at me, "I think I'm gonna sit this one out as well. I have a trip there scheduled for the campaign. Home town and all." I nod and lean back, watching as Alyssa and Eva go back and forth with their rather amusing and out of context conversation while Gabe becomes further uncomfortable with the supposed double entendres.
Gabe Marisk. He's my best friend, and one of the youngest representatives ever elected to the House of Representatives. One of the eight elected to the House from GenEx, he's made himself a pretty large spotlight with his ongoing battle with the "establishment" as he likes to call it. Being only 23, his age has been a common target for his opponents during consistent debates. Unlike his fellow party members, whose ages are easily in the early to mid 20s (one of them is actually only 19!), he has yet to fire back at these age-centric attacks by much of the House and even certain lobbyists.
I do actually feel bad for GenEx. They're a party founded by people from ages 16 up to about 30 with the intent of pushing for comprehensive education reform, income tax and minimum wage reforms, and heightening political awareness for our generation. They've been largely ridiculed by the other political parties and older generations over their age group; just last night Richard Dawson, the candidate from the Libertarian Party mocked Representative Thorpe of GenEx over the economic benefits of state-funded higher education she presented during their midterm debate by spouting something about her age and about the school she graduated from (it was a notorious party school).
Like I said, I feel bad for them... but what can I do? GenEx has sometimes been very belligerent in response and unfortunately the political realm doesn't appreciate "shows of whiny spoiled brats who have to hold up the political process" according to Mr. Dawson. Additionally, I'm the President's son. Joining a political party that isn't your family's own, let alone holding any position in government is taboo if you're already related to the damn President. And yes, they've tried. They've tried to get me to run for the House as a GenEx candidate for the District of Galtaia. I suspect Gabe'll try again. I love the dude to death, but he needs to give that a damn rest-
"Hey Al. I think we're here." Julia's words snap me out of my thoughts. I peer out the window and oh my Alma I don't even have words to describe such a magnificent view. The clash of futurist architecture with natural beauty, the sleek and orderly design contrasting with the chaotic wildlife, and just that view of the sea. It's something else. It's something out of fiction come to life, and this is the place where me and my friends are staying for the next week.
Now if only this trip was just for pleasure and not partially business, this would all be perfect.
"THIS is where she goes on holiday!?" Eva exclaims in shock, staring straight at me. Murmurs of agreement and awe follow as the rest of the group lays all eyes on me. I gulp and smile sheepishly.
"Um... this is actually my first time here as well. So-" I cut myself off suddenly as the minibus swings open and a familiar face leaps straight onto the bus. I'm about to give her a big grin, but stop myself as the look in her eyes tell me that now is absolutely not the time to do such a thing. Slowly I stand up and back towards the rear of the bus, my hand resting on the hilt of my blade out of self defense.
"Not again not again not again not again..." I begin mumbling, looks of confusion trained on me. All except one of course. A look of fury. A look of utter hatred and contempt. I think I know why.
"Castillon. Get your ass off this fucking bus and get inside right now. And if you pull out that blade, so help me Alma you will die, blood splattered everywhere AND FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY-"
"Meister, is that appropriate behavior for our guests?" At once both her and I turn white as a sheet and I understand that it was not the reason I thought it was. See, I thought she was mad that a certain someone was here with me. Instead, it seems a certain someone is here with her that has put her in such an awful mood.
"I must agree with Good Minamo. The Lord does say that one should be respectful of others, even those who have sinned."
Now I completely understand. And as the two of them climb onto this damn bus, I can see the horrified look on Eva's face. Shock and awe Julia's eyes, bitterness in Gabe's, and curiosity and humor in Alyssa's. All of them get why she's so furious with me, and all of them are slightly amused at how screwed I am. Well, except for Eva; she's in the same boat as I am.
She looks at me slowly. Anger is filling her eyes again; even the great Mirai Sekai can't believe the two of them are at her summer home. Frankly, I can't either but here we are I suppose and here they are.
"So my pupil who will be paying dearly for the next seven days. Can you explain why Alma Mater Minamo of the Temple of Alma and Bishop Paulo of the Catholic Church showed up at my doorstep? Or..." She trails off and finally notices what I expected her to notice for a while now. Eva looks up at her and then straight back down. Mirai is as white as a sheet again. Eva's mortified, and I don't understand why-
"Hey... Sensei. Been a while, huh?"
Oh. Now I get it.
RE: Commission XX Nominations
[img]http://images.wookmark.com/107331_blondes-women-blue-eyes-models-lips-sweater-berit-birkeland-2560x1600-wallpaper_wallpaperswa.com_63.jpg[/img] Candidate Name: Angela Oppenheim Home Nation: United States of Almaniania Incumbent? (Y/N): No Political Party Affiliation: Independent
Angela Oppenheim, age 30 and the youngest of four, was born in the City of Kotuva in the Western United States and lived in Farfield just outside of the city. As the youngest child, she was not expected to inherit much of the Oppenheim Estate, which includes the vast Oppenheim Corporation. As a result, her education took much of a back wheel; compared to her siblings learning about the corporate world up close and personal from their parents' shoulders, she was sent to live at the Galt Institute of Learning in Kotuva for her education.
During Oppenheim's time at the boarding school, she took an interest in economics in the hopes that she could at least gain the attention of her parents. At about age 12, giving up on her attempts to gain her parents' affections, she instead decided to focus on the Internet and computers, both of which riddled her young mind with wonder and fascination. As the Great Internet Bubble burst at the turn of the millennium and some of the big name retail stores scaled back the use of an online catalogue, Oppenheim realized that economics can and should be combined with the Internet to promote further growth and commercialism. In 2003, after pleading with her parents for a loan to fund a project, she dropped out of Galt University to found Spiceroad.com, an electronic commerce site dedicated to the sale and deliverance of goods of all kinds on one easily accessible site and named after the Spice Road that ran through the United States in ancient history. Thanks to her aggressive negotiation skills, unorthodox corporate structuring, and key timing, Spiceroad.com has become one of the leading sites for electronic retail and cloud storage within a decade. In 2013, Oppenheim resigned from her position of CEO of Spiceroad Corporation due to her appointment by Viola Castillon as the Secretary of Economics for the United States of Almaniania. Under her leadership, the Department of Economics assisted in the creation of new regulations and rules for growing industries to ensure they are not abused or monopolized, and worked to improve Internet connectivity on a national level. In addition, she is credited as "The Western Saint", with her focus on economic development and diversification of the Western United States in a number of different industries.
Ms. Oppenheim is currently seeking to be appointed to the Commission in the hopes that she can expand her work to improve economic development, infrastructure, and commerce on a regional scale. She is in favor of improving the infrastructure of less developed nations for the purposes of improved global commerce, which she states will allow "all nations big and small" to benefit greatly. She also is an ardent supporter in improved Internet capacity, arguing that it should be not only a public good, but a "accessible to all who wish to participate in our Union's future." Historically, she has been noted as a sponsor and featured speaker for the National Development Conference that takes place in Galt City every year in June. With a PhD in Economics and a Masters in Political Science Ms. Oppenheim is praised as one of the leading figures in New Age economics in the U.S. and, especially in the Western United States, is credited as the one who pioneered the techniques that have led the U.S. into one of the Union's economic powerhouses.
The Alma Mater or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Heathens
Date: July 23, 2015 Time: 9:48 AM Location: Aboard the Persian Gulf Express Line, Cabin 8E
"Forgive me Lord, for I have committed a grave sin. I have broken my covenant and laid with another before the exchanging of my vows with my eternal partner, whoever they may be.
"Seriously God, if you can hear me I'm absolutely sorry and you know I wouldn't do this. Like, seriously wouldn't. But I couldn't just let him sleep on the floor like that and I really didn't want to and the bed was so comfortable! And it's not like we did anything dirty. Just, awkward. Uncomfortably. Because I was an idiot and booked the wrong damn room. It's not his fault I screwed up the cabin. It's my fault. I should have bought the tickets earlier! Please don't make him pay for my bad choices God, he's innocent I swear! Even if he did tell me a bit late, I could have gotten us two rooms or something, but I waited until the last second.
"So yeah. Don't make him burn in Hell. It's my fault we laid together-"
"Eva. What the fuck." I open my eyes and look up at said fellow blasphemer. Shit. This just got a Hell of a lot more awkward than before. We look away from each other as I stand up from my praying position and sit in the nearby chair. I eventually turn my eyes back to him, taking note of the blush forming across his face.
"I, uh, thought you were asleep Al," I tell him.
"Er, no," He answers lamely. "I was woken by my friend. But I didn't want to wake you up, so I was trying to fall back asleep. So, yeah." That's actually really considerate of him. Even though it led to this awkward moment, but whatever. I notice his phone light up and buzz and his eyes dart immediately to the brightened screen. I catch a quick glance of the message before he lifts it up to his face.
"They wanna meet us for breakfast?" I ask him. He nods and looks at me, clearly waiting for an answer. I think for a moment before shaking my head, saying, "Nah. We were gonna eat at the house, right?"
"Mhm. Unless you're hungry now?"
"Not real-" I hear my stomach growl lowly. Convenient timing for such a thing; if I didn't know any better I would almost think that God was trying to create some sort of stupid comedy situation like in one of those anime shows we were watching a few days ago. And the day after that when I stayed at his place before we were set to get on the train. And the last two nights in this cabin before bed.
"Maybe a little," I say to correct myself. "But, I kinda..." I trail off and stare at the laptop. Out of the corner of my eye I watch as he tries to comprehend what I'm getting at for a moment, before starting to give me a look of amusement. I throw my hands up and exclaim, "What!? It's fucking hilarious to watch! And save the whole 'but you said it was blasphemous' crap, I know that!" He closes his mouth and thinks for a moment before opening it again.
"I was actually going to comment on how you just dropped an F-bomb." I slam my mouth shut instantly as that registers in my mind. He's actually right about that. I've never really cursed like that before, at least out loud. I slowly turn my head towards the window as I begin to think about this new symptom in my toughest challenge to date, my ultimate test to my devotion to God and the ways of the Church. The more I think about this though, the more my head just hurts and my heart aches. I've already recognized my problem, and I suspect Alvino has as well.
I've been corrupted by this land and its culture. Its internationalist standpoint, the way it imports all walks of life and cultures for its sensory pleasure, the vicious intertwining between lust and need, and the bastardization of all that would be holy... it's all corrupting me ever so slowly. The Almanist faith is strong yes, but the Catholic faith was just as strong once upon a time. I remember the stories about how the two faiths would collide within these boundaries and religious turmoil would water the fields in tears of scarlet. I still remember the stories of my grandfather, how he remembers as a child watching the nation fall apart by a madman who wanted to scorch the land and burn away the heathen faith by all means. And I remember how he told me about how the Catholics almost paid for his sin. How the heathen faith almost engulfed them in anger, until Alvino Castillon- not the one beside me, but his grandfather- called for reconciliation and forgiveness as the Alma Mater, the head of the Temple of Alma. Despite the call being made by a heathen, even the Catholic Church heard his plea and reverberated the call. Hence, the return of peace and stability in the land as the people put aside their religious qualms and begun to heal the scars that were laid upon us all.
That time changed the course of this land, this nation and its strong people. Cultures have blended furiously in the past 7 decades. Different religions no longer meant different factions and now more than ever people are taking a far more agnostic stance to religion. Al here is one of those people. I of course am not, or I really wasn't. But I've been changed these past few weeks. Ever since I let him in, I've found myself questioning my beliefs and my solidarity with the Church's doctrine. Are the Almanist people such heathens for believing in something different? Does me not following the mantras and the proper way of life taught by the Church to the strictest letter equate to me damning God's world and existence? Can I be a Catholic and an Almanianian? Or must I be a Catholic first and foremost before even considering my nation-state, my land, my home?
If that's the case, do I even want to deem myself a follower of the Catholic faith anymore?
I shake my head of that sudden thought and blanch at the concept of renouncing my ties with the Church. That's far too radical. Surely God would never accept anything but absolute obedience to the Church... right? Or maybe, not? I break my gaze from the window and look at Al. His face shows concern, yet he remains still. I smile softly as I realize that he's waiting patiently for me to finish going through my thoughts. This is a heathen, according to the Church. We're not supposed to interact with them, so says the Bishop, or we'll be corrupted. I think after all this time, I can say for certain he's right. I've been corrupted. I've even considered renouncing my faith!
But is that so bad? Does it make me entitled if I want to take in the world, the new experiences being created every day, the cultures foreign to my own yet the main staple of my nation? Maybe I could still be a good Catholic but also be a good citizen of Almaniania and an active one at that. If that's not possible though... maybe I'd rather go to Hell then.
"Sorry. Just, thoughts." I tell him, finally returning to reality.
"Care to share?" He asks. I think about it for a few minutes before finally sharing some of my thoughts, including those on being an Almanianian before a Catholic. As I talk, he seems to listen with a sense of eagerness, but slowly seems to become startled at the choice of words as I go on. As I finish up, I notice a dissatisfied look on his face. Have I offended him somehow? I mean, I did call his religion one of heathens but he was looking rather distraught before I got to that point. He looks up at the ceiling for a moment before looking down at me, staring straight into my eyes. With the power behind that gaze, I almost thought he was staring into my soul.
"Listen to me. If there is only one certainty in this world it's that we will all die." I raise an eyebrow, startled by that odd choice of words. He snickers a bit and shakes his head, adding, "That sounds weird. My point is that we need to make our own stories and adventures. The man your Church follows, Jesus Christ? I think that's what he wanted the most. Giving yourself to God doesn't mean you have to give all of yourself. Why would we exist if God didn't want us to build our own stories and our own lives. As long as we remember to be good to each other as people, I truly think God or Alma would be perfectly okay with it."
"Yes, but the Church teaches us to adhere to strict rules and to ensure that we answer only to God and to the teachings of Christ and his disciples. If I'm being distracted by other things, then I'm not being a good Christian am I." He pauses at this line of reasoning and eventually sighs. I look away and continue my thoughts aloud, "Besides that, it's important for me to remember that certain actions may be deemed sinful-"
"By your Bishop. I got it." I look at him with surprise at his sudden response. His mood just grew a lot darker. He turns away from our window and the landscape zooming by to give me his full attention, his eyes filled with a rather heightened anger. I open my mouth to speak but he holds up a finger. I pause, and listen as he adds on to what he was saying. "The fact of the matter is simple. Alma is much like God, and I truly believe that both disciples of both deities desired an end to hatred among one another and for goodness and hospitality to triumph over selfishness and wickedness. The teachings of the Church and the Temple are suggestions to live by, not explicit law." I stare at Al for a long time, trying to bring myself to agree with him. However, something is just holding me back. The idea that the forces of the heathens are trying to tempt me with gluttony, avarice, and lust is holding me back from trusting him entirely. Slowly, I look down at the floor and sigh in despair.
"I'm sorry. It's hard for me to just give in and toss out what I've been taught all these years by the Bishop. I've been taught this way Al. I want to trust your words entirely but..." I look up at him and he nods with a reassuring, yet glum smile.
"I get it. It takes time, I know. It's not like-" He stops speaking and blinks, the wheels in his head obviously turning. Suddenly, he facepalms his head with both hands and groans loudly. "Duh! I knew that information would come in handy!" He looks up and before I can ask him what he's on about, he pulls a note out of his bag.
"You said you wouldn't listen to me, right? Because I'm not the proper religious authority." I nod slowly as he unfolds the note. Thrusting it in my face, he drops it into my hands and I start to read. As I read up about the upcoming meeting between the Bishop and the Alma Mater, I find myself curious as to what would be discussed at such a meeting. Certainly there's the topic of continued religious tolerance in the nation, but that doesn't really- oh my God. The meeting place. They're meeting in Birkenau, and that's only 20 minutes outside of Yuma, where we're staying.
"They're in Birkenau." I say breathlessly. Al slowly pulls the note down to meet me face to face, our eyes mere inches from each other. I start to feel a growing burn in my cheeks, but I don't immediately pull away and instead keep my eyes locked on that Cheshire grin of his.
"I think we have something we can go do in Yuma," He says with that sneaky grin of his. "Well Eva? How about we go crash a meeting between some religious heads and get this little matter sorted out, shall we?"