The Return (Istkalen-Spain Summit)
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(work in progress)
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The Head of State was waiting for the arrival of the Spanish President. He was always waiting, for something or other, nowadays. It was not that he was not busy; if anything, he was more busy than before. There was much to be done, much to be prepared in Istkalen; while he had found himself suddenly a step lower, he found himself still at the forefront.
There were no more intrigues, no more powder in the mail or secret assasins at the door; that of Malk had been the last. She had played her cards well, waited it all out, and she had found herself the most powerful person in Istkalen. His government had been good in terms of stabilizing the country, but neither he nor his cabinet had had much idea of where to take the country; half of them were new to politics, the other half were too afraid, not of him but rather of the J-TAI, of being perceived as something other than mere technocrats governing, trying to save, perhaps fruitlessly, a country going quickly down the drain. She and her cabinet, however - they had a clear vision, they had experience, they had the ability to deal with all the insanity.
In but a few days, all of the intrigues had died down. His mistake, he thought, was not trusting anyone; the intelligence of Malk, however, was that she did trust some, not all, some, enough to work with them to get rid of threats to her. She had, in short, an inner circle, with whom she had cultivated relationships with in the camps, before that in the many political circles and sets of the capital.
That was what came with being a politician, he thought, with having gradually entered rather than being suddenly thrust into it all.
It was not as though he were safe; far from it. He did not quite know what to think of Malk, even now, whether she was an idealist stuck in a past era, like Kerel who had been shocked by the death threats of the cabinet, enough to resign; or just as ruthless and as paranoid as Ikomar and he were. That was what he was waiting for, always waiting; waiting for them to come and knock down the door, to take him to the wall and shoot him, or something of that sort.
There could be no trust here. And yet Malk had given him authority to conduct all foreign engagements, to represent the country in all foreign matters; to veto legislation, sharing executive powers with her. Was it his blood again, the blood which had delivered him to his position and now, perhaps, had delivered him from death?
He took his mind off these things, idle speculation, and turned to what was before him.
They had antagonized for no reason, desparate for survival. What else could they have done, what else could he have done? They did not want to hand any excuses to the occupiers; it was their responsibility to liberate their country. Who knows, they would point to the straits, say, "there is no law, there is no law," again and again and again, "why do you care, you deserve it, it is your punishment," and whatever other nonsense, before taking people and land , saying, all the while, all of these things.
Might makes right; well, what was that? In Istkalen he did not want that to be true, it was something he wanted to rid the country of, something that Malk would probably complete; for Istkalen, it was nothing but misery that would allow for the constant torture of the country. There would be no "might makes right," if any of them had their way, they would not let it happen, would not let it continue. To them, it was only dignity, only humanity, only the law of both, which made right, nothing else; this they all, he, Malk, all of them, believed in, even as they betrayed them for their own survival time and time again.
And then there was Aguilar himself. He did not quite know what to expect, in a number of ways. What had Ikomar said? A reasonable man, one who listened and understood; but that was not the issue. He did not know exactly what would happen when meeting Aguilar, not necessarily because of what Aguilar would do but rather what he would. He would have to wait and see.
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Presidential Plane
9th December 2021The Spanish President was, once again, on his way to a new summit around Europe, as part of his diplomatic tour. After meeting with other leaders, it was time to travel to the country which was considered as the most dangerous and hostile of the European Union: Istkalen. Aguilar was aware of how much of a risk supposed travelling there, but he had enough trust on the Istkalenian Secret Services and his own personal security to protect his life. In fact, the good people of the Republic of Istkalen had nothing against his country or himself; he had not been the one who invaded them or the one that ordered a Joint Transitional Authority for that country, in fact he believed the Istkalenians needed a second chance to prove the rest of the World that they could govern theirselves.
Meeting the Republic's Head of State would be a one in a lifetime experience, so would be being the first European leader to travel there, to actually trust the people from that so-called hostile country. Istkalen was a country which was, sometimes, perceived as diffcult to understand, somewhat isolated from the rest of the European Union, living on their own reality and not caring about what happens beyond their borders. Others, they were seen as a potential thread for Europe, the country whose people could turn crazy and start killing thousands and thousands because some genocidial maniac who took power ordered them to do so. And one in a thousand times, Istkalen was seen as a country which offered more opportunities than defects it had, in an incredible geopolitical position which certainly Jesús felt attracted to and with a huge amount of minerals that made the Republic a very important actor on the Spanish balance of commerce. Not having good relationships with Istkalen could mean a lack of resources, and the Istkalenians were really aware of the impressive amount of power they have, according to Dastis.
The Presidential plane entered the country's airspace through Belarum, but close to the border with Reitzmag. The views from the heights were stunning. Aguilar, who had been doing paperwork related to summits and his legislative tasks, decided to stop and observe everything that was under him. Not only the views made him excited, but also the uncertainty about what he would find whenever he set foot on the country between Vayinaod and Reitzmag. A member of the crew warned the President that approach maneouvers were due to start, and the Spanish President got ready. 40 minutes later, the brand new Presidential plane touched down on the capital city's airport and headed to the assigned parking. The door was about to be opened, and Aguilar's new adventure, about to start.
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Rikkalek greeted Aguilar. "Welcome to our country, your Excellency," he said, feeling more than a little peculiar. Who was he, really, to be saying such things? He was merely an ordinary person, no more important than anyone else until but a few months ago. Perhaps that was why they had kept trying to get rid of him, he was an outsider, an interloper, someone who didn't, not really, deserve his position, who stumbled upon it and now, for whatever peculiar reason, self-preservation, whatever, fought for it.
And yet Malk, the leader of the would-be rulers of Istkalen, of a melange of conniving civil servants and politicians, had kept him alive. His blood, he had guessed; in the eyes of the Istkaleners there was still something almost holy about the imperial line; but he remembered, again, that he was not among normal Istkaleners; he was among the upper class, the ruling class, brutally rational and secular, who believed none of these things. It had merely been a musing, a short thought that he had had while waiting, but it was stupid, as such thoughts always were. More likely that they were trying to gain his confidence, as he and they had done with Ikomar, so that they could dispose of him as they did with him.
Or perhaps he was merely trying to comfort himself. The same went with his musings on Malk; of course they trusted her, they were all the same. They had all attended the same schools, they had even lived together, in the capital, that isolated place so far away from everything else, for years. She was their leader; she had tried, with them, to get rid of him.
As for idealism? None of them were idealists. It was stupid even to entertain the idea that they were. What had he been thinking but a few minutes ago? Had he been drugged? It was human nature, he guessed, to try to delude oneself in such a way, to think that the dangerous were in fact harmless, than one was, in the depths of evil and darkness and danger, safe; but here delusion was not good. Delusion was dangerous, the most dangerous thing.
To get rid of him would necessitate his death, he thought suddenly. There was no way to depart his position but in that way, to die; he was forever to be entrapped in this nightmare.
Why had they spared him? Or had they not, were they even now conspiring?
To constantly wonder about the unknowable did nothing. Only to struggle, to work, accomplished anything, even if it was forever against the rest of them, fruitless except in allowing him to live a tortured existence for but a little longer.
He smiled. "This way, please," he said, guiding Aguilar outside and into not a car - rare in Istkalen, and too dangerous (in such closed spaces one ended invariably next to aides or other such members of staff, untrustworthy and unscrupulous, and hidden from the public) - but rather a private car of a waiting tram, taking them into the capital.
He had to wait again, waiting, waiting, waiting - for Aguilar to speak, and for inevitable, merciful, or perhaps not, death.
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The Spanish President answered to Rikkalek: "Thank you very much, your Excellency, but you can call me Mr. Aguilar or just Jesús, it will be fine either way and I will not feel offended or something", he said, trying to relax his counterpart during this summit as well as giving less formality to the summit. Aguilar followed the Istkalenian Head of State through the long corridors, with silence reigning over them. There was no one around, and the many things the Spanish President could see were typical of a country that had gone through a war not so long ago, and which colonization remains to be and has been hard during the whole year.
Unstability, along many other things, reigned in Istkalen to Aguilar's eyes. He did not feel unsafe, or threatened by anybody he had seen so far, although he had not seen many people apart from the airport workers and Rikkalek, a mysterious man that seemed to fear something. The private tram car surprised Aguilar, but when they allot you on a tram car without any apparent reason, the only thing you can think of is 'security'. Once both were seated, face to face, inside the tram's car, the Spanish President opened his mouth:
"Well Mr. Rikkalek, I must say I am surprised to travel on a private tram car, I had never had the chance to do so. It is not disturbing, do not take me wrong, I love it, and I guess this is also for security reasons so that makes it even more lovely. I do, however, have a request for you, and I believe it is very important to do this. The reason of my visit to Istkalen today isn't just doing business with you, but also getting to help, as much as I can, this country. The war you have had to go through has been cruel, and the reports that have reached Spain were horrifying. I cannot imagine how much pain and suffering this country had to go through. If it is safe and we have time for that, I would like to visit the places that were attacked during the war, the ones you claim they were attacked. Do people still live there?", asked Aguilar, wishing to obtain more information during the journey.
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"Please, don't have fear, Mr. Aguilar," said Rikkalek. "This is perfectly normal, the government merely has a shortage of cars, and so it must adapt what it does have. On top of that we - it is bound to at least some frugality by
custom, it cannot purchase for its own use that which others don't have, only adapt."He paused. His opinions on the subject that Aguilar spoke of differed from the state line; what was he supposed to say? If he were to speak incorrectly, they, Malk and her followers; they would swallow him up. It was an inevitability, he thought, but one he wanted to delay as much as possible. But then again, who would know?
Then there was his last name. IIt forever marked him as descended from Relem, from Listrestesz, from those he hated. When he was younger he had hated them, hated himself, even more; he had wanted, whenever he heard that name, whenever he was addressed by that name, to tear his own heart out, to tear himself apart. He felt constantly dirty and filthy, he had felt almost cursed by it; he had wanted to die.
He now had found himself taking a bizarre pride in it. The man who might have been emperor a republican. Wasn't that a triumph of sorts, to escape one's heritage? HIs ancestors were rolling in their graves, and that had made him happy.
But he remembered again those few months where he had commanded near total power. Power had been intoxicating. The curse, to be made drunk by power, any power. Had they entrapped him in the end, had they gotten the last laugh?
Regardless, he spoke, trying to avoid answering the question that he felt was indirectly asked, whether the atrocities actually occurred. "Our country was indeed scarred deeply. I believe, if my files are correct, that you have already been told, by one of my predecessors, that some of the reports that have reached your country might be incorrect; this remains true. Our investigation have been...hampered as a result of the occupation. However, what you speak of, of the reported indiscriminate bombings - this was indeed true, and caused great human tragedy." He looked out the window, which he pried open. "There, to your left" - outside the window there was a faint black pile, bent rods sticking out of it at odd angles, standing on a plain dotted with snow and occasional ponds, each almost exactly circular - "there, there used to be a housing complex and a hospital. Both gone, now. And the ponds, those are the marks left by bombing. Their retaliation," he said. "Our leaders, crazed as they were, were responsible for beginning it, this tragedy, this I know, I understand; and yet their target was not them nor the military which followed them blindly but the people who resisted this insanity..."
Such morbid sights he continued to point out occasionally, until at last they came to a plain outside the capital, where abruptly the tram stopped.
"The line ends here," said the Head of State. "Follow me."
They exited the tram car, a small scattering of other passengers exiting from the other cars - "government officials," explained Rikkalek. No guards were present, which he didn't care to explain, thinking it normal.
On the plain was a pile, on which flowers and painted portraits were laid.
"We have no prophets or religious figures in our history," said Rikkalek, "only philosophers. Our foremost was Liris. She was executed for what she said, and buried here, with the convicts. That was a...monument to her, above her tomb. Destroyed by the firing, although I doubt, at the very least, that that was purposeful."
Before them was a great wall, worn by time, within in gaping gaps.
"It was perhaps 2000 years old," said Rikkalek, "and the Reitzmics fired upon it. Before then there were not these gaps, these holes. Their revenge, again."
They walked to what had once been a gate, still somehow intact; Rikkalek spoke to a guard, and they were allowed in.
Before them, more ruins. Buildings next to the wall were in ruins. While ancient, not as ancient as the wall but still quite old, Rikkalek said that they were unimportant.
It took some walking, sometimes through crowds, to get to the former imperial palace, where the functionings of government were housed. Through the main entrance, where they were checked again, through dark passageways, and finally through a door into a small room, furnished sparsely, where the two at.
"As I said," said Rikkalek, "the reports are, to an extent, exaggerated. But here there was little to damage, only government officials live here. They do not even have people to sell things, everything is brought and rationed to us, and regardless we are prohibited from having any holdings. In Kirelesile the destruction was worse. People still cannot live in some of the areas, they have not yet been repaired. Most of our industry was also there, on the outskirts; that was also quite badly damaged. Most had fled the cities in fear of bombing some days before, but the sick, the elderly - they suffered tremendously, there. You said that you wanted to see the destruction; but it is quite some distance. I could of course arrange for us to travel there, but I am worried that we would occupy you for too long..."
He paused for a while. "Regardless, let me not occupy too much of your time. Before we get to business, here -" Rikkalek got up and brought a package - "is a copy of LIris - the philosopher I spoke about earlier -'s collected writings, translated into Spanish. She writes quite a bit about how a country is to be managed, about the ideal ruler - perhaps it will be helpful for you? A return, of sorts, for the book I understand you gave one of my predecessors some time ago. Anyways, firstly, how are politics in Spain, in a very general sense? Navigating politics here is...more than a nightmare, right now, at least for me, hopefully things are smoother there. There's also an odd question I've been asking to maybe too many people, very odd. I have, um, an acquaintance, her name is Dorothea, who behaves very...queerly, it's difficult to describe. The odd thing is that everyone I know who knows people of the same name - never the same Dorothea, I and probably they would know - seem to have had the same experience. A coincidence, probably, but it is quite...queer in itself. I'm just wondering, really, whether this has been your experience, if you know, of course, anyone with such a name or maybe a similar name....I've heard that one of Simon Bridges's aides has such a name, perhaps she was there at one of your summits with him - you have summitted together, I assume? I imagine she does behave oddly, even if you haven't met her, Reitzmics are like that...And of course, after that, let's discuss a possible agreement. What does your country hold an interest in in our country?"
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Aguilar observed the landscape, the ruins and the damage the bombings had caused; horrified and shocked, not that he seemed to be to anybody eyes, but mentally he was shocked to see that and how nobody had dared to speak up about this; but the Spanish President solution to that question did not take a long time to appear: nobody spoke about it because nobody had seen it, nobody dared to visit Istkalen, thinking it was too dangerous and that their life would likely be put into risk, what his wife and his eldest child thought as well. However, those were just prejudices, fakes extracted from the tales and the reports that had reached the Kingdom of Spain and the many other places around the European Union.
The President felt the need to speak, but he was sometimes speechless, and today was one of thise days. As best as he could, he managed to speak to his Istkalenian counterpart about what both of them were able to see: "It is cruel, to say the least, to see what the Reitzmics did when they started their retaliation. As you said, your leaders were crazy and responsible for beginning this tragedy, but one thing is attacking them and a very different one is attacking innocent people on purpose like they did here, Mr. Rikkalek." Both reached the end of the line and made their way to the former imperal palace, with Jesús looking closely and listening to all that his counterpart had to say. When both got to the monument to Liris, Aguilar listened and kept silence. He was impressed to see the violent war ha not only endevanish public services in Istklane, it had also vanished part of their monuments, their culture. When Rikkalek finished, Jesús Aguilar looked around a saw an old man, around 75 years old, selling flowers. "Give me a minute, Mr. Rikkalek, I'll be back in a second", said the Spanish President, who approached the seller and bought two red roses. He went back to where Rikkalek was, and gave him a rose: "I thought it would be a good idea to leave a flower in memoriam of Liris, as well as of those who lost their lives during the conflict."
Together, the two main characters of the summit left the roses and then headed to the imperial palace, going through the described places, until getting to stop about Kirelesile. Jesús listened carefully to the explanations his counterpart had to give, and then answered: "You have my permission to arrange it when we get to the former imperial palace, Mr. Rikkalek; it does not matter the time we spend there. I have plenty of time for you and the people of Istkalen, nothing will be wrong if we spend mor star td to trust Rikkalek more and more as the visit advanced. Both got to the designated summit place; and Aguilar thanked his counterpart for the gift.
"Politics in Spain are calm now that we have some stability. We will be having a regional election in Castille and Leon in three weeks, as the relationship between my party and Ciudadanos are not going through the best moment. The thing is that, for every regional government that we break up for their possible backstabbing to us, the Government coalition shakes. But our cabinet is formed by just my party and it is quite stable, so is the social atmosphere with territories such as El Rif or Catalonia, the most conflictive ones as you might know; and the rest is doing fine, it's a well-working machine and I fell very lucky to be in charge of it. About Mrs. Dorothea, I cannot remember if she was there, but the name is not familiar to me, so I am sorry to dissapoint you on this matter. And now, on to the business: Spain is very much interested on the supply of rare earth metals, as well as making several investments into Istkalen and discussing some other topics that I will reveal as long as we go through the summit. I want to make you aware, Mr. Rikkalek, that the position your country holds is a very priviledged one, not just for the resources it hides, but also for its geographical position on the globe".
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Rikkalek was slightly disappointed that Aguilar had never met the so-called Dorothea, aide of Bridges, although he was slightly cheered up by the fact that Aguilar hadn't mentioned whether he had met anyone in general named Dorothea or Dorothy or Dorotea.
"That is good, that your country is calm and stable," said Rikkalek. "You're clearly a good helmsman of state. Regarding Ms. Dorothea, Bridges's aide, please, don't be disappointed, it was merely a frivolous question, I am really the one who should be apologizing for the distraction. Although I really do hope you meet her one day, I've heard all kinds of stories about her...queer activities."
His expression became more serious as he continued to speak. "In regards to supply of rare earth metals, please keep in mind that the Republic intends to engage in an agreement with other rare earth metal producers which may affect supply. The agreement may bar us from exporting to Spain, for example, or may limit us to a certain percentage, in order to prevent competition and allow for mutual benefit and cooperation. We also intend to make agreements involving the trade of tungsten with other tungsten producing countries, although this will occur sometime further in the future. However, in regards to uranium and cobalt supply, we are completely open to an agreement. As for investment; well, that is always good, but I think it is necessary for me, or really the Republic, to know more about the conditions of such investment - interest rates, for example, There are also some other countries which make so-called investment but in reality this investment goes to benefit them; in Nofoaga, for example, the United Duchies gave aid and then required that the aid be spent on their companies, which is not something that would be particularly appealing to anyone in this country. In regards to our geographical position - I believe I know what you are referring to, my curiosity is piqued, but I would like to hear from you before saying anything."
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Aguilar took some notes about the comments and remarks his counterpart, Rikkalek, said. He knew about the Rare Earth Metals alliance, but trying was always allowed, wasn't it? The Spanish President spoke, once again:
"With all due respect, Mr. Rikkalek, I do believe this kind of alliances limit member states foreign policy and are not the best way to move forward; I am not saying that you should leave those projects apart or not join them, but rather review if it would be benefitial for your country to be conditioned by other countries with the same resources and what you can and cannot do with it. The European Union was never intended, to my point of view, to be like that, and I guess that one of our recent members is starting to desvirtuate these principles. Again, this is just my opinion, but I guess you have already considered all of this things I have said.
Concerning Uranium and Cobalt, we are interested on an agreement. Along with the enterprises that could start investing in Istkalen soon, I do believe the best way to proceed is a free trade deal, which would ease the arrival of Spanish capital into Istkalen as well as the business of metals between us. On Economical aid, I am proposing an aid worth 1.2 billion EMUs, to be paid in 20 years at an interest up to 1,9% per annum, with the first payment taking place in January 2024. I believe two years might be enough for your Government and the Republic of Istkalen to get ready to pay the money back. 1 billion would be used as the Government wishes while the two hundred millions left must be used to help the people of Istkalen and recover their basic services, such as health; as well as to provide potable water and food to those in the need. The fundings use will be supervised by Cooperación Española, which is in charge of supervising this loans as well as the Spanish foreign aid.
And about your geographical position, I believe we both are thinking the same. I would like to offer you, Mr. Rikkalek, the establishment of a air-army military base here, in Istkalen. We believe the country has a very important geopolitical position, which is attractive as well. I do not know if there are more countries interested on having a base here, if there were we would also be happy to share the base with them as long as they are part of the same alliance we are members of. Is there any information I should know about that refers to establishing a base here?"
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"The Republic has already considered these things, in regards to the alliance," said Rikkalek. "It has decided that it is simply a better choice in every way for this country rather than to remain outside."
"With regards to free trade, there is not very much support for it in the country. It would severely damage domestic manufacturing. It is definitely possible to do so in the electronics sector, although we are considering attempting a separate agreement with others. I might also be able to liberalize the lumber export markets in this direction, although that might be hard, and regardless I don't think you're interested in that - perhaps you already have an agreement with someone else, perhaps you're planning to make one with someone else, or perhaps you and your government have no desire for...lumber."
"In regards to the proposed aid, we are fearful of becoming overly indebted. We would thus like the loan to be limited solely to 200 million EMUs, with interest at most at 1.5% and repaid only over five years, with repayment beginning still in January 2024."
"Finally, on the military bases - we may agree to this, but we must first wait for the end of the occupation, which will occur, hopefully, on 1 January 2022, although we have been promised such things before and then denied these promises. Finally, again, we might might look to others for such bases in the future, and while cooperation might be possible, we do not want to risk catching the ire of the Reitzmics. We are more than a little scared of them."
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"Well, lumber is sometimes attractive and it is growing in its use, so we can include it and see how the whole business goes. We are very much interested on applying free trade on the electronics sector, and I look forward to hearing what you have got to offer to reach a deal concerning Cobalt and Uranium. I do believe the conditions of this Treaty will be a very fair ones that we will have no problem to accept, but I would love to hear them first before so we can discuss them properly.
Concerning the proposed aid, as it is a smaller amount of money, we accept your proposal, Mr. Rikkalek. The payment will be done on March 1st, 2022, and you will receive the 200 million in a single payment. Also, as we have significantly reduced the amount of money, I would like to inform you that you are allowed to use the money as you wish, but I encourage you to use it properly and spending it on things that the people of Istkalen really needs. I trust you will, though.
Now, onto the bases, we are obviously planning to announce and establish the base after independence by the Reitzmics has been granted. At first, we would like to use the base we are granted mostly as a training base with logistical attachments, and rotations of personel for this reason, to begin with. Apart from this, we would be up to singing a document in which we guarantee the no-establishment of nuclear weapons in the base. I do know the Reitzmics might be seen by you and your Government as scary, but as someone who has dealt with them a year ago, if you know how to treat them, you will be successful.", said Aguilar.
The Spanish President meanwhile ordered one of the Spanish delegation members to start writing up the loan conditions, as that seemed to be going ahead. He wanted to save time, not only for Rikkalek not to get bored, but also for that pending visit to Kirelesile he wanted to do before departing. Nonetheless, the President did not want to seem as impatient, so just gave the situation a normal look. He had been trained for that in the University after all.
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“We will agree to free trade in the electronics sector, as well as lower controls on the export of cobalt and uranium to Spain. I think it might be better to discuss the question of lumber later.”
“In regards to the military base -we will contact your government later on this subject, particularly because we are still of the belief that, even now, the Reitzmics will never end the occupation.”
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Aguilar smiled and extended his hand, shaking it with Rikkalek's, then spoke:
"Well Mr. Rikkalek, we have a deal. As I do not want to complicate the situation further and would like to have a single document instead of two published, I hope you don't mind waiting for the agreements ratification until the occupation ends, around January 2022, with all the proceeding, I estimate 2022 will be agood month. I would also like to ask you for a favour: to suppky Spain with tungsten when that alliance you have mentioned is formed, if it is not a huge inconvenient for you."
Both signed a pre-agreement, in which all the discussed terms were compiled and the agreed compromises during the summit were written. The Spanish President then gave his to one of his delegation's members and added: "It has been a pleasure to do business with you. Would it be a problem to visit Kirelesile now, or should that wait for the following visit?"
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"Thank you. We will try in our negotiations," said Rikkalek.
"As for Kirelesile, it is whatever is most convenient for you, we are fine with either."
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Both leaders, after finishing to discuss the deal, left the Palace and headed to Kirelesile. There, Aguilar could appreciate the destruction, the damage that the war between the Istkalenians and the Reitzmics had caused to the area. Once again, the Spanish President listened to what Rikkalek had to say or comment on what both had in front of them; he was shocked by what he was seeing.
Then, both returned to the airport, where they shook hands once again and said goodbye to each other. Jesús then entered his Presidential Plane, which 15 minutes later took off, leaving the eastern European country behind. The summit had not been as dangerous, or mysteryous as someone would have expected, and the Spanish President had came up with a conclusion: "never judge something without getting to know it firstly". He was wrong with Istkalen, but in the end, they were people like him or anybody else. In a call with his wife, she asked about his conclusions, and he summed them up briefly, but clearly at the same time: "never judge a book by its cover".
The Presidential Plane then left the Istkalenian air space, and the summit was over.
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