Christophe slammed the door when he left the room. He should have said that History’s purpose was to avoid repeating the same mistakes, no to find a justification for them. But what good would that do, in a country without history? Here, only the future was at stake. They had to make up for the time lost, so the capital city could rise to prominence. It was an obsession, a boundless ambition that justified every means. They called it a “vision”. Were they willing to sacrifice everything in its name? The environment, the future of their children, their dignity and the legacy of yesteryear?
That first incident gave him a taste of the Cornelian choices and compromises he would have to make. The freedom of enterprise, the freedom to create… But at what cost?
The cost was that of modern slave
