Some journalists, correspondents, and world leaders were kind of caught on the fringes of inside-out. Some world leaders were refusing to separate themselves from the fighting forces as old-school names for "boss", (I don't want to be a dictator), travel bans and checkpoints were rapidly changing the face of Europe. Soldiers were cold, civilians were cold, nobody was staying healthy, but the spirit of freedom was not destroyable for the centuries of various "repressions" had gotten a chink in its armor. Two drops of rye whiskey in a finger of coffee for everyone and joking, Come to my place for more.
"Not without Country," Oriana was on a sat phone with the Vatican. A documentarist was on another. "What is that half of the team doing there?" Apparently being shown where Hitler's body was taken at one point, she let everyone know.
A folded up to pocket-size wall world map was unfolded, the little breeze the motion created was impossibly colder. "Where you cannot go. And," a gloved hand motioned over shoulder, "They will tell you why as the day unfolds." Watches for everyone.
Ice crystals on an old pane of glass literally forming.
"The short. Government people in our country are not royalty, don't own castles. And. This thing we're in right now is fluxing. Waxing, if you will, quite a bit broader. Each nation has to," the sound of glass cracking on the shed, "like declare certain stuff. HOLD ON, HOLD ON," the person waved at a checkpoint person, went towards. "He cannot go that way because of this." Person retrieved papers from a breast coat pocket. The guard read it out loud, Terrorism. "But I tought all deez,"
"Don't say people
"Deez wuz potential vawr criminals
"That's a sticking point for travelers right now."
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