Socialist Commonwealth
Establishing Nation
"We spend so much time campaigning, so much effort on debate - all wasted."
Devrim slammed his fist on the table. The young Kurdish expatriate had been trying to gather support for his people and their struggle against Wazistani authorities ever since he came to Carentania. But life in Socialism, in Freedom and in Security has made the people lazy and passive. Not that Devrim could blame the Carentanians. Of course they wished to preserve their happiness and their standard of living, of course they tried to avoid a conflict with Wazistan. However, their complete rejection of any form of actual support for his brethren and sisters back at home, it was disappointing and it made him feel weak.
Had he left them alone, chasing after a distant hope of gathering support here in Carentania? Was he perhaps just trying to save his own neck, living the pleasant life of a Carentanian while his people suffered?
He wasn't alone with these thoughts and a suffocating silence filled the small room in which a number of members of the Internationalist Forum had gathered. It was a political group, aimed at solidarity between Carentania and all kinds of revolutionary movements throughout Europe. And Devrim wasn't the only one in the room who had experienced the punishing hand of a repressive government. With Devrim, there was also Zhuàng, a Jizhouese in his late twenties, Vesna, a Serbovian woman of similiar age and Sofie, who until quite recently had been a student in Batavie before being forced to leave her home country due to her opposition to the ruling party.
Several minutes the room remained spookingly silent.
Then Devrim spoke up again: "You know what? I will take to heart what has been said in the debate. The state can't help our comrades back home, it is our duty to extend our solidarity. Let's do it then."
Devrim slammed his fist on the table. The young Kurdish expatriate had been trying to gather support for his people and their struggle against Wazistani authorities ever since he came to Carentania. But life in Socialism, in Freedom and in Security has made the people lazy and passive. Not that Devrim could blame the Carentanians. Of course they wished to preserve their happiness and their standard of living, of course they tried to avoid a conflict with Wazistan. However, their complete rejection of any form of actual support for his brethren and sisters back at home, it was disappointing and it made him feel weak.
Had he left them alone, chasing after a distant hope of gathering support here in Carentania? Was he perhaps just trying to save his own neck, living the pleasant life of a Carentanian while his people suffered?
He wasn't alone with these thoughts and a suffocating silence filled the small room in which a number of members of the Internationalist Forum had gathered. It was a political group, aimed at solidarity between Carentania and all kinds of revolutionary movements throughout Europe. And Devrim wasn't the only one in the room who had experienced the punishing hand of a repressive government. With Devrim, there was also Zhuàng, a Jizhouese in his late twenties, Vesna, a Serbovian woman of similiar age and Sofie, who until quite recently had been a student in Batavie before being forced to leave her home country due to her opposition to the ruling party.
Several minutes the room remained spookingly silent.
Then Devrim spoke up again: "You know what? I will take to heart what has been said in the debate. The state can't help our comrades back home, it is our duty to extend our solidarity. Let's do it then."