Tailoring a Suit of Peace
Conflict Resolution Peace Accords
Augsburg, Wiese
Conflict Resolution Peace Accords
Augsburg, Wiese
Frail in comparison to what they once were, Rafał Hollád winced from leaden weight of the hulking oak door leading to this spartan symposium room. Its setting was amiable yet at the same time respectable; comfortable looking brown sofa, two single seat furnishings, a cozy fire place, and a center piece to Hollád's liking: selections of Central Europe's finest liquor.
With a temporary cease fire introduced, likely ignored by rogue elements and partisans of several dispositions, Životinje was now willing to do what her enemies thought inconceivable, and her short-supply of friends considered unlikely, a brokerage of conditional peace.
Sharply received, Rafał burned through three tumblers of Kasjopejan Scotch before consulting his timepiece. He, to military standard, had shown fifteen minutes prior to when the international caterers had expected him. Like drops in a buckets he added to the medley of scribbles in his notepad to pass the time, observations mostly in to the intricacies of Wieser culture he had just encountered on the streets outside. He had not maintained a security detail in years, as the soldiers put it, he was now 'bare-backing' without any man or woman to guard him from spies, enraged diplomats, or choking on expensive appetizers. The likelihood of each varying minute to minute, and delectable snack to encounter with foreign enemies.
A slew of half-brained suggestions were contained in his brief case, he had filed them accordingly in a way where he could withdraw one plan or another depending on how his counterparts presented themselves today. He was not put here by the Union Herald to spout propaganda, that they could undoubtedly receive by turning on their radio or television sets. Practicalities are not conventionally how a Union man conducts business, but he was one to divulge while abroad in providing a sane opinion. And to his new acquaintances he rose with gusto, throwing his note pad aside briskly to free up his shaking hand.