Hrltajék Utrmosrtaé (Council of Whispers)

[Kubrick]

The soldier glared at her, having a hand at his hip. The director throws a short glance at him.

Nrést Avjokál, junior director of the RSB

That won't be necessary, Hzía. You may direct your anger at me, Louiz. He is merely a soldier following orders, I am the architect of this plan. Every family was invited, even them. Interests were inquired, those that did not take the bait did not show. You took the bait, so you do have a ball in this game else you would not be here.

Your petty insults towards the good Colonel here will not help anyone. Because both of you are correct. You have grown complacent away from the homeland. And you are correct that the Canrillaise institutions gave you a comfortable life abroad, in all the diaspora Yeudi's are thriving. Mostly. But you only think about yourself, your own safety, your own hide. Millions of Yeudi's live in the ancestral lands, without the means to simply migrate. They have families, lives, jobs, a connection to the dirt under their feet - how unthinkable that may be for a Yeudi.

And do not judge the Colonel too harshly, his great-grandfather was a Yeudish Jelbic, given a medal by the Meleh Bunjamín himself. And if you judge me, I was given this assignment due to my Yeudi heritage, Balthazar there is a distant cousin.

Every person deserves liberty. Every culture deserves sovereignty. And if the pleas of millions of oppressed souls cannot convince you, then take yourself home. But remember that for some the constant journey of survival is not a choice, but a result of the yearning for freedom. That very freedom you already have.