In this chapter, the events happen in chronological order and they are all from the same year. The only part which happens in another year is the last in 1965.
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Vietnam
September 15th
1964
When the air was clean and the birds were singing, she opened her hematite eyes. Planes were cutting the clouds when the first thing she saw was a woman checking her eyes for her reflexes. A woman being a doctor is a good thing to see in Tiên Huệ's impression. She was feeling tons of pain, although she was getting used to the pain as a state of mind. The woman cared for her enough to cut her hair properly until she didn't have a single strand in her head. She was surprised at how light it felt, however, wearing an Nón Lá hurts slightly.
This was a week ago. She was being fed and nurtured by a tube since September 2nd even if she didn't wake until September 10th on a Swiss Red Cross Hospital. Tiên Huệ was shocked to hear the Americans joined the war more than merely a few troops. People were dying, villages were being destroyed and forests were eradicated. The zone of war should be the middle of Vietnam, however, the fear struck everyone.
The men and women in the hospital were shocked to see Basch Zwingli, according to himself.
"They didn't think people would come here willingly after Americans started to interfere." The Swiss explained in German and a doctor translated to Vietnamese. "I am glad they were pleased to help you."
After studying, Basch could whisper some words in Vietnamese to Tiên Huệ.
"I considered telling about Edelweiss to the Swiss Red Cross. We can use some help. However, the things we do are illegal and against some official traits. Better keep it to ourselves."
"I don't think we need more help from doctors like Irina, we need people like Witold."
Basch nodded applying she was right.
They used to separate themselves like that. Witold people were the ones who enter prisons and interfere directly with the victims in volatile conditions and dangerous circumstances. Sadik and Gupta could be placed in that category. Irina people were like Basch and Tiên Huệ who help people medically and give them resources around war zones. Basel people were like the married couple from Eastern Europe, Emil and Lukas Bondevik and the family Van Der Heide who would help people create a new life to them in their countries. Basch worked alongside them several times. Some can be two kinds like a Greek man named Heracles who was Irina and Basel according to Sadik's tales. And there are examples like the man from Yaoundé who used to be the three types.
Tiên Huệ was feeling better sufficiently to tell Basch about her wish on September 15th. When he finished hearing, he gave her a piggyback ride once again because she was too weak to walk and they started to stroll through the city. They were both wearing Nón Lá. A few times, she wondered if Basch had always belonged to that country in a way because of their relationship. He respected it and that was a clear sensation. They walked a kilometre and Basch's arms were shaking before they reached Hạ Long Bay. He was very damaged with bruises and he seemed weak as if his body was struggling to function. Nevertheless, he was willing to lift her around the city and Tiên Huệ was worried about his dedication.
In a moment they were rowing a boat and watching the bay. There were thousands of small island formed by nature millenniums ago and the place was beautiful as if they were stuck in a certain period of time. Perhaps past. Or future. That place wouldn't change with the industrial revolutions that are going to appear. Some say that a dragon created that bay and sometimes Tiên Huệ senses a heat about that place as if the fire was still burning around. She has always cherished dragons even if she was realistic.
When they were in the middle of the Gulf of Tonkin, Basch stopped. The boat started to move slightly through the water as if it was sliding in the glass. The islands were distant from them as if they were clouds who were extremely close to the water. She gathered the strength to speak since it was the first time she could really mean her own words. Basch would understand Vietnamese if she speaks very slowly.
"I love here." She admitted with a low voice that didn't sound like the heavy words she has always thrown. Tiên Huệ closed her eyes and sensed the sea wind embracing her face like an old friend. After deserts drier than the sun, mountains covered in snow, forests with trees that would reach the clouds in a sensation, she missed the old sea. She felt like Ho Chi Ming after travelling for thirty years around the world and coming back to her Hạ Long Bay since she couldn't accomplish that with Taalay and Aizhan nor the soldiers. "More than any place in the world."
Tiên Huệ could sense the Swiss' look in her. She could understand the words he wasn't saying. They never needed words to communicate and now they can choose between speaking or staying silent.
She chose to speak.
"I'm going to die if that is what you are asking yourself." She explained and felt he already knew. "Leukemia has taken most of my organs and I don't think I have much time left. My lungs are already failing and I can't stand because of malnutrition. The stage is rather high for any treatment."
He tried to speak with a hopeful complexion Tiên Huệ has seen in his semblance many times. When the patient was lost he still maintained that face from the beginning to the end and the Vietnamese had to tell him they lost another person. He told in letters about his sister and she wondered if he looked the same way at her. Basch was relatively hopeful for someone realistic since he has always tasted softer than his outside.
"I wanted to come here because I wanted to say goodbye. Thank you for achieving my wish."
Tiên Huệ placed shaking hands on the water in the size of a shell and raised a few liquid falling from her hands. She smiled when she saw the sun making that saline water shine like precious stones in the palm of her hand. Her hands were shaking violently since she was very weak. The air in her bald head was promising, though. She felt livid for the first time in a long time.
"Do you wanna know why we are here?"
Tiên Huệ exhaled the air on her lungs as if it was the last time she was doing it.
"This place makes me think of my years with Chiến Tranh watching the water and the years I resided with him above the water. We used to have a beautiful friendship until we married due to pressure. I think nothing will ever make me more shocked than when he raised his fist on me for the first time. My best friend became my antagonist when he started to behave toward me poorly and violently. I thought I weren't able to trust anyone for the rest of my life."
She thought about Kalyan Bedi signing a girl for her to teach that came from Switzerland. She was shocked when a man appeared in her place, however, she has never asked. She taught him and they stayed together for years.
"My best friend wasn't important enough to become my nemesis, though. Death is always going to be my nemesis as you watched in our years together." She explained with her beautiful language. She is always going to admire how her language sounded like cords from a guitar strolling through the sea. "But the years before we met, death was my Nemesis too. But a Nemesis I couldn't even fight against."
She closed her eyes. Tiên Huệ allowed herself to feel the breeze with a peaceful and small line as a smile. Vietnam has always been the land where she feels better. Not a whole continent in the world can make her happier than a centimetre in that country.
"Why... You tell me?"
Basch's blonde hair has also turned into a bald head like hers after the nurses cut it straight. They were similar.
"Because there is no one else to remember. And I need someone to know." Tiên Huệ retorted steadily. Her eyes had the strong flash she felt in her chest. "When people die in my country because more powerful countries can't live without competition I want the world to know how many people died here. What consequences this brought for my land. I want the same from my children. If I die, there is no one else to remember them."
Basch stared at her and pressed his lips together and basically asking who were them. She knew he wasn't going to interrupt further or deliberately, although he didn't know how to react to her. Tiên Huệ has always spoken her mind out of control. With Basch, she didn't have the chance to talk deliberately. Now he understands, she wanted to say every little thing that crossed her mind. Or just ask him more about his past and present. Future was rather pretentious to talk about.
"All my children died in my womb. I didn't even name them because they used to mean nothing until they were out of my reach. The blood was always there before birth. I think I started to avoid wasting water in cleaning the blood and just dive into the sea. I just wanted the silence of the blue around my ears while another life was being taken from my hands. I started to see them in the waves when the years became unbearable. I saw them in my dreams. Faces I couldn't form in my belly and lives I didn't hold strong enough from tragedy. I was fifteen when I was pregnant for the first time and seventeen when I had lost three children already." The Vietnamese explained steadily and gazed at Basch. He was staring at her the same way he would stare at any sentiment being displayed in front of him. Confusion, tension and deep compassion that he can't put in words. "I shot Chiến Tranh because when he was fighting over a small thing like rough rice, our child drowned. But now I see my children never lived enough to see the sun, how can they breathe enough to drown? That hallucination on the waves gave me the strength to kill him and leave. Perhaps, I was going crazy after years receiving less than anyone should. After beatings, threats and despair, I saw a hallucination and gathered the strength to shoot him. I don't regret it at all. If I will be punished for it, I don't care. It was worth it. He is the only person I begged for death to take. I gave it to my best friend freely and gladly like he killed my trust."
She grabbed water in her hands two more times as the number of children she lost. Tiên Huệ heard the goodbye in the water joining the sea and closed her eyes. Just more water in the sea is completely insignificant. The chance she would be happy with her children was insignificant and the lives she could do nothing to save were insignificant to the world. She found funny that the word goodbye was similar to the word "Vietnam". A goodbye was insignificant as her country in people's mind.
"I wanted to say goodbye to them. The water cleaned my sadness since I discovered there is worse sadness than the ones you choose. Nevertheless, the worse misery is the one you create for yourself. There is nothing I could do as a doctor or a mother for anyone. Including my children. And as a Vietnamese, there was nothing I could do for the woman bringing her defective child to the hospital every week, or for those soldiers who didn't know why they were fighting or the forests and villages destroyed by cowardliness. Now I see I don't have power. Not because I'm a woman but because I'm only a human. And I was born without any power around people without any power. The world loathes me for that."
She paused because the feeling in her chest was a heavy void. The emptiness was crying. She missed herself. Tiên Huệ also felt proud she was alive after everything. She battled everything with the faith of being a woman and she was proud to be one. She recognized herself as a woman for the first time as a compliment rather than an identity. She also saw her hands as something powerful because she was able to heal people. Medicine was the most beautiful thing she could practice all her life.
"I was miserable. It doesn't matter if I had you, or Yao, or Li Xiao, or Hai Guo, or Mei Chan, or my father, or my mother, or anyone. In the end, the misery I created for myself was all I knew. I wanted to be here for my children, but I'm selfish. There is something I wanted more than seeing the water and remembering my tragedy." She established with heavy words and a steady face. "I wanted to see my country happy. It's something I won't see since I will die sooner than this war is going to end. Nevertheless, I want to see people living at peace, not every time, but I wanted to see people caring for Vietnamese when tragedies occur. The same way they care for anywhere rich and powerful. I wanted to hear our tales being told and our songs being sung. The lives that resided here and only watched oppression as a parasite being solely honoured. I wanted to see my country in beautiful independence. We created our culture with our bare hands. Every nation deserves to have freedom from other nations because countries are different ideas. Vietnam deserves freedom."
The Vietnamese sensed the sun making the shadows of the afternoon on the water tremble. Something about the silence made her think about diving into the river and allowing herself to leave the world for a while. Perhaps she was finally at peace.
"And when I leave this world without seeing my land belonging to my people and my people belonging to peace, I want to see the greater power on the other side. I know it's going to have power. We can't scape supremacy even by death. I want to ask this power why life is so complex to live and so easy to take. I hate that. I hate how easy it was to take Chiến Tranh and my mother's life. I want to ask why we have so many doubts. Why can't I know if Hai Guo is alive or dead? Why can't I know about Li Xiao? Why death took Mei Chan from me? Why did Yao die because of Ivan and I can't hate Ivan because of it? Why did Elise die when she was only a child? Why Maxim can't walk or be with his brother? Why is this all going to be for nothing? Our lives, our suffering, our beloved ones. If I think too much about it I can't breathe, Basch."
Tiên Huệ looked at the Swiss and he was crying. She needed to be logic with him one more time because she didn't comprehend how to outcome her emptiness and he didn't comprehend how to speak his inner words.
"I'm going to die and I want to ask you to do another thing for me. After that, leave and don't come back here ever again. I want this to be our last encounter because we had the opportunity many don't have." She placed a wrinkled hand on his soft skin. "We could say goodbye properly which is a thing you couldn't do with many people, emerald eyes. I will always consider you my best companion in this chaos."
He waited with his lips shaking. There were many things Tiên Huệ wanted to ask for him to accomplish for her.
Find out what happened to Hai Guo.
Save Ivan from himself.
Bury me next to Wang Yao and Mei Chan.
Find my friend, Li Xiao.
But she chose one.
"Tell the world what is happening with my people. Don't waste your privilege to live in a developed country and don't notice the war happening all the time. Do this for the man from Yaoundé. Do this for me. For the people that we lost."
She glared at the sun shining on the water like diamonds and she almost could hear children's laughter.
"Tell them I want to rest on the ocean. It doesn't matter how or where they threw me. Just let me rest here since the sea connects all of us."
The Swiss held her hands and she allowed with a tiny line in her face as a smile. He looked deep in her eyes as if he wanted to say tons of words, but there isn't a language worthy enough of that sentence. There isn't a construction rightful sufficiently to build a sentiment like that.
Tiên Huệ watched when Basch raised one of his hands to place his indicative finger on the edge of her neck. She stood still when he slid his finger through her neck first and then to her bald head as if he was drawing her head on the air using his fingers. She didn't understand, but somehow she knew it was meaningful. They have never needed words. When he was finished they placed their foreheads together and closed their eyes. Basch thought they were different and Tiên Huệ thought they were equals. Now both of them synchronised the thought. They said goodbye to each other and that was it.
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Switzerland
November 2nd
1964
Dear Basch,
Here is the nurse who took care of Dihn Tiên Huệ and the same who cut her hair and yours. My name is Lausanne.
I'm sorry to inform you Tiên Huệ died yesterday on 11:02 due to cancer two months after you brought her. We would like to thank her and you for bringing her because she spent her last days advising nurses and doctors since she couldn't do much more. She participated in a whole surgery to save a Vietnamese woman. We grew to care for her and listen to her experience. She was very straightforward and strong. One of the strongest women I have ever met. We were all devastated when she died. But I promised you she was at peace. She was burned and her ashes are one with the waves of Hạ Long Bay as you advised us. We are sorry to inform this to you.
I don't know if you are religious, but may God lighten your way. We didn't spend a lot of time with you, but we told her about your famous father. She said that he sounded fake. Tiên Huệ always spoke her mind, right?
Yours, sincerely
Lausanne.
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Switzerland
December 1st
1964
"Domnule."
"What?"
"I need a name for the main character in my next book, but I can't think of anything."
"Dihn Tiên Huệ."
"It's perfect. I'm still thinking about what is going to be like since my first book is about Nebo and Lucerne's friendship around Romani atmosphere. I can write something about Vietnam in this book. I could use a big friendship too. Romance is gross."
"Can I help you write it?"
"Of course. How?"
"Stories. I think I can tell them now."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, Maxim."
"I can't believe this is happening."
"Don't celebrate it like that."
"But I'm so happy! What are you going to tell me?"
"I am going to tell you about one of the bravest people I have ever met and her amazing country. And you are going to spread the word about the amazing countries that don't gain the spotlight because I am not good with words."
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Switzerland
January 30th
1965
Elizabeta's mother, Dalma, was a terrible mother simply because she wasn't born to be one. She was born to travel, enter in manifestations and be independent through her existence. The pregnancy was the worst thing that could happen to her. Since Elizabeta was born, she placed her in friends' homes and anywhere a child wasn't going to be mistreated while they travelled and would pick her after she participates in manifestations and starts projects of law in the progress of women's rights. Dalma and her unwanted daughter were always wandering around places where her mother can lead a revolution.
Elizabeta hated that life. It was lonely and unstable whilst she was dreaming of spending time with her mother and never could. She never had a friend, roots or a home before and she craved those things like a disease. More than her mother's love, she wanted those things.
When Elizabeta ran from a house in Budapest because she was afraid of the men who lived around, she started to live on the streets. She was fifteen years old and she never talked to her mother again. Sometimes Liz wonders if this wasn't a relief for Dalma. That thought doesn't make her sad, however, it doesn't make her feel great either. Sometimes she wished her mother attempted to look for her with determination and strength she dedicated to manifestations and fights that didn't belong to her. The only fight that belonged to her was abandoned without a second assumption. Around this time her anxiety took place around her veins and Elizabeta is still dealing with insomnia due to the days she spent trying o sleep on the desert streets. After she got used to that life, she spent her nights sleeping on boats around Buda and Pest when the mariners took pity on her. The idea of sleeping in a floating thing became normal to her and she enjoys the idea until today. She always tries to float in her own bed in an attempt to sleep better.
She met another boy sleeping on the boats when she was seventeen. He was the Jew that played the violin to entertain the mariners and his clothes were worse than now. This was a trait he hasn't lost: he never throws clothes in the trash. They became friends instantaneously and ingeniously and spent their days asking for money on boats and playing an almost destroyed violin for a few Florins. They would spend the night in boats talking about their past, present and future. Roderich wanted to be a musician and his father loathed him for that and he ran. She told him about her mother as she was talking about the weather. When the war took place, Roderich Edelstein was caught in a ghetto and Elizabeta was altogether with him. She was placed in a "Gypsy" area merely because they didn't know where to put her and freedom was out of context. She learned a lot in that place. Including how low can people live and how high the sky was above wires.
Witold released them from that hell, Irina looked after their injuries and Basel gave them a home in Switzerland next to Basch and Elise Zwingli. Roderich and Elizabeta had to pretend they were a married couple. They shared the same last name, Héderváry. After some time, they were actually satisfied with the idea of residing together. Roderich's family was completely destroyed. He had seven siblings, three dead, two missings, one was in a mental hospital and one was sent to Brazil and they lost all contact because he was was a baby. His father starved and the only one that remained was his mother. She is living in Vienna and she visits sometimes. When she spoke with Roderich for the first time in years she acknowledged something about his father.
"Roderich can be a musician or a prostitute." His father said one day on the concentration camp. "As long as he is not hurting anyone, I'm proud of him."
They never speak about the years spent on that miserable place. Roderich is still facing problems with his physical health and she discovered a deep depression in him afterwards. Music helped him with his depression since it made him leave the house, but she had nothing at the beginning. Elizabeta has never forgiven herself for letting his friend be wholly broken by people. She couldn't forgive herself for being unable to fight those men as her mother did with injustice. A thousand years would go by before she allows herself to lose to that woman. Her body is filled with scars she can't recognize and a migraine overcomes her days. Everything was a little better when Basch gave the company to her. She started to build something from the ground and she learned that one thing she loved more than anything is embracing undeveloped things and remedying them until they grow. She is still attempting to accomplish this with herself. Nonetheless, she was able to accomplish with Basel's company, Eike, Maxim and Lucerne's dream altogether with Basch.
Broken things fall on her hand as leaves and she turns them into trees.
"Liz?"
Roderich entered the kitchen making her leave her thoughts.
"Where are Maxim and Eike?"
Elizabeta glanced at her longtime friend who stayed with her when nobody else stood. His violet eyes were making the long navy blue coat with a white jabot seem like an aristocrat even if he sewed rags around the clothing. Nevertheless, she saw something different about his appearance at first. He wasn't wearing glasses and his hair was messy. She liked that picture of him because he was naturally plain. Elizabeta was always happy when he trusted her enough to show that side of him.
"They are with Sadik and Gupta in Basch's house. I think they are playing cards because Sadik was screaming about winning when I walked to the neighbour's house."
Roderich sighed.
"Are we really allowing this, Liz? They are only seventeen years old." He explained the same fight they had three times. When they fought they would just discuss with tons of arguments. They never actually fought. "I am already scared when I don't see Eike when I get home. Last night I checked on Maxim's breathing while he was asleep."
The Hungarian pressed her leg to her chest and positioned her chin on her knee. She was busy calculating the expenses on that year like she would do every latter Christmas. She despised the holidays. She would remember the lonely days where she was waiting for her mother to come home and she would be disappointed at least a thousand times. Now she had family and friends to spend Christmas with her and she was still offended at how the world celebrates days.
Christmas was spent with people she didn't even know until yesterday. Toris and Raivis invited a Dutchman named Vincent and he brought his two siblings, Emma and Theo. Eduard wasn't around that year. He spent the Christmas with his Finnish friend in Stockholm. Sadik and Gupta brought two friends from Edelweiss named Aizhan Utemisov and Taalay Parvana. They spoke to Elizabeta and Emma and she still hasn't forgotten the conversation they had. A lot of experience was shared between the four women. All the noise and conversation in several languages were like a symphony around her table and the festivities. Nothing like the emptiness Liz used to feel every holiday. She loved every second.
"Even Basch is okay with this. Roderich, you and I agreed when we decided to adopt our children that we weren't like your father or my mother. I would be present despite my dreams and you would support them in what they wanted to do." Liz replied with her green eyes determined. "If they want to travel at this age, they will. It's not like they are going completely alone."
"Sadik and Gupta aren't the most responsible people." He retorted crossing his arms. "They are homeless people who only have a truck to take resources up and down prisons and dangerous places!"
"Homeless like you and I were?" She retorted seriously furious. Elizabeta raised her glare to him and saw the regret in his eyes. "They guaranteed me they aren't facing dangerous situations while they are travelling with the kids."
"And you trust them?"
"I trust them more than I trust your aristocratic friends. They know what it's like to lose people and resources around you. They won't put Maxim and Eike through shooting or worse. You can't deny this experience to neither of them."
Their children decided to travel to Egypt with Sadik and Gupta. Eike wanted to see African art. They wanted to see different styles since they haven't found their true style yet, they were delighted with Taalay and her art. Maxim wanted to spend time with Gupta after years changing letters because the Egyptian was an inspiration to him. He also wanted to study African countries for his next book and he wanted to travel like his Romani blood. They even talked about travelling around Romania and Moldova on the way and Maxim was tremendously delighted. They couldn't go to Vietnam, though. But Maxim was knowing everything about that country through Basch, books, songs and people from that place willing to talk.
How could Elizabeta deny everything they wanted?
She said if they wanted to accomplish something they would need their own money. They accomplished that. They sold their old toys and some clothes. Eike sold artistic pieces and Maxim translated Russian, Romanian, English and German to clients. They earned that money. She wouldn't trap them only because she loves having them around. They would spend hours writing and drawing next to each other in their room and Liz would hear them criticizing each other's art, however, they don't get offended. They see it as a construction.
Roderich sighed and sat in front of her.
"I'm worried, that is all."
She held his hand through the kitchen table. His hand had long fingers he would dedicate to play the piano since he was a child playing with pieces of paper instead of an actual instrument. All because his family wanted him to become a banker.
"How old were you when you ran from home to follow your dream in music?"
"Sixteen."
"And you were alone like I was since I was fifteen or before that." She acknowledged caressing his hand using her thumb. "They are not alone in chasing their dreams like we were. They will turn out better than us."
The Austrian chuckled.
"Isn't it amazing they chased art as I did?"
She nodded with a smile.
"Eike is a copy of you. Although Maxim is a little bit like myself."
"He is wise as you."
"He was wise since he was little. That shouldn't be a child's trait. He should be foolish and naive, basically happy, but he was always too conscious about the world." She replied with a miserable voice. Taking care of Maxim has always been difficult. It's constant care without breaks. Nevertheless, they loved him more than anything and more than everything. They would do it for him daily. "This is the main reason he is like me."
The doorbell ringed breaking the moment. Elizabeta laughed at Roderich running to the room worried about his plain face. She raised from the chair feeling her legs ache with the time she spent sitting. She will never get over the fact she traded bleeding feet to aching legs. Trading survival for life. Elizabeta saw someone she has already seen before on the door. Merely to deliver a picture Lucerne kept all her life.
Before she could say anything, the woman spoke.
"You found me against all the odds. Can you find my brother? He is thirty years old, he was born on December 30th and his name is Ivan."
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Explaining Edelweiss again in case you forgot the story... It's Boris:
The organization was a secret formed by two Polish brats named Witold and Irena Łukasiewicz and a Swiss bastard named Basel Zwingli. The three attempted to save people from the concentration camps, Gulags and other prisons around war zones. Noble. They used a strategy in which one of them was living in a prison and releasing people hidden. Witold became the weapon in a suicidal mission on several Concentration Camps to save hundreds of people and send them to a neutral country like Switzerland. Irena was responsible for taking care of their health and Basel was going to give the prisoners new names and lives. Basel was Boris' favourite obviously. The Swiss also saved hundreds of children outside the camps. He even got famous for that whilst Witold was suffering in a camp and Irena was battling with death in a hospital. They started as a small organization until Basel became wealthy with a pharmaceutical company that belonged to his family and they spread the organization as a disease through the underground of Europe and Asia using his influence. It spread especially to many groups when the war was at its peak and there were lots of people doing the same scheme in several regions. They even met their partner, Arne Oxienstierna, a Swede man willing to help people the same way as Basel in Sweden. He betrayed them, however. He was bought by the Nazis and hundreds of people were killed and the three were discovered.
Things weren't good after that.
Irena Łukasiewicz caught a disease and died in a clandestine hospital without seeing the end of the war. Witold Łukasiewicz was most likely a burned corpse in Auschwitz because he never was found after the D-day. Basel Zwingli evaporated in the Swiss Alps after he came back from a Concentration Camp himself. Their organization and children were still alive according to Boris' researchers. Feliks Łukasiewicz grew in Lithuania and became the new head of the operation in Europe, while Elise and Sebastian Zwingli didn't learn about that remarkable heroism hiding underneath a blanket. Berwald Oxenstierna doesn't even know the monster his father is.
The organization still stands in several countries around Asia, Europe and Africa. Boris admired that history and searched for the end of everything, even though there was never one. He would be willing to help them forge fake identities at that time without betrayal. However, Boris believed with every fibre in his body that there isn't a single action in the world that is not selfish. He would betray them like Arne, perhaps.
They don't have a leader in Africa since Mbella – the man from Yaoundé – died and the leader from Asia is Aph India or Kalyan.
Basel people, which was a denomination Basch hated, were like the married couple from Eastern Europe, Emil and Lukas Bondevik and the family Van Der Heide who would help people create a new life to them in their countries. Some can be two kinds like Taalay who was Irina and Witold and a Greek man named Heracles who were Irina and Basel. And there are causes like Aizhan and the man from Yaoundé who are the three types.
Emil Bondevik is Aph Iceland and Lukas Bondevik is Aph Norway. The names come from headcanon in Tumblr I have always embraced so it would be weird to call them with other names.
The couple from Eastern Europe is Aph Czech Republic and Aph Slovakia my babies who aren't admired as they should. Their names are Milada Jesenská and Milan Bahýľ. Jesenská comes from Milena Jesenská. During World War II she joined the underground resistance helping a number of Jewish refugees to emigrate (which I have a small headcanon it's what Aph Czech Republic's mother was doing and Milada is the daughter of Milena. Even though Milena had a daughter. Jana "Honza" Krejcarová, the daughter of Jesenská and Jaromír Krejcar, was a writer for the Czech underground publication Půlnoc in the early 1950s and for Divoké víno in the 1960s. They are sisters. Don't ruin my headcanon); Jesenská died of kidney failure at the Ravensbrück concentration camp for women. Her name, Milada, comes from Milada Horáková who was a Czech lawyer, politician, and campaigner for the equal status of women. She joined the Czech resistance to the German occupation and survived a Nazi prison, only to be imprisoned once again and later executed by the communist regime on fabricated charges of conspiracy and treason. Prior to her hanging at Prague's Pankrác Prison she wrote numerous letters that remain important tracts on independent thought and democracy. In this story, Milada follows her mother's steps helping people from war zones to have a nice life in Prague and she is a writer that searches for resistance amidst modern colonies. She inspires Maxim.
As for Aph Slovakia, Milan Bahýľ, I wanted him and Aph Czech Republic having a similar name. Milada and Milan are similar, right? You can also refer to him as Bahýľ Milan because there is a historical tradition to reverse the order (given name, last name), especially in official context (like in administrative papers and legal documents) as well as on gravestones and memorials. "Bahýľ" comes from Ján Bahýľ. He was a Slovak inventor and engineer that specialised in military science, military construction, and engineering. Flying machines were a particular interest of his. In 1895, he was granted a patent on the helicopter. I like his last name because it's very Slovakian. "Milan" comes from Milan Antral which was a Slovak astronomer that discovered several minor planets and put Slovakian names in most of them, including "Slovakia". Here are some:
In this story, Heracles Karpusi is a natural doctor and he also owns an organization that helps cats in the street.
She found funny that the word goodbye was similar to Vietnam.
Tam Biệt and Việt Nam.
My name is Lausanne.
Lausanne is a city in Switzerland.
After she got used to that life, she spent her nights sleeping on boats around Buda and Peste when the mariners took pity on her.
Hungary's capital, Budapest, has this name because of the three tribes who used to reside in that region: Buda, Obuda and Pest. These tribes basically made the regions in the city as subdivisions.
At this time in the story, they already delivered the picture to Nebo's family. I didn't write how it was because I wanted to focus on other things and sincerely, you won't lose many things.