When war never came — and peace arrived instead, costing more than war itself — there was nothing left to conquer but the soul of Europe.
Credit replaced the tanks, and debt did the work the armies never could.
Europe, that old spirit of the continent, took itself hostage — not out of fear of defeat, but out of fear of solitude.
Thus peace was given new names:
stability, meaning dependence;
security, meaning surrender;
shared values, meaning a shared burden of debt.
And it all unfolds in silence — not in the thunder of bombs, but in the whisper of an economy dying by degrees.
A political suicide written on immaculate paper instead of blood.
The signature beneath a line of credit has become the new form of oath.
Yet somewhere, at the twilight edge of history, one name still flickers — one bargain, one land.
Who knows what was agreed upon in Alaska?
Perhaps only God and the Devil know.
And perhaps, between them, there is no dispute.
16.10.25
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