Yeo was in the town car stalled in Manhattan traffic on his way to the TransGlobal building, when his cell phone rang. It was Ilna.
“Do you remember Prague?” she said.
That was all she said when he answered the phone.
He sat there in silence.
On the plane to Prague, Yeo reflected on his own disillusionment with capitalism.His business ventures in Eastern Europe swept all the way to Russia.He had been one of the early plunderers.Yeo could spot a trend with an eagle’s eye.He bo
Dink was getting way too into the pure Peruvian shit.Sleep shifts were six hours, but he’d awake after an hour or two and smoke a few spliffs and drink a couple beers to get back to sleep.Upon awaking, he made a cup of coffee and did his first line of coke for the day.It was great for getting things done, but it was beginning to make him crazy.
Yeo became increasingly disillusioned with capitalism, when he began studying the limitations of the water supply on the planet.Private investors, governments, and giant corporations were buying up water rights all over the planet, primarily in the Third-World countries of Africa and South America, in anticipation of adwindling fresh water supply.The deals were easily made.
Dink hurried back to his station and opened the baggy of coke.A couple lines and a beer and he was back in business.Christ, it was good to get the head clear again, he thought.He took the station off autopilot and sat in the swivel chair and reviewed the data that had come through while he was gone.
Yeo walked across the stone bridge, its railings lined with statues of kings and popes and saints.St. Nicholas Cathedral stood on the far side of the bridge.The Castle stood high on the hill on the other.He had visited the cathedral that afternoon.A
Everything was a blur.Dink had gotten knocked out no coke and Jameson’s at The Knockout.Dink was trying to find his way home.He got off the elevator at the wrong level.He didn’t realize it till he started walking around the halls,
Yeo was sitting in the back of a basement bar, off Old Town Square, waiting for Chuck to arrive.The bar was five hundred years old.During the winter, basements were considered warm places in this part of the world, long before electrical heating.He had been married the night before.
Chuck came down the stairs of the basement bar.He stopped halfway until he saw Yeo at the small bar.American expats gathered in groups, telling stories of their travels further East.Chuck joined Yeo at the bar.They kissed each other on the cheeks, as was