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they’re nasty to anyone who cares to question or address that anxiety. Some people
enclose themselves in the cage of their fears or the cage of their house, to feel safe
from the outside world.
It’s enough, he thinks; it’s enough that all these years he has served an office
that has never recovered from the downhill of world politics. It’s an office Bevan
doesn’t feel like serving any longer. He wants to change the way political decisions
are made and the way his people look at other nations’ ways and means.
What is needed is a major event to draw the attention of the higher-ups to the
fact that the way things are done is not the best way; the way things are done
works against the best interests of the American people. Ibrahim is right;
something very serious has to happen for change to take place. Something very
big has to occur, and Bevan knows exactly what that is; he also feels the time for
such an action is approaching at a very fast pace. The September 11th, 2001 attack
changed the way of life for the American people forever; in the same way, a big
event will change the ways of the decision-making process in the agency and in
the war room. Perhaps it would be better if there were not a functioning agency
for a while or a functioning war room.
With his thoughts pounding at the temples of his head, he walks back to his
apartment where he takes a pen and paper to write a letter to his sister.
“My dearest Evelyn; I hope you and William are well in health and in every
other endeavor you pursue. I don’t really know why my mind is on you and how
you’re doing today. After all, I don’t often write letters to you, or anybody else for
that matter.
My mind focuses on the fact that we’re only you and I, two siblings in the same
family, and yet I have managed to become an enemy of yours with the path I have
chosen. It’s really disappointing, although this path has probably been the one I was
meant to follow. My path has taken me away from you, I don’t regret what has
happened over the years, although when I look back at a few things I have
accomplished, I doubt whether given the opportunity, I would do things in the same
way again.
As the days go by, I find myself deeper in the gutter, where I have been all my life, and
I can only hope that a last effort on my part may tip the balance to the positive, if I
manage to act in a different way than I have been acting for so many years.
Am I writing to you to make amends with my sister? Perhaps I am. I know I have missed
sitting with you and talking about the ideals and dreams we had in our youth. Yes, I
have missed talking with you about our common goals—the simple things in life that I
have smothered deep under the dirt of service regulation, in mediocrity and
conventionality.
Libros Libertad 