I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
(John Keats)
Dakar was perhaps – well, doubtless – the largest city of Ala Ka Kuma, but not the capital; that was Bamako. For doing business, however, Dakar was the hot address. Oskar Kabinga had arrived by train. It was quite a trip: from Duala, you had to travel to Bangui on the Transafrican, then to Am Dafok on the Intercontinental, then to Bamako on the Westafrican, and finally from Bamako to Dakar on the Senegal Line. The last part was the worst. It was the old DN, the Chemin de fer Dakar – Niger, built by the French since 1885 – and hardly completed when French rule had suddenly ended.
The Ala Ka Kumans were doing their best to keep the antiquated material rolling on the ancient 1,000 millimetres gauge line, but it was a rude shock to change from the fast air-conditioned Westafrican to the – well, vintage – Senegal. The Senegal was single-track, and the trains were slow. Yet, service – in the first class – was excellent – and you certainly got a better feeling for the country you were travelling in than in the speeding MARB trains. And it also prepared you for what to expect in Dakar…
Luwele, Kabinga & Hamzi Solicitors had been hired by SEM, Miss Seidel-Sikuku that was, to broker the erection of a factory complex at – or rather near – Dakar. SEM, already producing in the WAU, was planning to expand to Ala Ka Kuma. Labour came inexpensive hereabouts, even if education of the workforce was rather underwhelming. But simple production processes could easily be transferred to Dakar. Labour in the WAU was becoming costly. Hence, basic production was to move to Dakar, while final assembly would remain at Sinoe – for the time being. Both locations were connected by sea, which was the most economic and efficient way of transport.
Dealing with the Ala Ka Kumans was quite tricky. Their laws were strongly influenced by sharia, which wasn’t disadvantageous, but quite odd for a Middle African. However, once you accepted these – strange – procedures, they really made some things quite easy to solve. Of course, you had to grease several palms, but that was normal. Kabinga was satisfied. The contracts were almost ready for signature. Miss Seidel-Sikuku should be pleased…
(John Keats)
Dakar was perhaps – well, doubtless – the largest city of Ala Ka Kuma, but not the capital; that was Bamako. For doing business, however, Dakar was the hot address. Oskar Kabinga had arrived by train. It was quite a trip: from Duala, you had to travel to Bangui on the Transafrican, then to Am Dafok on the Intercontinental, then to Bamako on the Westafrican, and finally from Bamako to Dakar on the Senegal Line. The last part was the worst. It was the old DN, the Chemin de fer Dakar – Niger, built by the French since 1885 – and hardly completed when French rule had suddenly ended.
The Ala Ka Kumans were doing their best to keep the antiquated material rolling on the ancient 1,000 millimetres gauge line, but it was a rude shock to change from the fast air-conditioned Westafrican to the – well, vintage – Senegal. The Senegal was single-track, and the trains were slow. Yet, service – in the first class – was excellent – and you certainly got a better feeling for the country you were travelling in than in the speeding MARB trains. And it also prepared you for what to expect in Dakar…
Luwele, Kabinga & Hamzi Solicitors had been hired by SEM, Miss Seidel-Sikuku that was, to broker the erection of a factory complex at – or rather near – Dakar. SEM, already producing in the WAU, was planning to expand to Ala Ka Kuma. Labour came inexpensive hereabouts, even if education of the workforce was rather underwhelming. But simple production processes could easily be transferred to Dakar. Labour in the WAU was becoming costly. Hence, basic production was to move to Dakar, while final assembly would remain at Sinoe – for the time being. Both locations were connected by sea, which was the most economic and efficient way of transport.
Dealing with the Ala Ka Kumans was quite tricky. Their laws were strongly influenced by sharia, which wasn’t disadvantageous, but quite odd for a Middle African. However, once you accepted these – strange – procedures, they really made some things quite easy to solve. Of course, you had to grease several palms, but that was normal. Kabinga was satisfied. The contracts were almost ready for signature. Miss Seidel-Sikuku should be pleased…
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