The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.
(Arthur Conan Doyle)
The meeting of the Nieuw Hoogeveen city council had just been closed. The attendees – Mayor Anne Robbins, Councillors Ton Snels and Bertje Jagtenberg – had changed over to socialising. Jonge genever and zwarte koffie were enjoyed to sweet bread buns and sugared wafers. Indeed, Nieuw Hoogeveen was doing fine. Except for the lack of people, one should be growing and expanding. One had, however, swapped the small wooden shacks for larger prefab houses. Yeah, and infrastructure in general had improved.
It was a pity one couldn’t do more, but a day had only twenty-four hours and folks only two hands. Slaves would be nice – or intelligent machines, but both weren’t available. Although… There was this country in Africa – Ala Ka Kuma. They were offering cheap labour, not exactly slaves, but almost. Should one really order farm hands? They were Muslims, those people; might that pose a problem? Well, in the former Dutch colonies, there also had been lots of Muslims, on Java and on Sumatra in particular. Religion never had played an important role over there, had it?
Anne Robbins, with her American background, wasn’t convinced. The black slaves in the US had only caused an endless chain of issues, not least the Civil War. And even after two hundred years, their descendants weren’t fully integrated. It was one thing to have Poles or Ukrainians work in the greenhouses – and quite something else to employ Negroes or Asians. And hadn’t Churchill’s experiment with the Nigerian workers gloriously failed? – Ton and Bertje could see Anne’s points. Yes, she certainly was right.
But there were no Poles or Ukrainians available. The Moffen were sucking them all up. It would have to be Ala Ka Kumans – or stagnation. One wasn’t talking about mass migration. Fifty or sixty folks should do for Nieuw Hoogeveen, perhaps even forty might suffice. The offer was good – and transportation cost affordable. One would, that was true, have to instruct them. But servicing greenhouses was not a rocket science. – And the language problem? These people were speaking Ala Ka Kuman, which was a kind of pidgin Arabic. And from ordinary farm hands one hardly could expect knowledge of foreign languages.
Oops, Anne was right again. That really was a stumbling block. – But there were Middle African enterprises producing in Ala Ka Kuma. And the Middle Africans were speaking German – and nothing else. Perhaps one could hire personnel that had already worked for the Middle Africans – and hence had acquired some basic command of German? Granted, they might come a little bit more expensive, but hopefully would be quite worth the expense. – Yes, that sounded reasonable. Well, one could give it a try…
(Arthur Conan Doyle)
The meeting of the Nieuw Hoogeveen city council had just been closed. The attendees – Mayor Anne Robbins, Councillors Ton Snels and Bertje Jagtenberg – had changed over to socialising. Jonge genever and zwarte koffie were enjoyed to sweet bread buns and sugared wafers. Indeed, Nieuw Hoogeveen was doing fine. Except for the lack of people, one should be growing and expanding. One had, however, swapped the small wooden shacks for larger prefab houses. Yeah, and infrastructure in general had improved.
It was a pity one couldn’t do more, but a day had only twenty-four hours and folks only two hands. Slaves would be nice – or intelligent machines, but both weren’t available. Although… There was this country in Africa – Ala Ka Kuma. They were offering cheap labour, not exactly slaves, but almost. Should one really order farm hands? They were Muslims, those people; might that pose a problem? Well, in the former Dutch colonies, there also had been lots of Muslims, on Java and on Sumatra in particular. Religion never had played an important role over there, had it?
Anne Robbins, with her American background, wasn’t convinced. The black slaves in the US had only caused an endless chain of issues, not least the Civil War. And even after two hundred years, their descendants weren’t fully integrated. It was one thing to have Poles or Ukrainians work in the greenhouses – and quite something else to employ Negroes or Asians. And hadn’t Churchill’s experiment with the Nigerian workers gloriously failed? – Ton and Bertje could see Anne’s points. Yes, she certainly was right.
But there were no Poles or Ukrainians available. The Moffen were sucking them all up. It would have to be Ala Ka Kumans – or stagnation. One wasn’t talking about mass migration. Fifty or sixty folks should do for Nieuw Hoogeveen, perhaps even forty might suffice. The offer was good – and transportation cost affordable. One would, that was true, have to instruct them. But servicing greenhouses was not a rocket science. – And the language problem? These people were speaking Ala Ka Kuman, which was a kind of pidgin Arabic. And from ordinary farm hands one hardly could expect knowledge of foreign languages.
Oops, Anne was right again. That really was a stumbling block. – But there were Middle African enterprises producing in Ala Ka Kuma. And the Middle Africans were speaking German – and nothing else. Perhaps one could hire personnel that had already worked for the Middle Africans – and hence had acquired some basic command of German? Granted, they might come a little bit more expensive, but hopefully would be quite worth the expense. – Yes, that sounded reasonable. Well, one could give it a try…