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Faust
Extra chapter: origin of ‘Faust’

Extra chapter: origin of ‘Faust’

Before the canal was built, before Faust was first used for smuggling, back before it was named Faust.

(For convenience I will keep referring to it as Faust.)

When the city was just a fishing village. The waves of revolution came, people fought, and bloody battles are won by the revolutionaries with methods unknown to the people. The people of Faust don't care about the change of regimes since it doesn't affect them at all, why should they care about it?

That is until one of them starts listening to the radio and found the pirate channel of the guerrillas. Every afternoon they will have a speech about the importance of liberty, fairness, freedom, love, and the significance to dream of a life free from oppression and dictation. The speaker was the leader of the revolutionary army who calls themselves 'mosquetero del rey'.

Every day, people of this small fishing village will gather around the only radio in town awaiting passionately the deep, stoic but vigorous voice of Roldán, the charming leader of the resistance, a knight in shining armor who sworn to save the country from all the injustices and torments cost by the evil leader.

Young men bid their mothers goodbye and joined the guerrilla, wife kiss their husbands twice on the forehead for good luck. They sing while waving their hats in the air.

Wrinkles crawled on the soldier's señoritas, sickness put their mothers in a wheelchair, and television was invented so the people of Faust could curse at the face of their great leader. Because it's always good to have someone to blame for right? And the more they hate the government the more they adore Roldán, some historians found records of deification.

Official record (poor reliability) states the warfare lasted 11 years. The loved ones waited for their returns. Every afternoon, they will listen to the inspirational words of Roldán, promising that righteousness will prevail and the battles had been won 'We will reach the capital in no time' This become a slang in the future meaning false promises.

Years passed until one day, on the National day of our country, the resistance launched a surprise attack in the capital. They won and executed almost everyone in the office. Some say they could see the blood on Roldán's 'Manche Mousquetaire' when he gave a National speech right after the fight ends.

The war is over. They're free, everyone is freed. But most importantly, the sons and husbands of many can come back home. They name the little plaza where folks used to listen to the radio 'Mosquetero', and not just Faust but all over the country people changed their street names, and their children's names after the revolutionary army.

There is no official record of how many guerrillas died in the span of warfare. All we know is not even 1 out of ten came back home. And those that did came back with PTSD, drug addiction, alcoholism, and waking up at 3 in the morning with cold sweats. They were the broken souls of time. And the one thing they have in common is these soldiers never speak of what happened after they left home. Not even to their own.

What comes after, no one anticipated...... well, no one but them.

Roldán announced the abolition of Congress, the restoration of monarchy. And declare himself a 'Humble servant of the people, pioneer of the new age, founder of our great nation reborn! .......and its new king." That's when people realized 'mosquetero del rey', the 'Rey' was referring to himself all this time.

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Absolute power corrupts absolutely. He was worse than the family he executed. The whole country was in lockdown, riots broke out. The sound of people was ignored, but now it's being monitored.

Three weeks after the manifesto and the legislation of the new law. At Faust shoreline, in a bar where veterans of revolution like to go for a drink or two.

16 old guerrilla fighters killed themselves, leaving their journals and a letter with all 16 of their signatures (now in the museum).

They exposed what Roldán did during the revolution in the name of a better tomorrow. Some of the details are still classified today, the official reason is 'Not suitable for the eyes of public'.

Veteran suicide is not news but 16 at once caught people's attention even in a little fishing village like Faust. The king's man came days later, then, Roldán himself came to Faust to attend all 16 of their funerals.

He made a speech in the town square to express his condolences to his brave brothers in arms, he wept, the camera zoomed in and he continued talking.

Close to the end of the speech, a little boy squeezed through the crowd of people and the crotch of personal security of Roldán.

He was off town with his mother to visit relatives in a nearby city, in the amphitheater there he saw a foreign opera name 'Faust'. He didn't understand the play completely so he asked his mother to explain the plot on the way back home.

The little boy's mother used the easiest way to explain it but he still doesn't understand why there is blood on Faust's hand. The mother told the boy he could ask his father to explain it again. His father's always a better storyteller.

But he can't. Because the little boy's father drank the same poisoned wine with his 15 other comrades. The people in town hid the journals and the letter from the king's secret police and gave the freshly made widow the journal of her husband. The mother read the journal over and over again. Even today, you can still see the words on it blurred by tears.

The mother who was drunk as it get at the time, pointed at Roldán's face on television and shouted "Maldito diablo! Maldito diablo!"

The little boy doesn't have a clear understanding of what's 'the devil' but he remembers that's what his mother told him on the way back. Mefistófeles

The little boy doesn't have a clear understanding of why his father killed himself since his mother doesn't allow him to read his father's journal. But by his mother's reaction and what people told him he understood the man on TV killed his father somehow. And he's coming here tomorrow.

So the boy waited. In the crowd of people. Until the moment came he passed the guard, pull out his father's pistol, and shouted.

"Muerte a mefistófeles!"

The bullet didn't exactly kill Roldán right away, in fact. He died of infection 18 hours later. But the boy was killed by the guards immediately after the shot. The whole process was televised.

So begin another round of chaos and bloodshed. The last words of the boy became the motto of a new revolution. Dictators come and go the country gets into an endless cycle until two things came. Money and canal.

In some way, the canal saved the country and made Faust what it is today. Whose idea was it to build the canal still remains a mystery. Some say it was the Americans or the advisor of one of the rulers or some rich opportunist.

People fight when their lives are shit, but when you can live in the wealthiest country on the continent. Who gives a damn about revolutions or totalitarianism? The freedom fighters, the people, and even the dictators in the capital know that opportunists of the free world don't work with dictators.

Money made them soft, since why the fuck would you care about democracy when you can get even more filthy rich just by stamping the ships passing through? As time passes by, the regime slowly lets go of its iron fist until the curtain drops. The country became a 'republic'.

Causa latet, vis est notissima.

Now the country became one of the biggest business centers in this part of the earth. Nobody cares about the grim and depressing history of it. The government is now working 'for the people' as the congress are back. The Mosquetero streets across the country are getting renamed, Roldán and his followers belong in the history books along with dozens more after him.

The only thing of reminder is the little fishing village by the shoreline which is now a metropolis. The citizens changed its name to Faust after the assignation of Roldán.

What was meant as a warning now seems like a mockery.