<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">When:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">4 days before the meeting in New York.</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Where:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Trenchtown, Kingston, Jamaica</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Who:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Jaclyn and Asp.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/2385/eotcdgr8scvudk8zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong> Jaclyn Rosendahl </strong><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;"><del>Courtesan Vajayjay</del></span><br/><del>Her Mistress’ Thief</del><br/><em>About her</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">         </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… my sleep is undisturbed, dreams or otherwise, until I’m nudged with a soft suggestion for breakfast … I use the lavatory and return to my seat in time for scrambled eggs and a warm bagel with cream cheese and some smoked salmon and fresh fruit and blessed coffee … Vienna seems so far away … looing out the window I see clouds and ocean and then islands  … my companion confirms we’re heading for Jamaica … perhaps the safest place we could go … the first hotel … and the women know how we struggled together to understand how to do this well … yes, a safe place … we land and I use papers my companion hands me and all is smooth … our driver is vaguely familiar and the several others I know by demeanor … these are the warriors the women spoke of … their attitude toward my companion Asp is one of accepting her as their superior … interesting … our car moves us briskly through the traffic and deep into the Kingston ghetto … I knew this existed, just not how bad it actually is … this is where ‘my’ women come from … the barrio in Vegas should have hinted this yet the barrio is much newer … our quarters by contrast are superb … <br/><br/>… after some lunch and a nap, I bathe and examine the closet … Asp said to dress local and there are several outfits available … I pick one yet ask Asp if she can request a local woman to help me with the garments … and not long after, an elderly woman arrives and with great respect explains in pidgin English how to wear each each piece and soon enough both Asp and I are dressed for the evening and perhaps successfully disguised as locals … we exit the building into a normal looking taxi, though several other cars move along with us through the winding streets … we arrive at what appears to be a very festive building and get out … Asp steers me through the crowd, two women going to a party … though it’s obvious other women and men are moving with us in a protective pattern … inside we proceed up a side stairs and into a room set up as – OMG a throne room! … there’s a large armchair on a slightly raised dais at one end … Asp speaks up …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">“The women at the hotel here are managing all this. I suggest you honor them by accepting what they have chosen.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… so we walk to the end and Asp hands me up … a woman enters the room and we recognize each other … this is the one I first approached years ago about starting the hotel … she is  one whom some at the time called an authority figure in the Rastafari religion … I had cautiously approached Trenchtown, staying at small hotels farther and farther into the ghetto and eating local … I was finally approached by one asking what I was doing there and I told him I was looking for the most important woman in Trenchtown to talk about business and making money … he had led me to this one … we talked … she told me she would arrange for a place for me to stay and I moved closer to the center of Trenchtown … we met again … she perceived I had once been a male … “All are equal in Jah’s eyes.” … I asked about Jah … she asked about my religion and I said I practiced none and believed in as little as I needed to get by … several nights later, she took me to a Grounding – a ceremony for joining disparate Rastas in common understanding … my general plan for a tourist hotel owned and run by women aligned with their striving for social justice … and thus the first hotel was built … and here she was …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">“Jaclyn, my friend! Welcome to our humble celebration. We will soon celebrate you as the face of what we have been able to achieve following the plan you proposed to me so long ago. But first there are several who desire to speak with you briefly. We have judged their messages worthy and trust you will hear them for for what they are. The first is one of our menfolk and his guest who he will introduce.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she stood to my right on the dais and clapped her hands … I noticed Asp go into what could only be ‘prepare for the worst’ pose, a tenseness and hardening about the eyes and one hand inside her garment as though readying a weapon … two men entered … both approached and bowed low … the first spoke, introducing himself as a speaker for a men’s club in Trenchtown … my friend leaned down and told me that was code for gang … he spoke of the club’s alliance with a similar group from Brazil known as the Primeiro Comando da Capital (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Primeiro_Comando_da_Capital) … I visibly flinched … Asp stepped closer … the second man spoke … he affirmed he was an ambassador for the PCC … he acknowledged they had placed a price on my head for assisting the police – and Interpol but he did not say that – disrupting their method for moving humans and material between Brazil and other places … he announced that the price had been removed and that they were at least in part learning the lesson of how to work the way the women had learned in Jamaica … small steps that build community and less so on wholesale attacks on the oligarchs – yes he used that word – who run the countries and the world … he called it taking it back a little at a time … and that the mothers were learning to lead it and the boys could do little other than obey their mothers … that was his message, the PCC was aligned with the tiny women’s movement … as was the Jamaican ‘men’s club … I took a breath and dredged up a little bit of Portuguese …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Obrigado meu amigo. I hear and am grateful. Unfortunately I am not currently in any position to help your mothers with their goals. Yet please give them my very best regards and hopes. Obrigado.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I had thought that was the end, but it was not … the two men had stepped aside and my Jamaican friend clapped her hands … a man and woman in western suits entered … the woman introduced herself as the acting US Ambassador to Jamaica and the man as the FAI representative to the embassy … Asp somehow did not react … the man removed something from his coat pocket – cautiously so no one could mistake what he was doing – and brought out a sheaf of folded paper …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">“Miss Rosendahl, my I offer an apology on behalf of the FAI. What I hold here is the <abbr title="Foreign Surveillance Intelligence Act, aka Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act">FSIA</abbr> court finding that the warrant issued for your arrest is rescinded. On behalf of the new Director, the FAI offers an apology for the great harm caused to the resort in Las Vegas and to you personally. We trust you understand none of this can become public knowledge, the congress and other would convulse in ways none of us care to imagine. And now Madam Ambassador has the rest of the apology.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… he offers the paper to whoever would take them and Asp steps forward … a flicker in the agent’s eyes when he recognizes Asp is one of awe and respect … the Ambassador removes an envelope from her pocket …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">“Miss Rosendahl, in light of the FSIA Court and FAI’s actions, State is pleased to present you with a new Passport and Global Entry Card. The photograph used was from your previous documentation and if you would like a new photograph, please visit us at the Embassy and we will make that happen. And may I add, I have heard a little of what you have done with the Jamaican people and tell you that I will personally do what I can to support your work. The Embassy of course cannot do anything official, yet I as well as some among my associates will do what we can when asked. The opportunity in Brazil seems very promising. Thank you for all you have done.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Asp accepts the envelope … the Ambassador bows and they both stand at attention …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Thank you Madame Ambassador, Special Agent. This allows me to reconsider what I said to the gentleman from Brazil.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I gesture to the woman standing next to me and whisper …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“May we invite them all to the party? Or should I arrange to meet with the first two tomorrow? Up to you, it’s your party.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she whispers back that I may invite them … I scan the four and then fix the fellow from Brazil with my gaze…</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Thank you all of you for the gifts you have brought me. They are as you perceive life changing. Please if your schedules permit join us in a few minutes for dinner here. As I’m sure you can surmise, I have much to think on and that affects our Brazilian friend in particular. We would honor you.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the two from the embassy decline and take their leave … the two gang members accept … I’m escorted into the dining room where a hush is followed by applause as I take my seat … I reorganize to put Asp at my side … I accept a drink – some sort of alcoholic punch and Asp takes water … and Asp leans in for a quiet conversation …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">“Yes, this is something we have worked toward because as I’m sure you can surmise we expect from you more of what you were doing before the Fat Man fell off the edge and du Monde got her claws into you. I suggest you go to New York to see if you can save your company from du Monde – we’re working suggested strategies for your consideration – and then make a trip to Brazil. Let them decide where. And we have some thoughts to share with you about the Favelas (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Favela). That is for tomorrow. Tonight I suggest you tell him you will visit in several weeks and establish how you will communicate with them.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I nod and thank her, knowing that thanks means little to her yet it is something she deserves … Asp is my enigma and she will do much to keep me or anyone from solving her … I turn back to the Rasta woman and together we start the party … I jot a napkin note asking the Brazilian to visit me – they are seated off to one side … when he does I give him my message and he agrees to get me contact information sometime tomorrow … he and his local fellow leave the party shortly after eating … I receive many women associated with the hotel – from maids to managers … single message; “work so you and yours may live well” …</em></span></span><br/>