Well done James!

That morning, the sweet tune of my mobile woke me up. It was the Secretary General. In a firm voice he told me: “Execute plan 3 and report back before midnight”. My reply was equally brief: “Yes Mr. Secretary General”.

It took me just a few minutes to get through my breakfast washed down with a glass of 1964 vintage Champagne. I put on my leather bomber jacket and my Prosac induced smile, and closed the door on my luxury villa overlooking the sea. A sports car was waiting for me. At the airport I jumped into a private jet, which took off immediately.

Upon arrival at the first capital city, the Head of State greeted me on the tarmac accompanied by a guard of honour. I handed him a small multi-coloured box and told him: “If you don’t disarm immediately, this box will destroy your entire military machine.” He looked at me and saw I wasn’t joking and assured me that all the arms of his country would be destroyed before midnight.

Without losing a minute I climbed back into my plane and departed. I visited 190 capitals in this way and each time I left one of the small multi-coloured boxes, which everybody feared so much.

By midnight I was back in my luxury villa overlooking the sea. I had hardly emptied my glass of 1964 vintage Champagne when the telephone rang. It was the Secretary General. “Mission accomplished” I told him. And he replied “Well done James!”.

Just as I was wondering why he had called me “James” the alarm clock rang. I woke up terribly disappointed. But imagine my surprise when I found on my bedside table a small multi-coloured box! Cautiously I opened it and a funny little clown popped up. “Happy New Year Daddy!” cried my children. Suddenly my grey January sky turned blue at the sight of their enchanting smile.

The editorial team wishes you a happy New Year, may it bring us all peace and health.

Editor-in-Chief, Jean Michel Jakobowicz