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Rio Negro
He was pretty good at repression.
Had to be. With almost all big projects,
which had been realized according to his plans,
there had been resistance. Whether they were politicians Environmentalist or entrepreneur - anyone
always bothered that he was building something,
that was associated with change.
Change in the sense of improvement, of which he
almost always convinced.
He looked in the mirror. Somehow the baths are in
Five-star hotels all the same, he thought. At least
in Brazil.
It was 9:00. One more hour until the press conference Before him on the marble ledge stood the Pour Homme-
Flacon. It's funny that last night of all nights he was
one of the environmental activists the Van Cleef & Arpels fragrance
...as a gift. He still knew him from the 80's,
but had somehow forgotten him They had been eating in a very good restaurant He had wondered how loose and undogmatic the
Representatives from the N.I. N.I. stood for Naturaleza Intacto.
You had calmly explained to him the consequences that the
Project. And he had listened quietly As always.
Mostly they were bridges he had built,
often very difficult, expensive and with dangers
related projects. Suspension bridges, double-decker-
bridges, arch bridges. Over the Congo, the Nile,
the Brahmaputra, the Pilcomayo Bridges that only he could build. That had nothing to do with
to do presumptuous things. It was just a fact But this project, to which this morning he had his
Statement at the press conference,
was a little different. A gigantic dam
at the Rio Negro. A project that involves enormous amounts of
of clean energy. But also a big
Destroy a piece of nature. And give many people their
I could make a living. Well, the most powerful
and richest energy company in Brazil would already
take care of them.
Now he took the black bottle in his hand and >br /> gave himself a few good sprays Yes, there it was, the wonderful top note, just like he wrote it in
I had a memory. More or less, anyway.
A dry lemon note, somewhat hardened by >br /> Juniper and made cool by unwavering
Lavender freshness.
He got dressed. White shirt, Armani suit. None /br /> Tie. He decided to have breakfast later. Sober
he was the most eloquent, always has been.
Now came the unmistakable Spice Symphony, something
pleasant bitterness through rough nutmeg and sage warmth,
yes, rough and warm at the same time, good qualities for makers,
he thought. He fluffed up on the sofa of his suite and zapped
through the TV channels. Just stay relaxed.
30 minutes to the appointment. Well, the conference room
of the hotel should already be full, the bosses of the electricity
company wanted to give the assembled press a few more things
on their new green electricity programme for large cities
tell. He wouldn't be on until 10:00.
And he wouldn't show up a minute earlier. Actually
he'd rather have her wait a little. Rockstars
did the same thing.
And now the most beautiful part of the fragrance began. It came
basically more and more together - to the spices
dark flower tones crept in, self-confident and
kind of imperturbable, carnation, a little stern rose.
And in addition shady patchouli tones, dry, almost dusty
Wooden notes, serious and somehow brave. Accompanied by
a certain clean, beige-colored, calm
Soap, which seemed innocent and experienced at the same time.
Up to every trick in the book.
How could he have forgotten that perfume? He went to the window and looked out. Downstairs, seven floors--
works deeper, the cars pushed their way through the street.
His gaze wandered higher, beyond the roofs in
Direction of the city border, where somewhere the untamed
Nature began.
10 minutes to go until the conference.
Now all the elements were in a common, single-
like softness, balsamic,
fearless, very calm and composed.
He stepped up to the microphone.
Tak,tak, he tapped it with his finger.
The hall system transmitted it clearly.
It was a habit, he almost did it
instinctive.
Fifty or sixty faces were looking at him with curiosity.
He let her fidget a little bit longer He always enjoyed that moment Then he remembered his speech. What was it again
the entry point? The scent of Pour Homme came as a small
Cloud into his nose and said: Improvise again,
like you used to do...
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen," he said and
was looking for individual pairs of eyes despite the backlighting. "It's going to
there won't be a dam. At least not with me."
Had to be. With almost all big projects,
which had been realized according to his plans,
there had been resistance. Whether they were politicians Environmentalist or entrepreneur - anyone
always bothered that he was building something,
that was associated with change.
Change in the sense of improvement, of which he
almost always convinced.
He looked in the mirror. Somehow the baths are in
Five-star hotels all the same, he thought. At least
in Brazil.
It was 9:00. One more hour until the press conference Before him on the marble ledge stood the Pour Homme-
Flacon. It's funny that last night of all nights he was
one of the environmental activists the Van Cleef & Arpels fragrance
...as a gift. He still knew him from the 80's,
but had somehow forgotten him They had been eating in a very good restaurant He had wondered how loose and undogmatic the
Representatives from the N.I. N.I. stood for Naturaleza Intacto.
You had calmly explained to him the consequences that the
Project. And he had listened quietly As always.
Mostly they were bridges he had built,
often very difficult, expensive and with dangers
related projects. Suspension bridges, double-decker-
bridges, arch bridges. Over the Congo, the Nile,
the Brahmaputra, the Pilcomayo Bridges that only he could build. That had nothing to do with
to do presumptuous things. It was just a fact But this project, to which this morning he had his
Statement at the press conference,
was a little different. A gigantic dam
at the Rio Negro. A project that involves enormous amounts of
of clean energy. But also a big
Destroy a piece of nature. And give many people their
I could make a living. Well, the most powerful
and richest energy company in Brazil would already
take care of them.
Now he took the black bottle in his hand and >br /> gave himself a few good sprays Yes, there it was, the wonderful top note, just like he wrote it in
I had a memory. More or less, anyway.
A dry lemon note, somewhat hardened by >br /> Juniper and made cool by unwavering
Lavender freshness.
He got dressed. White shirt, Armani suit. None /br /> Tie. He decided to have breakfast later. Sober
he was the most eloquent, always has been.
Now came the unmistakable Spice Symphony, something
pleasant bitterness through rough nutmeg and sage warmth,
yes, rough and warm at the same time, good qualities for makers,
he thought. He fluffed up on the sofa of his suite and zapped
through the TV channels. Just stay relaxed.
30 minutes to the appointment. Well, the conference room
of the hotel should already be full, the bosses of the electricity
company wanted to give the assembled press a few more things
on their new green electricity programme for large cities
tell. He wouldn't be on until 10:00.
And he wouldn't show up a minute earlier. Actually
he'd rather have her wait a little. Rockstars
did the same thing.
And now the most beautiful part of the fragrance began. It came
basically more and more together - to the spices
dark flower tones crept in, self-confident and
kind of imperturbable, carnation, a little stern rose.
And in addition shady patchouli tones, dry, almost dusty
Wooden notes, serious and somehow brave. Accompanied by
a certain clean, beige-colored, calm
Soap, which seemed innocent and experienced at the same time.
Up to every trick in the book.
How could he have forgotten that perfume? He went to the window and looked out. Downstairs, seven floors--
works deeper, the cars pushed their way through the street.
His gaze wandered higher, beyond the roofs in
Direction of the city border, where somewhere the untamed
Nature began.
10 minutes to go until the conference.
Now all the elements were in a common, single-
like softness, balsamic,
fearless, very calm and composed.
He stepped up to the microphone.
Tak,tak, he tapped it with his finger.
The hall system transmitted it clearly.
It was a habit, he almost did it
instinctive.
Fifty or sixty faces were looking at him with curiosity.
He let her fidget a little bit longer He always enjoyed that moment Then he remembered his speech. What was it again
the entry point? The scent of Pour Homme came as a small
Cloud into his nose and said: Improvise again,
like you used to do...
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen," he said and
was looking for individual pairs of eyes despite the backlighting. "It's going to
there won't be a dam. At least not with me."
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