The ruling city committees were also working on a whole range of measures for operating whatever infrastructures were required for keeping alive the survivors of the population. This required the rebuilding of transportation systems, food processing centers, distribution systems, storage facilities, and allocation of whatever resources were available. All of this fell under the general care of the government's emergency operating committees. Whatever economic resource was necessary for keeping the country alive, was either created or expropriated, or donated. The entire recovery-system was run by volunteers at first. Eventually the army joined thee effort. Likewise a rapidly growing civil-service force emerged. In time a real government emerged from this background.

      It took eight weeks altogether to put the country back together again to the point that the newly formed government could issue a brand new dollar and create a brand new government-controlled credit system that replaced the various interim structures. Those eight weeks has been weeks of agony against a background of wide spread starvation. During those weeks the "general welfare" provision of the Preamble of the US Constitution became the guiding star in the dark of that deep night.



      The Caracas Conference was finally convened after the worst of the effects of the crisis had passed. It was vigorously pushed by the UN, which still represented the Old World that in reality no longer existed, which existed only in dreams and in the minds of those who refused to accept the New Reality.

      It was at this very point, when a new political and economic order was reestablished that new threats of war came from the imperial camps. Those threats had only been rumors before, emerging on the horizon like an approaching storm. There existed no global justice system in the world that could untangle the twisted fragments of the Old World. The oligarchs, who still had the means, the connections, and the arrogance, threatened a nuclear war against any opponent, boasting that they could still pull this off with the aid of a few traitors that had remained loyal to their cause. In the shadow of this terror they aimed to reclaim the world's wealth in physical resources that they impudently insisted to be their rightful property. The Caracas Conference was urged by them, and supported by many nations, to put water onto this fire by consenting to the oligarchs' demands. Rumors were heard on the grapevine that the unofficial goal was to re-legitimize every single claim of property and related rights anywhere in the world, and to enforce those rights by the force of sanction, even a UN imposed taxation of all the debtor nations that owed them, no matter that the USA had officially forgiven those debts.

      I found it strange that the Caracas Conference was not called to explore the economic questions involved for rebuilding a viable world-economy. In spite of the hunger that still existed in some countries, and the dying that had not yet ended, and the huge overturning that had taken place, the global political world had not changed. The quest for looting continued. The nuclear weapons stalemate still existed. Americas' missiles were still intact. The Soviet's giant 30-warhead SS-X-27 missiles were still in their silos. It appeared that total insanity was on the rise again as the world's oligarchy had reasserted itself, its networks, and also its prerogative to control those weapons and with them the world by the treat of terror. This renewal of that old threat heightened the significance of the Caracas Conference that came to light in my mind as a crossroads opportunity to create a new and better world. In preparing for Caracas, I remembered my promise to Olive many times, to be the rebel rouser that would turn the entire setup upside down.

      Ah, but how to do it? How does one change the world in opposition to the powers that claim to rule the world? How does one face such a foe especially in such a tragic time as was upon us, a time of general impotence?

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Stories about War from novels by Rolf A. F. Witzsche