“The horror, the horror”, I like to think that monster Henry Kissinger uttered those words when his last moments were hopefully plagued by images of his blood soaked legacy. 

I felt no peace reading this book, just a profound sadness and resentment. Over 100 years after this novella was written the world still hasn’t learned it’s lesson, colonialism and imperialism wears mask, whole countries are being blown up and our kids will ask us the same questions we asked our predecessors “how could you have let that happen?”.