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What was easier to hijack than democracy? Like most things in the world of men, democracy was principally a question of money, and the prince had plenty.
“Here’s all you need to fill your booths and go on a nice little tour of the hinterlands. Campaign in the name of God. Distribute the boxes in the name of God and the Party of God,”
The villagers were completely discombobulated. Most of them hadn’t even chosen their spouses, and now they were meant to choose who would govern them.
Like many modern-day items, newspapers hadn’t yet reached Nawa, and even if they had, most of the population was illiterate.
The Nawa villagers were delighted to learn that they were the people, though they wondered since when. In their isolation, they had started to believe that they were just the Nawis, and that nobody was interested in their fate, much less their opinions. Nobody had ever asked them anything at all before, and nobody else had been here freezing during harsh winters when they lacked heat, wool, and shoes, and when the sight of little children walking barefoot in the snow broke the hearts of the powerless adults. Nobody came to Nawa. Well, almost nobody.
the top story on the nightly news. The very next day, a presidential decree mandated the creation of a solidarity fund fed by an obligatory tax. People gave for the Nawis and the like, the forgotten of the earth, but in the end the only ones they were able to save from misery were the Handsome One and his in-laws.
