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PM: Independence is the "golden prize of a generation"

From the less than austere surroundings of the Senate's Third Hall, Prime Minister-elect Gydren Satirin declared the independence of Aava Maa following 5 years of struggle against the United Macronistic States' forces, as a "golden prize" for the new generation "to claim as their own."

Mr Satirin, widely expected to call a General Election as soon as the post-independence furvour has calmed, wished to thank everyone who had, "through peacefullness and diplomacy", made Aava Maa freedom a reality. It was in the year 2000 when forces loyal to rouge state Laan invaded at YgliTent demanding the formation of a new state on extreme communist lines. The last remaining forces were deported to the International Crimes Court in December 2004.

Celebrations across the 5 islands of Aava Maa continued well into the night. In the capital, Skopje, Prime Minister Satirin and his multi-party governing council were guests of honour at the UN Embassy, recently re-opened on Parliament Square.

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While listening for reports of their daring -and surely headlining!- take-over of the uninhabited St.Kilda archipelago off Scotland, frustrated and unrecognised Skildirese utopians first caught word of Aava Maa's long-awaited independence.

"Hey!" Called one from the radio room at the main island's civilian-run British radar station so recently stormed by the rabble, "Isn't that Flibbins' home?"

"Flibbins?" Replied another voice, form the next room. "Oh! You mean Gog*, he's changed his name, at last. Yeah, I think 'e come from there, 'ere, Gog! Come listen t' this!"

Some time later, after it was decided that Flibbins was probably making-up his Aava Maarian heritige because of its interesting revolutionary value in his present company, the Skildirese concluded that, after talking about it for so long, it would only make sense to send congratulations to the new, ah, well, nobody had found out whether it was to call itself a republic.

As a result, the less than lavish greetings card posted to the newly free nation was addressed to, "the people and government of the free Aava maa". It was signed, "Speaker David and the St.Kilda Parliament", where after every adult member of the shiny new island society had added their mark, leaving a few dozen names in all.

Well, modest as it may be, it was the first diplomatic extension sent by the Skildirese since, in 1930, their predecessors petitioned Her [sic] Majesty's Government to assist them all in leaving the island for the mainland.

*Ref. 40cym note, guide-to... thread. It turns out that I couldn't resist stealing the name!

"My king, My king, a new nation is in our reports."said Ankhaten a 19yr. old young scribe.

"What are you waiting for?Write them a message!"said King Thunit.

We would like to have an alliance with you,and a trade-route.If you need it we can protect you...please respond!

Consider this as a message of congraluations from the people of Lokiaa. In addition, should you wish, an exchange of embassies and emisseraies will be arranged.

"It doesn't feel like we are free at all...."


67 year old Hylda Crenit is trying to find the correct money for her weekly shopping in a neat little purse she can hardly hold without shaking. The cashier is not rushing the pensioner, and even helps her identify the coins and notes in her hand. Hylda takes one bag of shopping, containing fruit, rice and bottled water, and begins the slow, shaky walk home. Hylda is one of the thousands of pensioners who feel a general unease since Aava Maa declared full independence a week ago.

"I still have no money for food," she tells me. "I still have to walk a mile to the shops, and there's little I can afford." There is a pause as she crosses the road. "Little as there always was."

Hylda lives in the village of Flad in YgliTent district, a small community of 200 people. Her home is kept tidy, and a national flag is fluttering in her garden. "It doesn't feel like we're free," she tells me making a cup of sweet tea. "All this paper work and all this.." she struggles for the word. "All this forms and phone calls."

When Aava Maa declared its freedoms, it all appeared rushed and too much for those who had almost becomes accustomed to living under the control of other forces. Hylda spends her day in the garden or watching television. She wants to vote in elections, but does not beleive there will be any. She does not trust the interim council much at all. She calls them "the occupiers", and assures me she means this.

When I say goodbye to Hylda, to allow her to talk to her son on her telephone it costs 5cym a week to rent from the District Elderly Support Unit, I wonder whether her concern is well placed. Like so many she does not trust the freedom will mean elections and more money. Her pension barely covers the costs of rent and food, and the promise of affluence for all is not working here. She leans out of the front window and wishes me well. I wave, get into my car, and leave Flad to the sunshine and fluttering flags.