One Journalist of the
Lusesurbe Informer, a foreign, national newsletter from Nostrasia stood up quickly and called to the Fornoiren representation in his heavy accent, trying not to make eye contact with the Union' representatives, as Nostrasia does not recognize them as a nation but as mere terrorists.
The man was dressed up in a straw beater hat, a tanned suit with matching trousers as well as shoes and a necktie. The fashion of Nostrasia.
"Mr. Prime Minister, I am from the Lusesurbe Informer, I'd like to know if any measures will be taken to quell the communist rebellions inside your country that will happen because of this defeat. Isn't it your duty to stop the red menace? Will you release the information about the damage the terrorist cells have inflicted upon the city? Why will there be no retaliation against this attack? Is the Fornoiren Military in such a weakend state?"
The Journalist took out a pen and paper and an assistant next to him, that was similarily dressed up, took a shot with a camera that looked drastically old but classy in a sense. As he pressed the button it made a loud noise and blinded everyone infront of it with its flash. Simply Nostrasia.