‘It is the same, so why not? They pay for people to go to Corsica, so here is the same.’

  ‘Get it in writing, a legal document, and then get a few mixed homes going, any European citizen. And we’d take a non-European if they paid their medical bills. So if an American was here and had a villa he owned, and wanted to go Phase One, we’d take him.’

  ‘In France, you will take British people?’

  ‘Yes, my next project, but they’ll be nice places for richer British people already retired to the south of France.’

  ‘We are building a place for Mister Ross Daniels, for richer people, west of Malaga, towards Mijas, villas and apartments linked together, sixty apartments and sixty villas. It will be experiment.’

  ‘There’s a need for it. And it will fill quickly. But the bigger the better, even for rich people. Barclays nursing home holds more than a thousand people, many new friends to make.’

  ‘We have a company in Germany who think they can send us a thousand people…’

  ‘Fine, fill up a place west of Malaga, but I was due to meet the Germans soon, they’re jealous of France and Italy and want their own Frances House places, starting in Crete. Sweden wants nursing homes as well.’

  ‘The EU will endorse the approach?’

  ‘Yes, and I chat to them often. They will spend some money because it saves them money.’

  Heads were nodded.

  After a good look around, dark now, and a TV interview given, I headed back down the coast to my hotel, the media left here - with minibuses waiting for them. On the way back a chill went through me, and I checked the roads for danger.

  A shower, cup of tea made, and Laz appeared.

  He sat without checking the chair first, and began, ‘More prison guards have been arrested, Belmarsh Prison.’

  ‘It will run its course, and …. well, we start again fresh with new people when I open my own prisons.’

  ‘This time we tipped off the police, your name on the document.’

  I nodded. ‘This new wonder glass…’

  ‘Will do the job, I had a look. It is very hard and it retains more heat than … any other material. The small internal heater makes a difference as well.’

  ‘Good, we need glass walls.’

  ‘I … was saving the bad news to last.’

  I felt a sudden chill.

  He added, ‘The girl, Sarah in Galilee, she is dead.’

  My heart sank. ‘How?’

  ‘A Government Minister was visiting, but there was a man with a bomb. She spotted him and … grabbed the bomb and ran with it, blown to pieces. If she had not run with it … sixty would be dead, including her own parents.’

  I stood at the window and stared out. ‘Eli did not see it?’

  ‘No, and the man may have planned it just a day before, drove in, we would not see the detail unless close and focused.’

  ‘Eli is OK?’

  ‘He is … upset and angered, and blames himself some.’

  ‘Tell him to move on, he can’t be everywhere at the same time. And … she was meant to do that, now to be born again. Just that I wish there was another way. And yes, I fail to understand God’s grand plan with us reincarnated souls.’

  ‘You are to be tested, over and over.’ He waited.

  I sighed out as I sat down. ‘I know that, just that…’

  ‘You wish for a different way, and to save those you meet and like, caring for a stranded fish on a beach, not seeing the big picture.’

  With Laz gone I called Rita, and she cheered me up, and I spoke to Ross Daniels about developments here - as well as odd consignments left on docksides that we could buy.

  Back in a cold wet Britain, and the documentary news of the Spanish nursing home site aired, the message put across – our residents on the Costa del Sol were a very happy bunch. I would now push the advertising, I wanted more British expats signing up, but I would take a few German and French citizens as well.

  Ross Daniels called, and he had spoken to the manager in Malaga, who had spoken to the German company, who now said that they had elderly customers, fifty-six thousand of them, most interested in a Spanish Frances House.

  ‘Land will be expensive at the coast,’ I reminded him.

  ‘Not if it’s some place far out from the usual resorts, so I’ll have them look for a Scrofo Valley type of place. Costa Blanca maybe, or inland a mile or two.’

  ‘I suggest that you aim to be closer to Malaga, and inland a mile, best of both worlds.’

  ‘I’ll have them look, but there is land opposite where we’re building, north of Malaga.’

  ‘Where … exactly?’

  ‘Over the road, it was all owned by the same state company.’

  ‘So … we could have a large German place over the road, same warehouse, cost savings seen.’

  ‘Yah!’ he joked.

  I smiled. ‘The staff will need to be more efficient for the Germans,’ I quipped. ‘But … design a place with some Frances House style homes around the edges, big village of apartments and houses in the centre, water feature, sandy saltwater pools.’

  ‘Could pick up a few residents with more money, and the Germans have money,’ he suggested.

  ‘We need a few paintings of the planned site, ones that get people interested. One with small alleys and cafes and authentic Spanish houses with red tiles, a couple of water features, inviting blue pools.’

  ‘I know the people, I’ll have one made up, sent to that German company. Then they’ll all want to sign up!’

  ‘Yah, naturlich.’

 

 

  Geoff Wolak, Roskov, Book 25

 

 

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