' I Caesar...' The crowd went wild. The noise was deafening. The scribes scribed hurriedly to keep pace. Caesar, mounted on his white stallion, surveyed the pomp, pageantry and glory of his people and empire. Roman legions, as far as the eye could see, writers, senators, scientists, engineers, architects, doctors, artists, philosophers and generals were all there.
Were they the best grandpa?, asked Hamza.
The banners were raised high. SPQR fluttering in the wind. Senatus Populusque Romanus, they proclaimed.
' Romans ' proclaimed Caesar, extending his arm. The sword glistened in the sun. Thousands of swords glistened in the sun. The shields shouted the power and might of Caesar and Rome.
' Romans' said Caesar, ' are not afraid of the future ' he said. ' Romans' said
Caesar proudly ' shape the future '.
'For the Senate and the People of Rome' proclaimed Caesar as he raised his
extended arm, sword raised, turned all round to face his army and people.
' This is the beginning' said Caesar, ' of a New Age '. Novus Ordo Seclorum.
His cape fluttered in the wind.' I am caesar' and ' I am Rome '.
But what happened grandpa? asked Hamza. Why did it happen grandpa?
The same as always Hamza, I said. They started to believe they were gods themselves.
Did the same thing happen in Athens grandpa? Yes I said.
Will you tell me their story, in Athens grandpa?
No son, I said. No more stories. I said.
In Athens, I said, I shall predict the future. By listenening to the stones. Exactly. Every single step of the future, I said. Hamza didn't believe me.
He was looking at the past glories of Rome...