How difficult it was to find a woman for Frank and how easy it was for Allen. At his first corporate job Allen immediately realized the golf is a must sport for anybody who wants to move up in life. And even though the membership in the golf club was a significant expense for the young engineer, he spent money without hesitation. Allen was well prepared before he showed up there for the first time. He took private lessons, bought best equipment and expensive golf attire.
The investment paid of handsomely. The first time he was there, Karen the 19 years beautiful daughter of company vice president noticed a new attractive young club member and they went to their first date one month later. They looked so handsome together. Young, tall, well dressed with wide all American smiles and heavy chins. Like they just came off from Polo Ralf Lauren ad.
At the time Karen was attending private liberal arts women’s college majoring in classics. She was thrilled to have a boyfriend several years older, with exquisite gentlemanly manners. Not at all like these young boys with acne on their faces and cars borrowed from father for the night, as most of her girlfriends had. Allen was the man she read about in Jane Austin novels and dreamed to meet sometimes in her life. The fact that he appeared sooner than she expected was only a bonus. Karen thought that she was speared of all the heartache of looking for prince charming for years. Even her parents were really pleased despite Allen somewhat humble background the young man was clearly ambitious and promising.

Early Seventies. California. Frank just graduated Berkley University with engineering degree and got hired by division of Sony Corporation in San Francisco. His first day on the job was a dramatic introduction to corporate world. After an impulse to quit right away he decided to make an effort to fit in, since the other alternative was to go back home. He stayed. After a few months he realized that one more day in his office and he could get violent. He saved a little money and it allowed him to buy a motorcycle. That weekend he left SF and rode his motorcycle down Highway 1, following the Pacific coast.
He went to study on the other coast because as teenager he got so sick of his family presenting Allan to him as an example of all possible virtues that going as far as possible from home became a priority. Berkley was such a gust of freedom and warmth after stuffy and traditional environment he grew up, that Frank thought he could stay there forever, but few years later he graduated and come face to face with real life…

Plea to few readers I have: I've changed the previous entry, because Patrick convinced me that I'm going too fast. Please do not abandon me

The USB drive has complete results of several years of work of his and Harry and the gift to humanity which could change the course of history. Harry disappeared two days ago and Frank received USB by mail today. He realized what was there without even putting it in computer.
Harry first started to develop the product while working as an engineer in AH Electric a large energy company owned by his older brother Allan and in a small part by him. AH Electric specialization was developing and producing electric generators and Harry was a head of R&D unit for the last 15 years. The company was making money and their products sold around the world. Allan didn’t care what Harry is working on as long as Harry stayed out of the marketing, finances, PR and all other aspects of running the company. At this point Allan thought that Harry already did everything that Allan could possibly use. Harry developed all best selling AH generators.
Harry was a blissful man. He was happy to go home and elated to go to work. He had a lovely family, teacher wife and two kids in high and middle school. His house in Philly suburbs looked so picturesque that could be a model for Kinkaid painting. He loved his work and happily delegated all management responsibilities to Allan. His R&D unit with several really gifted engineers was the workplace which any talented person can dream about.

Back to Werners brothers.
Fast forward to March of 2010. Brooklyn NY. After midnight. A group of homeless are sitting around fire under Brooklyn Bridge. Some are smoking a joint, other drinking cheap beer, eating leftovers, which they got hanging around restaurants at closing time. Frank a man in his mid fifty, but looking somewhat older because of bad teeth and graying untidy hear and beard. He appears rather uncertain, but very much belongs to the company, some people know him by name. A cigarette lighter he holding in his hand at close look turns out to be USB drive.

And now back to Werner’s brothers….

Allan was born before WWII. He was polite and quiet young boy. Good but not a great student. His leadership qualities became more apparent in high school. By the time he was an engineering student in University of Pennsylvania everybody knew that the young man headed for great corporate career. He was a good engineer, but more importantly understood how to work with people, how to turn any situation to his advantage. Early in his youth he learned to calculate every move several steps ahead. As a result he graduated as a president of his class and his connections from college were bearing fruits throughout his career. He was the pride of the family. Father who never had a chance at higher education was thrilled and openly bragged to his neighbors about Allan.

Herman spent most of his teen years assembling crystal radios and playing with an Erector set. He was just three years younger then Allan and looked up to him, but at the same time he could never figure out how his somewhat mediocre older brother (at least compare with him) was going thru life with such ease and was loved by people without giving much back to anybody. He followed his steps to engineering department in University of Pennsylvania.

Frank was much younger and a very different boy…

Fall 2005, Bologna Italy. Patrick and I are drinking in a sidewalk café.
Just like this one:

Life is beautiful and crazy ideas come naturally. So after couple glasses of wine (may be more, but who is counting) we come up with idea for a novel: parody on Ayn Rand where her adoration for free market capitalism instead of saving the world brings it down. I wonder why this idea comes back to us now....

A little bit of Dostoevsky comes into play along with Phillip Roth.

So we set it up in United States a bit after WWII. America is a country of hope.
Werners are well to do German-American family living in Pennsylvania suburbs. Three boys: Adolf, Herman and Fritz. The father runs a gas station. He is hard working, self-conscious about German roots after WWII. He decided to change boys name to good American: Allan, Harry and Frank.

will continue....