One word that a politician will never say is “enough”
Carl Hiassen
The Tribe
It looked innocent enough on paper. The formation of another private limited company to invest in real estate in a country in which that was the national past time. These family businesses are insular in the land of the Natives especially in regard to any family of the Tribe. Though gregarious by nature the Tribe is inwardly select in matters of religion, union, and commerce. The Tribe lived at the intersection of capital and real assets and required no help from outside the clan.
The Tribe formed a private limited company in August of 2000 and capitalized it with 8.5 million of the local currency then worth $200,000. Had that been the end to it the Tribe and progeny would pass directorships and board seats down through generations and the company would not have merited a second glance.
It was, then, conspicuous that the brothers, post partition émigrés from the other side of an artificial line drawn in the still of a 1947 night, joined the company as directors on 31 July 2010. It was more than curious that the same brothers formed a resort company 11 days later as co directors capitalized with $ 20 million.
The brothers had no experience in the resort business. That they had experience in business at all was an open question. It appeared that the elder brother worked the docks as a freight forwarder while it is not clear how the younger passed his commercial time other than to sign whatever documents the elder put in front of him.
The resort story is for another time though it is enough to observe that the brothers were able to purchase and gain possession of a few parcels of land in a Native state in which doing so required divine intervention under laws designed to protect residents from lecherous interlopers.
The custom was that despite transactions future generations of the local sellers would void agreements and be vindicated by the courts. That a buyer was able to not only contract for the land on any terms and gain irreversible possession is a commercial act of no small measure. The brothers were clearly commercially or otherwise gifted.
On that land a resort was constructed with other people’s money to be managed by an international firm and sold after a relatively short holding period in a shotgun marriage. But we are interested in the next director to join the Tribe. The wife of the elder brother, a housewife and mother by trade, joined on August 25, 2012. This was her thirtieth directorship. Fifteen days later she and her daughter purchased a bundle of rights to $10 million worth of property in the Native capital for a partridge in a pear, or mango, tree.
Six years later she would walk into a bank with title to phantom properties in the Native commercial capital and walk out with $30 million which multiplied to $300 million by her husband and a banking system that believed roads built to nowhere without any probability of tolls being collected in any lifetime were a sound investment. It must have been her smile.
Vicenza
Vicenza is a sleepy town in the Italian region of Veneto known more for its sixteenth century architecture than being the birthplace in 1946 of the woman who 58 years later would be the political patriarch of the most populous democracy in the world.
Italy has shared much with the world. La Cosa Nostra, conspicuous consumption, fashion, corruption, romance, cars, wines, olives, and steel. Well not so much steel but it is central to our plot. In 1925 a company named Valbruna was born in Vicenza. It manufactured and exported stainless steel better and cheaper than the competition.
There are five steps in the process of making this steel and it is the third step that is Valbruna’s secret sauce. In 2004 Valbruna bought an American company out of bankruptcy in Fort Wayne, Indiana that would become its base of North American operations. Meanwhile, back in Vicenza, an enterprising Valbruna engineer named Zausa conspired with a stainless steel company of the Native’s to make off with Valbruna’s secret sauce.
At the time Young Zausa was paid 38,000 euros a year by Valbruna and was offered four times that to make off with the crown jewels of the manufacturing process. He resigned from Valbruna and delivered the cargo to the Natives in installments because, frankly, he did not trust them.
Young Zausa proved not to be a thief at heart. He left behind an electronic trail discovered by the Valbruna employee assigned to his former computer. A reconstruction of the electronic activity revealed that young Zausa had helped himself to more than he should have of the company property on the way out the door.
Criminal investigations ensued and convictions were obtained in the Court of Vicenza against Zausa, the Native company, and the general manager of the Native company. As it turned out the director of the Native company along with his son were also directors of a German company all three of whom, the directors and the German company, became targets of continuing criminal investigations. It seemed that the German company imported the steel with the stolen secret sauce from the Native company, where the father and son were also directors, and delivered that steel into the US market. The permutations of layering and laundering through this steel supply chain would require a years supply of mescal and a New Mexican desert to unravel.
Valbruna skipped the mescal and brought its concerns about young Zausa and the Native company to the United States International Trade Commission. Valbruna complained that the Native company stole its secret sauce and used it to improve the manufacturing process of stainless steel and was selling the product in the US market at a price considered to be “dumping” in a quantity amounting to $300 million a year. The US Court ordered an investigation. The US lawyer for the Native company, a firm with a lot of names and global offices in all the right places, instructed the Native Company that it needed to preserve all evidence for the US process of discovery.
Unique to litigation US discovery is the equivalent of disrobing pre trial in a wide ranging exchange of information with little intervention by the court unless an objection is raised by a participant sensing less than fair play. It is the skill of counsel in judging what of the evidence is “discoverable” to be turned over to the opposition that contributes to the strength of the case.
In the US the clients best interest’s are served in full disclosure of all evidence to counsel who then decides how much of that to pass on to the other side. Most cases in the US are settled after discovery rather than proceeding to trial. But clients who are less than forthcoming with their own counsel serve only to handicap their ability to negotiate well through discovery. On being advised by counsel to preserve evidence the Natives did what came naturally and destroyed it.
The court was not humored and ordered a forensic investigation. The Natives smug in the belief that the ten thousand miles that separated their skullduggery from the court would be a moat to last generations or at least until the statute of limitations expired. The forensics accomplished remotely through what in the Native’s eyes was the equivalent of a drone strike on an unsuspecting target, themselves, confirmed the destruction of the evidence.
The Judge sided with Valbruna and banned the sale of the Natives product in US markets for 16.7 years. At the rate of $300 million a year the order was a $5 billion death sentence for the layering and rinse cycle of the laundry encouraging the German directors to open a Native coffee shop.
Hawala
From the birth of the nation the Native capital controls have been stultifying. And as government directed regulations tend to do a grey market developed at the direction of the political class to move money to evade restriction. This process is not unique to Native political classes.
In developed countries it has been legalized and structured through political action committees and non profit tap dancing. In one case a US president who had demitted office posed with his arms draped around two scoundrels versed in the political skullduggery of an important northern Native state. The money was clearly flowing in the direction of the ex President who had arrived for the day from Uzbekistan where it is difficult to imagine that little else occupied his time. In the annals of cross border campaign contributions, though close, this picture had to be second only to a particular Vice President receiving financial alms from Buddhist Monks.
But to call this global cycle a “laundry” would be to denigrate the creativity of the actors. The commercial imagination for the Natives was known as Hawala: the approximate simultaneous exchange of cash flows in different countries, a swap, if you will. The political attraction of Hawala is that it is done in cash.
On re entry this money required a secure destination and that was real estate. And the real estate of choice for the political class were certain neighborhoods in the Native’s capital city driving prices well away from what a fair value might be for the underlying dirt. Or in the terms of real estate finance the rental yield of under 1 % was not because rents were too low, they were not, but because capital values were high, they were. And those capital values continued to increase at exponential rates, ten fold in ten years, because demand was one way no matter which political party was in charge. Each had its own laundromat.
Dispute
Of the 1000 bungalows in this sought after area less than five would enter the market each year in legitimate transactions and for those five there were over 25,000 families interested in residences for themselves and conspicuously consuming offspring.
The seduction of the capital gains on paper for offspring entitled to the remaining bungalows created the market for “dispute”: siblings against each other, grandchildren against grandparents, and grey market investors against insiders selling at a discount.
To belong to the cocktail and canapé crowd it was mandatory to have intimate knowledge of “cases” in which valuable rights were embroiled. To have advocates at beck and call as may be a cook or driver. To be so indispensable to the process that personal “appearance” in court was required.
Of the remaining bungalows at least one half were embroiled in some form of “dispute” to the commercial reward of the brokers, lawyers, and delay in the judicial system that delivered inordinate wealth to a legal class that became a legal class by graduating at the bottom end of the academic spectrum beneath the engineers of the global economy.
The Actors
The political actors in the Hawala market received less than welcome publicity in the early 1990’s. It appeared that a member of the Tribe inconveniently maintained a diary. And in that diary a complete set of accounts of all beneficiaries.
In the United States it was the Internal Revenue Service, taxes and the 20th amendment, the repeal of Prohibition, which captured Al Capone. In the land of the Natives it was the Tribe diaries that brought no one to account rather shed light for those interested on what others were up to. A People’s magazine, if you will, of the political class.
In the show trials that followed a lawyer represented a certain politician who would be acquitted and appointed to lead a particular political party. And it was this politician who would select the lady from Vicenza to lead the most populous democracy in the world. In return the lawyer for the politician would be appointed to represent the government and form one of that class of political untouchables.
As is custom in the land of the Natives, the lawyer had a son who joined the family business in time. That son along with his classmate the elder brother came to rest as parties to the property transaction for a partridge and a mango tree. They came to rest in this transaction not knowing that they were fortunate beneficiaries of the ministrations of a non Native firm that may not have been in my debt but at the very least wanted to pave a runway after the plane had crashed.
Big Air.
Vicenza
Vicenza is a sleepy town in the Italian region of Veneto known more for its sixteenth century architecture than being the birthplace in 1946 of the woman who 58 years later would be the political patriarch of the most populous democracy in the world.
Italy has shared much with the world. La Cosa Nostra, conspicuous consumption, fashion, corruption, romance, cars, wines, olives, and steel. Well not so much steel but it is central to our plot. In 1925 a company named Valbruna was born in Vicenza. It manufactured and exported stainless steel better and cheaper than the competition.
There are five steps in the process of making this steel and it is the third step that is Valbruna’s secret sauce. In 2004 Valbruna bought an American company out of bankruptcy in Fort Wayne, Indiana that would become its base of North American operations. Meanwhile, back in Vicenza, an enterprising Valbruna engineer named Zausa conspired with a stainless steel company of the Native’s to make off with Valbruna’s secret sauce.
At the time Young Zausa was paid 38,000 euros a year by Valbruna and was offered four times that to make off with the crown jewels of the manufacturing process. He resigned from Valbruna and delivered the cargo to the Natives in installments because, frankly, he did not trust them.
Young Zausa proved not to be a thief at heart. He left behind an electronic trail discovered by the Valbruna employee assigned to his former computer. A reconstruction of the electronic activity revealed that young Zausa had helped himself to more than he should have of the company property on the way out the door.
Criminal investigations ensued and convictions were obtained in the Court of Vicenza against Zausa, the Native company, and the general manager of the Native company. As it turned out the director of the Native company along with his son were also directors of a German company all three of whom, the directors and the German company, became targets of continuing criminal investigations. It seemed that the German company imported the steel with the stolen secret sauce from the Native company, where the father and son were also directors, and delivered that steel into the US market. The permutations of layering and laundering through this steel supply chain would require a years supply of mescal and a New Mexican desert to unravel.
Valbruna skipped the mescal and brought its concerns about young Zausa and the Native company to the United States International Trade Commission. Valbruna complained that the Native company stole its secret sauce and used it to improve the manufacturing process of stainless steel and was selling the product in the US market at a price considered to be “dumping” in a quantity amounting to $300 million a year. The US Court ordered an investigation. The US lawyer for the Native company, a firm with a lot of names and global offices in all the right places, instructed the Native Company that it needed to preserve all evidence for the US process of discovery.
Unique to litigation US discovery is the equivalent of disrobing pre trial in a wide ranging exchange of information with little intervention by the court unless an objection is raised by a participant sensing less than fair play. It is the skill of counsel in judging what of the evidence is “discoverable” to be turned over to the opposition that contributes to the strength of the case.
In the US the clients best interest’s are served in full disclosure of all evidence to counsel who then decides how much of that to pass on to the other side. Most cases in the US are settled after discovery rather than proceeding to trial. But clients who are less than forthcoming with their own counsel serve only to handicap their ability to negotiate well through discovery. On being advised by counsel to preserve evidence the Natives did what came naturally and destroyed it.
The court was not humored and ordered a forensic investigation. The Natives smug in the belief that the ten thousand miles that separated their skullduggery from the court would be a moat to last generations or at least until the statute of limitations expired. The forensics accomplished remotely through what in the Native’s eyes was the equivalent of a drone strike on an unsuspecting target, themselves, confirmed the destruction of the evidence.
The Judge sided with Valbruna and banned the sale of the Natives product in US markets for 16.7 years. At the rate of $300 million a year the order was a $5 billion death sentence for the layering and rinse cycle of the laundry encouraging the German directors to open a Native coffee shop.
Hawala
From the birth of the nation the Native capital controls have been stultifying. And as government directed regulations tend to do a grey market developed at the direction of the political class to move money to evade restriction. This process is not unique to Native political classes.
In developed countries it has been legalized and structured through political action committees and non profit tap dancing. In one case a US president who had demitted office posed with his arms draped around two scoundrels versed in the political skullduggery of an important northern Native state. The money was clearly flowing in the direction of the ex President who had arrived for the day from Uzbekistan where it is difficult to imagine that little else occupied his time. In the annals of cross border campaign contributions, though close, this picture had to be second only to a particular Vice President receiving financial alms from Buddhist Monks.
But to call this global cycle a “laundry” would be to denigrate the creativity of the actors. The commercial imagination for the Natives was known as Hawala: the approximate simultaneous exchange of cash flows in different countries, a swap, if you will. The political attraction of Hawala is that it is done in cash.
On re entry this money required a secure destination and that was real estate. And the real estate of choice for the political class were certain neighborhoods in the Native’s capital city driving prices well away from what a fair value might be for the underlying dirt. Or in the terms of real estate finance the rental yield of under 1 % was not because rents were too low, they were not, but because capital values were high, they were. And those capital values continued to increase at exponential rates, ten fold in ten years, because demand was one way no matter which political party was in charge. Each had its own laundromat.
Dispute
Of the 1000 bungalows in this sought after area less than five would enter the market each year in legitimate transactions and for those five there were over 25,000 families interested in residences for themselves and conspicuously consuming offspring.
The seduction of the capital gains on paper for offspring entitled to the remaining bungalows created the market for “dispute”: siblings against each other, grandchildren against grandparents, and grey market investors against insiders selling at a discount.
To belong to the cocktail and canapé crowd it was mandatory to have intimate knowledge of “cases” in which valuable rights were embroiled. To have advocates at beck and call as may be a cook or driver. To be so indispensable to the process that personal “appearance” in court was required.
Of the remaining bungalows at least one half were embroiled in some form of “dispute” to the commercial reward of the brokers, lawyers, and delay in the judicial system that delivered inordinate wealth to a legal class that became a legal class by graduating at the bottom end of the academic spectrum beneath the engineers of the global economy.
The Actors
The political actors in the Hawala market received less than welcome publicity in the early 1990’s. It appeared that a member of the Tribe inconveniently maintained a diary. And in that diary a complete set of accounts of all beneficiaries.
In the United States it was the Internal Revenue Service, taxes and the 20th amendment, the repeal of Prohibition, which captured Al Capone. In the land of the Natives it was the Tribe diaries that brought no one to account rather shed light for those interested on what others were up to. A People’s magazine, if you will, of the political class.
In the show trials that followed a lawyer represented a certain politician who would be acquitted and appointed to lead a particular political party. And it was this politician who would select the lady from Vicenza to lead the most populous democracy in the world. In return the lawyer for the politician would be appointed to represent the government and form one of that class of political untouchables.
As is custom in the land of the Natives, the lawyer had a son who joined the family business in time. That son along with his classmate the elder brother came to rest as parties to the property transaction for a partridge and a mango tree. They came to rest in this transaction not knowing that they were fortunate beneficiaries of the ministrations of a non Native firm that may not have been in my debt but at the very least wanted to pave a runway after the plane had crashed.
Big Air.
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