Even before all the declarations of War between the Cousins – the Emperor of Austria-Hungary, the King of Great Britain, the Kaiser of Germany and the Czar of Russia – the Cabaret Voltaire in Vienna had been the scene of an urgent meeting attended by the Writers and Performers, Artists and Costume/Scenery Designers, Composers and Musicians, Fundraisers, Joiners, Electricians, Seamstresses, Cleaners, Caterers, Box-Office Cashiers, Usherettes, Artistic and Business Directors, Grigor the Doorman and the two small boys who sold Programmes and slept under the stage; it was a rowdy meeting because everyone had a point of view and needed to state it, regardless of the fact that all were pretty much agreed: Vienna was going to be a dangerous place for a politically radical, satirical and subversive venue for what was becoming known as AgitProp -Agitation Propaganda – and it didn't really matter where the collection of people came from: those who were Citizens of the Empire were liable to be conscripted into the Army, or arrested as political subversives; those who were citizens of nations now at war with the Empire (French, Russians, Bulgarians, Romanians, British, Turks) or simply Gypsies or Jews of any nationality, likely to be arrested and jailed as Enemy Aliens; and the two small boys would probably be sent to a Christian Orphanage, or abandoned on the streets; oh the Drums of War were beating out a Quadrille and all Europe was dancing at the end of a Hangman's rope: but it was Kermit Hackensack who jumped up on he stage and demanded "SILENCE!" and when he got it, addressed ther entire Company: "you all know me, I run an International News Agency and the wires from London, Paris, Rome, Warsaw, Moscow, Constantinople, everywhere, are Smoking. the War will be a conflagration that will destroy most of Mittel-Europ and take millions of human lives with it; I have taken an Executive Decision and tomorrow my entire operation is going by chartered train to Zurich – I will still have correspondents in every capital of Europe but need to be based in a Neutral and Switzerland is the obvious place for me; I can provide Jakob with Swiss Passports for everyone here who wants to travel with us – they are a bit of a kludge job but a blind man running for his life from a rabid dog with it's tail on fire wouldn't be able to tell them from the real thing, and a 20 note will ensure that they are stamped before the billywitch chicks hatch and as soon as the train passes into Switzerland we will all have been aladdinized into good Helvetian burghers and matrons and next stop Zurich!" and "or Bust!" shouted Grigor, throwing his cap in the air and starting to sing: "for he's a jolly good fellow," waving and pointing at Kermit, which everyone joined in and The Motion was Passed by Accolade, as Miriam wrote in the Cabaret Voltaire Minute Book that night.