A Russian economics expert had been making money through long-short strategies during the Russia-Ukraine war. Despite his economic success, he felt deep regret about Russia's historical mistakes. He wrote on his blog that "Russia has been on the wrong path since the 19th century," critically analyzing Russia's history. Then, remarkably, he traveled back in time to 1891 and found himself in the body of Russian Crown Prince Nicholas II during his visit to Japan.
With this country's name being "Russian Empire," I don't oppose all imperialism.
However, the imperialism I speak of here contained a somewhat different meaning.
'Plunder beyond exploitation. Truly overwhelming exploitation.'
Like Belgium cutting off natives' hands and limbs and massacring hundreds of thousands for productivity.
Like Britain inducing ethnic cleansing or civil wars in India or Africa whenever bored.
I wonder if we too must acknowledge and accept such an era.
Just thinking about it briefly, the sweet smell gathering in my mouth seems like it will transform me.
"Your Majesty, monopolizing Qing is impossible. Dozens of countries have feet in that country and we can't drive them all out."
"Witte, do you think I don't know that."
I'm not trying to talk about that kind of formal colonial form.
What this feeling, which may still be just momentary desire, means is: