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  • Writer's pictureFrank Klaus Jordan

crossing rubicon

A cold evening in January 49 BC, a tired man, already 50 years of age, approaches a small river in the middle of nowhere. All his life he has fought for his visions. He is the leader of armies and men, symbol of power and glory. He walks along the river. This time he is alone, knowing that he has to take this one crucial decision. It is not the river itself that keeps him from crossing. He fears consequences it will have. He knows that if he brings his army across that river, he will break all laws that are holy to him. He knows that he will have to fight again, but this time not for land, gold and glory but to challenge the things he used to believe in.

It is Gaius Julius Caesar, standing at the river RUBICON, a small stream of water, marking the border into Italy. He was coming home to Rome having conquered half of Europe. But while he was away, risking his life, Home had become a nest of traitors and false friends, fearing his power, eager to take from him what was rightfully his. Allies had become enemies. Caesar and his generals know that if they would enter Italy at the head of an army, they would be declared enemy of Rome. If they cross the RUBICON, they might be going to a certain death. Here at this small river, Caesar must take the decision of his life. A decision that will change everything.

In the early hours of the next day Caesar crosses the RUBICON. With him he takes one battle seasoned Legion, Legio XIII Gemina, and his 300 German Cavalry Guards. He knew that roman blood would be shed in the years to come. R(H)ome would change because of Caesar’s decision. But fighting for his visions, he would be rewarded with prosperity and with the love of his life - Cleopatra.

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