Those who look at a map just to get an idea of the shape of the continents are about to get a piece of information they could have picked up on their own if they looked at those drawings with a tiny amount more attention: Jigoleia is an island halfway between Vietnam and the Philippines.
I'm sure the mention of this piece of land in the middle of the water was reminiscent of the days when you couldn't get high marks in geography because the location of this island simply didn't register in your brain.
Jigoleia was a completely uninhabited island until the arrival of the Dutch in 1621. An episode in history in which the occupation of a piece of land by an empire was not accomplished by sprinkling blood on grass and trees. What can you see, fate has its moments of mercy from time to time. An information that is not believed by many people and it is understandable why it can be considered fake news, fairy tale, children's story, the cheerful song of a pop band, the fantasy of a dreamy writer and other expressions with the same meaning.
In the 1940s, the island was under Japanese rule. Jigoleia's time under the authority of the Land of the Rising Sun was short, but with enough impact that you could say that it is not the amount of time that is the primary factor in achieving success, but the size of the interest in the quality you want to build with the time you have. It's not a one-size-fits-all rule, but this time, the victory was shown because of this way of working. In other words, these Asian people did not stop at planting their flag in the soil of this little corner of the world.
The next step almost immediately after the annexation of the island was the search for natural resources. The reward for realising this ambition was not long in coming. Oil was found on this island. Quite interesting when you think about it. Nobody had thought before that if they got their hands on the shovels, they might find something. Maybe even something that has the property to produce money, to be a source of wealth, to evolve into a fountain of opportunity.
After the Dutch reclaimed this territory, the state-appointed governors decided to keep it secret in order to sell this precious natural resource for themselves alone. It's a pity that the greed of this bipedal creature existing in such large numbers on Earth did not manifest itself in fewer episodes.
This business went on uninterrupted until a man named Willem de Witt was appointed governor of this remote province. This fellow found the task of selling oil behind the back of the Dutch state far too tedious, so he drilled the idea of independence into the heads of the citizens. I don't know why this initiative wasn't taken sooner, but what relevance does it have?
Anyway, being the one who took the initiative, he has just proved himself to be a nice guy, actually gentleman, a much more appropriate term for his sun-ripped personality. He was no longer just a naked toddler standing glued to the back of the Dutch state slapping it on the back of the head, thus making sure he wasn't spotted. He decided to be an adult who would peel off the back of the one who had managed to carry him without noticing, dress up in fancy clothes made to order from a rare material with a price tag to match, punch the Dutch state directly in the face and have the papers ready to avoid being thrown in jail with, plus get his visionary etiquette.
It is unbelievable that this Willem de Witt was basically just a student. A simple young man who was sent to a school built in a place far from home, who lived rent-free on his parents' money, who got fed up with the famous financial dependency and who after finding a way to support himself, yelled at Mummy and Daddy to stop directing their funds to him.
Albert Einstein said that we are all geniuses, but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, then that fish will live thinking it is stupid. Mr de Witt could write a multi-volume paper on this teaching.
So it was that Jigoleia, after much protest or, to tell the truth, the insinuation of men who had been persuaded to devote their body and soul to a cause heard from the mouths of discreet ambitious people and television presenters co-opted by a monetary strategy, gained independence on 6 February 1977 and Willem de Witt became the first president of a new country to appear on the world stage under the name of the Republic of Jigoleia.
Once the island was able to trade oil in its own name, i.e. to make money legally, Jigoleia quickly became a highly industrialised country with its own army. For greater personal satisfaction, Willem de Witt decided that he must rule with an iron fist over the land and until his beautiful heart stopped the elixir of goodness pulsing through his veins completely devoid of selfishness and typical youthful ambition.
On 1 January 1999, Willem de Witt died of liver cancer and was succeeded by his only child, Petros de Witt. The chip didn't jump far from the trunk.