Hanniballll. Hannibal Barcaaaa. Listen to me. Did you feel alone. When you returned to Carthage after 30 years. After you had spent most of your life in Italy, in Spain, among soldiers. Did you feel like a scapegoat. Blamed by the aristocrats of Carthage for losing the war they stopped funding. Watching the politicians who had given up nothing for this war. Who didn’t have their brothers in the ground and their men killed. Did you feel incensed. When you found those same aristocrats had more than enough money to pay the debt to Rome without taxxing the populace who have lost their fathers and brothers and sons to this war. Did you feel gleeful when you were elected to the suffete while the aristocrats seethed at you. When you got rid of their legal loopholes for evading taxes. When you stamped out the corruption running rampant in the city. Did you feel even the slightest smidge of relief, when you learnt of the Romans who were sailing to Carthage. When your only option was to flee. Did you feel alone.














