June 9, 2010
A man under a hedge stretches, blinks, curses the pointy pebble under his hip, and down goes his finger on the shutter.
Robert Zoellick, head of the World Bank, a former managing director of Goldman Sachs.
Paul Volcker, former chairman of the US federal reserve, current chairman of Obama’s economic recovery advisory board.
Josef Ackermann, chairman of Deutsche Bank.
Peter Voser, CEO of Royal Dutch Shell.
Dr Henry Kissinger at Bilderberg 2010. Photograph: Quierosaber
Dr Henry Alfred Kissinger.
The photos we’ve seen from this year’s conference, which we’re showcasing in our big hitters Bilderberg Power Gallery , have been very revealing. You can see from the body language who runs Bilderberg. There’s been a lot of power sloshing round the Dolce Sitges Hotel this past week, a lot of wealth, a lot of influence, but you can sense the Überpower when it shows up.
We didn’t see David Rockefeller this week (maybe his head is already sitting in a cryogenic hatbox somewhere, awaiting nanosuscitation). But we caught the other two big fish. Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands and Henry Kissinger. When they turn up the mood on the forecourt changes, heads turn, smiles beam, commands are whispered into shirt cuffs and ripples of subservience pass through the group.
My favourite photo from this year’s conference is the top of Kissinger’s head, glimpsed through a train of aides, organisers, delegates and security as he wafts (hobbles grimly) to his car. Pity the poor driver, who’d just had the gloved hand of a security goon check his bowel for explosives.
Two days ago I had breakfast with one of the Bilderberg chauffeurs, who was just about to clock on for an airport zoom. (He had no idea I was a journalist. Was I meant to tell him? Is that a rule? I bought him a coffee – that seems fair.) He was grumpy. He wasn’t looking forward to being frisked up against his limo, which happens, apparently, if it’s one of the bigger delegates. Worst was when he delivered “two important, very old American men, who travelled together” from the airport. (Does this mean Rockefeller made it after all?)
He tells me that a colleague got it so bad before chauffeuring Beatrix that he shouted at the security: “Don’t kill me, I’m just a driver!”
He glanced up to the TV screen in our breakfast bar. “She was there, too. Esperanza Aguirre. Very important lady.” He’s referring to Doña Esperanza Aguirre y Gil de Biedma, Countess of Murillo, and President of Madrid. Not on the list of Bilderberg participants for this year. Wanted to stay under the radar. Failed.
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