A country that could look at its own ledgers without flinching, and then act with invention rather than evasion, would have done something no empire ever managed. It would have converted the smell of guilt into the fragrance of institutional courage. That is a form of national pride worth cultivating — the pride of a nation that chose honesty over amnesia, and creation over denial. That, to me, would be Sweat 4.0. And it is the one genuine reparative odour that no billione