The End of the World - cont. 4

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You wanna live like a mushroom? All together, enough to eat, nice and warm; but always kept in the dark? (dM speaking to freshmen at the SiTU-Academy)

Les Uns et les Autres

Slaughterhouse 6

Bombers fly, flashlights in the sky

Shivering through the curtains we watched

You and me, praying

Let this place be safed

God listened, but not far from us

The suburbs were burning and children cried

Firefighters crushed under balconies

And on the corner of a street

At he lampposts

Young soldiers were hanged

Traitor, handwritten signs in their hands

When they fell

At dawn we dared to kiss at last

Saved for one night

"During continuing unrest in the Middle East, one of their leaders dares to use an atomic bomd or a atomic plant will be destroyed. Both are possible.The country has a coast on the Mediterranean. The waters will be poisoned, the fish will die. Because of starvation the poor people will eat anyway. Later in the proces they play an important role. They are the first multiracial group of outcasts. It takes years and millions of death before rescue-operations can start. It will take place a few years before the end of the official Mayan calendar"., the enormous monk, dressed in a black uniform smiled. "Remember, these are only the first signs of the end of times. It will get worse. Let's meditate on that." (Meditation on Nostradamus by the Crazy Monk, june 2006)

"Do you mind that I am black." Laura's plane had just left Georgetown, when the seat next to her was taken by a welldressed black man, a college-professor or a doctor of some kind. Laura smiled, which was the beginning of a conversation, which lasted untill the plane landed in Amsterdam. She was right in one thing. Her travelcompanion once was a schoolteacher in the slumbs of Haïti's capital Port-au-Prince. A holiday in Africa showed him his destination, as a voodoopriest. He gained quite a reputation and was now on his way to Germany to support the Angolan soccerteam. Just before the landingprocedures started, Salomon, that's how he introduced himself to her, showed her a couple of little dolls. He put the carefully in a row in front of them. They represented the leaders of the World Powers. "You want to torture one?", Salomon whispered. Laura did not need to think very long and pushed a needle through the head of the English prime-minister Tony Blair. "That's not a socialist, it's a fascist!" Salomon nodded, while he put s the dolls back in his suitcase. "They all are."