The End of the World - cont. 5
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THOUGH HARDLY VISIBLE FOR THE HUMAN EYE, RAMSES' MUMMIE MOVED. (Louvre, spring 2006)
Deutschland, Deutschland Uber Alles
Uber alles in der Welt
Und wir fahren, und wir waren und wir sind
Rom, Sindhi, Tramps, Drifters, Lone Wolves
A bloodspangled banner, God save the Queen
A Talking Head? A Talking Mushroom!
Long life? Live!
Live to see the One to come.
A Shewolve this time.
Our queen to forever be
We await her arrival with the flesh of emperors in our mouth.
An end to sin, at last.
"The atombomb dropped in the Middle East will spark of yet another war on top of the other wars (Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran). US and European Allies will try to interfere to diminish the threat to oil supplies. Europa draws the heat and a great deal of natural and human catastrophies will occur. People will kling to their religious prohesies. This will only hasten the proces towards a Big Brother state." The class held his breath. How precise would he get? The monk, who must have been at least 7 feet tall, seemed to stare out of the window. He didn't say a word, but a tear meandered down his cheek. (Meditation on Nostradamus by, Jian the Crazy Monk, dd. january 2006)
Laura loved Amsterdam from the start. Ze used all kinds of foods, drugs and sextechniques and realised that Australia was full of male chauvinist pigs. You got them her as well, but the locals she got to know were quite relaxed. She even found a job in a coffeeshop at a quiet canal. Amsterdam was not that over-organised as the metropoles she has visited. The combination of water, history and a rich culture made it perfect for her.
Her work started at ten and she had found a nice room in a beautiful medieval merchantshouse. On her way to the coffeeshop, she passed several small shops with cheap art, clothing, jewelry, records and books. At this time of day the streets were quiet and she could take all the time she wanted to shop with her eyes. She was standing in front of antiqueshop, where they sold mostly African art, when suddenly the world seem to explode. Laura was hit by the blastwave, which knocked her to the ground. We it became silent and the dust settled Laura saw that a bomb had destroyed a leftwing bookshop and books and papers were spread all over the street. What was left of the door of the bookshop suddenly burst open and a young man, dressed as a civil servant stumbled out and looked around with horror and despair in his eyes. Then he seemed to have made a decision and het started to run in her direction. Laura hoped he could make it, but seconds after he started running an uniformed guy ran out of the shop en started shooting. The young man got hit in the shoulder and fell down. All of this happened right for her eyes. When the victim hit the ground, his eyes locked with his. It could not have been more than a second, but Laura felt that he was giving her a message. A new round of gunshot broke the spell. The wounded guy stumbled to his feet and disappeared into a small alley.
Laura pushed her face to the ground and she only heard the sound of multiple footsteps pursuing the stranger. When all seems quiet, she got up and try to brush the dirt from her clothes. She had to hurry, to open the coffeeshop in time to welcome her first customers. She looked at the place where the fugitive had fallen. Next to some traces of blood lay a wallet. Nobody seemed to pay attention when she put the wallet in her purse.