It was in 2014/2015 when the North-Koreans started a major project to immanentise the Eschaton, the End of the World. Never before were the Great Powers driven towards planetary annihilinisation, comparable to the Cuban crisis in the Cold War-period. All because of a tiny rock in the Japanese Sea, which was claimed and renamed Yin by China. Japans forces were on highest alert. When finally emotions calmed down to the levels of secret operations and local warfare and rebellion, nobody realised the point of no return had passed. The long planned extinction of the human race had begun. Indeed many things do come to pass.

I am totally aware of the fact, that the ritual had begun. But in fact, I do not know who I am, where I am and why I am here in the first place. I am watching a group of sparrows on a neighbouring roof. By means of an intense feedingcampaig, the flock now counts about 100 birds.

This planet is a strange place. Primitive instincts, high technology and an agressive attitude against change and development.

In the meantime, in the Yucatan rainforest, the eyes of a giant Maya-statue, representing Tlaloc, the raingod, began to weep and soon the monsoonrain started to pour; never to stop. Nobody saw and understood this, but Laura, a Dutch tourist, who suddenly realised, that “the End of the World” had begun. Destruction by water, yet again and the rise of Atlantis afterwards.

So I told you about the sparrows and the “End of our World”. In the meantime I am lookingt out of the window and see endless row of vehicles moving around. The local people I met so far are extremely good at one thing: denying the evidence of their own senses.