HISTORY OF THE END OF THE WORLD

THE ATLAN CHRONICLES

3

You wanne live like a mushroom? All close together, enough to eat, nice and warm.

But always kept in the dark!

(introduction SiTU Academy)

IN GOD WE TRUST

Les uns et les autres

Slaughterhouse 6

Bombers fly, flashlights reach the sky

Through the curtains we listened

You and me,

God, let us be save tonight.

He heard our prayers

But not far from us

the suburbs were burning

and children cried

Firefighters crushed under balconies

At the city-lanterns

young soldiers were dangling,

“traitor”, written on a piece of paper,

hanging around their neck.

We did not want to know,

our eyes wide-shut

saved for one night.

***

“During the continuing unrest in the Middle East, one of the leaders dares to use an atommic weapon or an atomic plant will be destroyed. The country hit, has a coast on the Mediterranean. The waters and lands will be poisoned and fish or cattle will die. It will take years and millions of death, before the Middle East will be accessable and rescue- and relief-operations can begin.

The chain of events, that will lead to Armageddon, has begun. The Gates are being opened.”

Meditation on Nostradamus (2006)

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“Do you mind, that I am black?”

Laura's plane had just left Georgetown, when the seat next to her was taken by a well-dressed black man. A college-professor of some sort or a doctor of some kind. Laura smiled and it was the beginning of a conversation, or better an intense communication, that lasted till they touched the ground in Amsterdam.

She was right in one thing. Her travelcompanion started out as a schoolteacher in the slumbs of Haiti's capital, Port-au-Prince. A holiday in Africa showed him his destination, becoming a voodoo-priest and sjaman.

He gained quite a reputation and was now on his way to Germany, to support the Angolan soccer-team.

Just before the landingprocedures started, Salomon, that's how he introduced himself to her, showed her a couple of little dolls. He put them carefully next to eachother in an empty chair in front of them. The dolls represented the current world-leaders. “Do you want to torture one.”, Solomon said smiling and suddenly had a couple of iron pins in his hand. “I don't have a doll representing the Dutch prime-minister, but you can try, Hollande.”

“That's not a socialist, it is a fascist.”, Laura whispered. “They all are and worse.” The smile had disappeared from Solomons face.