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Full of expectation, heavy pregnant, it was finally time to give birth. In the calm before the storm, the wind died down unnaturally cold. This, before the chaos would run wild and wide. With everything messed up afterwards, most infrastructures were also completely broken.

But the tax collector still stands there as the publican with outstretched hand. With the ox lean to the bone, there is really no pig or sheep for sale either. Then poultry also makes the consumers sick and nauseous. Transmissible from bird to man, a new plague looms as terror.

In great protest the multitudes wildly object to this. But completely bizarre comes the government comment in cold blood. And while the protesters stare down the barrel of a cocked gun. The command comes: Calm down, or it will be over with you quickly.

Full of expectation, heavy pregnant, now comes the time to give birth. In the calm before the storm, the wind died down cold and chilly. From a dead, dry autumn tree the very last leaf flutters down. This, while unprecedented blizzards sweep into the arid desert.

At the same time, deadly, paralyzing heat waves begin, and the West and Europe are not spared. With human and animal blood now properly cooked. It is finished with the harvests there too. Moreover, the last king still stands cheeky before the Tsar. And still West and East refuse, for the sake of survival, to unite before one plough.