I hear voices speak from the future and I know that there will be two groups that will never reconcile again. Yes, I hear a voice saying: I give you ten apples for your watermelon and half a sheep for that big turkey. A pot full of fresh bean-soup for a Boer-pumpkin and six big eggs for that abalone. Look, I give you this good penny for ten of those lemons. So what will you give me for this spinach still so crisp-fresh and green.

But stop the bartering for a moment, look there comes Coen, look out for that man because with his new surname he was named after the mark of the beast and therefore he is a million in credit so strong. Where he can, he will easily harm those who are not yet reconciled with the mark of the beast. Yes, he has easily given up his soul and therefore he easily betrays his own blood with a kiss. Therefore we must get rid of him as quickly as we can, even if it has to be through murder.

Look, I will give you a good horse for that old Citroen and also a handful of good pills for that fat galjoen. I give you this precious salt for that still usable child-shoe and when I come again, a cup of sugar for the other shoe. I trade this jacket for that coat because both are still in good shape. But come closer, so that I can greet you with a sincere brother-kiss and tell the others we will meet again in one week at the abandoned old green pavilion.