5 April 2017 Wednesday morning 03.30

I hear a loud bang and terrified I ask, while the echo thereof pressurizes my eardrums. Yes, because of mere terror, depressed I ask, o dear what was that. I hear a laughing voice: That was a Yank that fall, on a desperate Russian call.

I hear a second bang while the shock thereof also pressurizes my eardrums and again I ask terrified, oh dear what was that. I hear another voice saying: That was a bomb that exploded in a Mall, and see, Death stands there, so large and tall and look he grabs big as well as small.

I hear a loud bang and terrified I ask, oh dear humankind, what was that, while the vibration thereof pressurizes my ears. I hear a voice saying: This too was a gigantic bomb and look, the road has already forked and therefore Death grabs many Turks in this country.