I hear a voice softly moaning and whining. It asks, Oh God, whereto, yes whereto is Twenty Seventeen speeding so suddenly and why are we deprived of time so unnoticed? I hear a Voice saying: Look, it is speeding towards Twenty Eighteen and in Twenty Eighteen there lurks little consolation or blessing, while people and nations will just cry and weep bitterly.  

Yes, I hear someone asking, where is Twenty Seventeen going so suddenly? Look, I see a skinny white cow with a dry teat. Her pelvis bone is bulging through her skin. She is standing rejected, so lost, on infertile turf and the vultures are already flying in circles around her.

I hear a child softly weeping. He asks, Oh God, where will Twenty Seventeen take us in her dying moment? Look, the weather is already raging so extreme and nature opposes us in everything too. I already hear the big earthquake’s roar and I know the landscape will suffer under tsunamis.

Yes, I hear a child weeping, oh just send us a little rain in the new year, without the flood taking everything from us. Please just send us a little rain because in flame and fire, with the signs of the times so nasty, soon no mortal will know where to.

I hear a woman softly complaining, yes I hear her saying: Twenty Seventeen was already a big problem. So what more shall we have to observe in Twenty Eighteen? I hear her husband saying: Look, it will certainly rain lava and in war, pestilence and plague, Twenty Eighteen certainly also has a big problem.