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I hear the clear ringing of heaven-bells. I hear the voice of a very old witness. He calls: Look how withered all the world’s flowers and once-so-healthy herbs are. On the vineyard there is no bunch of grapes hanging. On their withered fruit tree, there is also now fruit, like delicious figs.

On their meat plate there are no flavoursome, brown-barbequed pheasant, duck or doves. Even less are there flavoursome chicken thighs, delicious leg of lamb, cut in attractive slices. On their once-so-fertile vegetable farmlands there grow no delicious cabbage, tomatoes, onions or leeks anymore.

I now hear the voice of a second very old witness. He calls: Al these shortages are due to all the capricious decisions of especially the many liberal political parties. Look, between cold and hot too many countries like Turkey hesitate.  So, were they rather cold or warm, but over-cautious they maintain the so-called safe political silence.

Therefore their political orchards are standing covered with thorns, with in-between just an old, withered prickly pear. With nowhere a little fertility, everywhere there are just dead bees and nothing is pollinated anymore. Look, the sea changes the run of her waves now and big regions drown under new moon-tides.   I hear the first old witness calling: What is written now, has been written eons ago. America is now struggling forward, pathetically, needy. Their once-free citizens walk like poor animals in the crush of slavery. Yes, shuffling on the dry dusty road of infertile mules, they crawl forward while being tortured, for sad miles upon miles.

Destructive thunder and hail roars furiously over the main cities of the west. The big feast is contemptuously despised by the noble owls. But the crows and the vultures revel in uncontrolled gluttony.  So I hear the loud ringing of the heaven-bells. In the sound thereof, the second voice of the old-old witness vibrates.

It echoes through cliffs and valleys, to the furthest, hidden pits. In one and the same voice, it curses and blesses, in the pros and cons of drought, as well as rain showers.  It curses the west of America, England, France, Germany, Italy, Greece, Portugal and The Netherlands, consecutively, in rows upon rows.

The last bit of blessing is now pushed aside. It is exclusively saved for Poland and Hungary. Look, to the end, as consolation to them, they have beautiful grapes on their vine. On the green shoot of their fruit tree, swells round and healthy, the good, God-blessed figs. Yes, they flower and everywhere there hangs the delicious fragrance of abundant, healing herbs.