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I hear a merchant singing: Minimal, minimal, minus, it is now the end of the surplus. The buyer becomes aware of the big shortage. While the seller has to accept the big loss of profit. The wine stopped fermenting and on the dinner table the flavoursome dish is missing. The citizens of the countries begin to fight with their authorities. There is nothing that can put out the fires again. In the big unrest, the attempt of the state is just a laughable circus.

So there are those who know and those who realised, there is no meat or just a bit of fish. Also no vegetables, fruit or just a little bit of citrus. Therefore woe to the child that calls: I really would like something delicious now. Everyone just have to accept the big famine. Yes, therefore listen to the merchant singing: Minimal, minimal, minus. Look, it is now inevitably the end of the once-so-big surplus.