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In “Memory lane”, next to a dead fire, with burnt-out ash. Two survivors remember the good old times. But between a rock and a hard place, everything stays abstract. Liberal and conservative are busy to branch off and it is final.  In America the Democrat accuses the Republican, saying they are cockroaches. But they answer: Keep your mouth shut, you are just a slimy snails.

While rebuffing each other, both are used to abundance and comfort. But soon they will learn what poverty and discomfort are. Just look how empty the West’s shop shelves become. Outside in the streets, many starving dogs are strolling around. The last bit of stale bread is only given to the hungry human.

An unexpected earthquake is rated high on the Richter Scale. Photos of missing loved ones are hurriedly mounted everywhere. In big Exodus from cities, desperate people depart hurriedly in sackcloth and ashes. In a bloody summer they cast their warm winter coats aside with disdain. In the following winter they curse themselves over this so strongly. Yes, because the freezing people are standing without any shelter.

Kind stick to kind, where blood now begins to fit together. The conflict between people, nations and races now becomes bigger and bigger.  Many countries now stand without fuel and gas. The West does not carry poor Africa countries as a burden anymore. In the big famine, the big mass grave stretches wide and shallow. Next to a burnt-out fire with dead ash, the survivors weep in remembrance of bygone days, over all the good times that once were.