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In the diplomatic silence of muteness. In the uncertain decisions of Turkey. As consolation prize there is a basket full of totally rotten figs. In an unbelievable cold, everyone begs for coats and jerseys. But then they are washed out under unprecedented thunder showers. The war now comes creeping closer relentlessly, from many fronts. Under bomb-violence the flowers and precious herbs wither. Then swarms of bees perish and all that is left is just a basket of totally rotten figs. Long rockets now shoot through the sky. Big cities then collapse totally under this.