Tjerk12
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It is dark and cold. As damp blankets glides white fog through the undergrowth. Light has become costly since the people of the lowlands have left the path of decency. It is obvious that man alone is unable to find his way back. Therefore you need higher powers, or people who have seen the light, oracles.
The conditions got less favorable last week. Rain has made the ground soggy. Each step leaves a trial behind. They must continue to move, to escape their hunters. But they are old and deficient. Their wheelchairs stuck in the mud. The will to live slowly begins to evaporate. Does it make any sense to keep alive? Tjerk looks at his companions. They are ugly and awful smelling, too dirty to touch. He is happy that there is no mirror around, so he can’t see himself.
Age and bad food had degenerated their brains. Memory holes made organized thinking impossible. Only basic things they can still remember. As the reason for their get-away, the deadly Euthanasia Squad, who hunts for old people and kills them. But why they do so, they can’t remember.
“Peter doesn’t show up” says Klaas, breaking the silence. “Let us go to the meeting point, I don’t want to be late”. Silently the group began to move. They had to leave the shield that the undergrowth offered and go to the open road, so the wheels of their chairs could properly roll. It made them vulnerable, far easier to catch, but the highlight this day offered was worth the risk. A member of the church would be waiting for them in the birch grove near the river. He would offer them proper food and what seemed even more important, nice children to play with. This event kept their flame of life burning. It was good to know that there still is left respect for life.
Last time the man tried to explain the reason why they have become fugitives. That the low lands have changed into a Sodom and Gomorrah. Infinite lust had paralyzed decency and economy. Things that were of no use should be destroyed. Old people had no other use than being food for the younger ones. That was the task of the Euthanasia Squad.
But that there was a dawn of hope: “Sanatorium”. Far away, in a country where decency still rules, where honesty, equality and human rights are still the basis for their existence, there it is finding its way to existence. “Sanatorium” was able to cure all the sick minds and help people to build a better world.
The old people didn’t understand a word of the explanation and it didn’t bother them either. Their world had become small, restricted to that what they still were able to see and feel. Higher ethics as composed by “Sanatorium” seemed only useful for people with bright minds and great knowledge of what really is happening in the entire world. Only such people have the ability to rule the world.
Crazy News Novelties,
Live from The Netherlands,
Tjerk 12, always there where the action is.
The conditions got less favorable last week. Rain has made the ground soggy. Each step leaves a trial behind. They must continue to move, to escape their hunters. But they are old and deficient. Their wheelchairs stuck in the mud. The will to live slowly begins to evaporate. Does it make any sense to keep alive? Tjerk looks at his companions. They are ugly and awful smelling, too dirty to touch. He is happy that there is no mirror around, so he can’t see himself.
Age and bad food had degenerated their brains. Memory holes made organized thinking impossible. Only basic things they can still remember. As the reason for their get-away, the deadly Euthanasia Squad, who hunts for old people and kills them. But why they do so, they can’t remember.
“Peter doesn’t show up” says Klaas, breaking the silence. “Let us go to the meeting point, I don’t want to be late”. Silently the group began to move. They had to leave the shield that the undergrowth offered and go to the open road, so the wheels of their chairs could properly roll. It made them vulnerable, far easier to catch, but the highlight this day offered was worth the risk. A member of the church would be waiting for them in the birch grove near the river. He would offer them proper food and what seemed even more important, nice children to play with. This event kept their flame of life burning. It was good to know that there still is left respect for life.
Last time the man tried to explain the reason why they have become fugitives. That the low lands have changed into a Sodom and Gomorrah. Infinite lust had paralyzed decency and economy. Things that were of no use should be destroyed. Old people had no other use than being food for the younger ones. That was the task of the Euthanasia Squad.
But that there was a dawn of hope: “Sanatorium”. Far away, in a country where decency still rules, where honesty, equality and human rights are still the basis for their existence, there it is finding its way to existence. “Sanatorium” was able to cure all the sick minds and help people to build a better world.
The old people didn’t understand a word of the explanation and it didn’t bother them either. Their world had become small, restricted to that what they still were able to see and feel. Higher ethics as composed by “Sanatorium” seemed only useful for people with bright minds and great knowledge of what really is happening in the entire world. Only such people have the ability to rule the world.
Crazy News Novelties,
Live from The Netherlands,
Tjerk 12, always there where the action is.
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