Her room had been cleaned and her bed was made. All other things had been stored away in a typical Dutch wooden chest. Could have belonged to a sailor. Many had set foot ashore on these shores, over the ages. Some stayed, some died here and others left, leaving the city with a tuberculosis epidemic. In a way the locals stood with their back to the Frisian homeland and with their face to the sea. A local dialect developed into a real language. One way to distinguish the town, which claimed to be a city from the year 1234. They were wrong, as with many things. The city and its environment had much older roots than officially recognised and celebrated. Leading all the way back to Atlantis. Laura set on the bed and felt a bit dizzy. In normal circumstances, she would have rolled a joint. But she had no idea, which rules they had set up in this place. Having the atmosphere of a monastery, smoking was probably forbidden. She studied the card in her hand. It was slightly bigger than a normal playing card. On one side were the red comorans holding a silver shield, with an image of the “All seeing eye”. A symbol which also dated back to Atlantis. The other side of the card was greyish-white, but had no futher pictograms, except from some weird symbols on the left side. Laura took a deep breath, tried to empty her mind and concentrated on the card. Immidiately she felt drawn to the card and she held it close to her eyes. After a few moments she literaly experienced a mental connection. The card started to glow and she looked into hurling clouds. When they disappeared, her eyes fell on a small city, boarding the sea. Minoan but different. Was it an image of Atlantis?
WHO CONTROLS THE PAST, CONTROLS THE FUTURE. WHO CONTROLS THE PRESENT, CONTROLS THE PAST. George Orwell.
vrijdag 15 november 2013
Her room had been cleaned and her bed was made. All other things had been stored away in a typical Dutch wooden chest. Could have belonged to a sailor. Many had set foot ashore on these shores, over the ages. Some stayed, some died here and others left, leaving the city with a tuberculosis epidemic. In a way the locals stood with their back to the Frisian homeland and with their face to the sea. A local dialect developed into a real language. One way to distinguish the town, which claimed to be a city from the year 1234. They were wrong, as with many things. The city and its environment had much older roots than officially recognised and celebrated. Leading all the way back to Atlantis. Laura set on the bed and felt a bit dizzy. In normal circumstances, she would have rolled a joint. But she had no idea, which rules they had set up in this place. Having the atmosphere of a monastery, smoking was probably forbidden. She studied the card in her hand. It was slightly bigger than a normal playing card. On one side were the red comorans holding a silver shield, with an image of the “All seeing eye”. A symbol which also dated back to Atlantis. The other side of the card was greyish-white, but had no futher pictograms, except from some weird symbols on the left side. Laura took a deep breath, tried to empty her mind and concentrated on the card. Immidiately she felt drawn to the card and she held it close to her eyes. After a few moments she literaly experienced a mental connection. The card started to glow and she looked into hurling clouds. When they disappeared, her eyes fell on a small city, boarding the sea. Minoan but different. Was it an image of Atlantis?
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