HISTORY OF THE END OF THE WORLD: the SiTU-acdemy 

“It feels like a seance.”, Laura thought, when she watched her fellow students. “A representation of all the continents, including Atlantis”, El had said, when they left the office of the Master. “Keep your card well. The best place is on your body.” She looked Laura in the eyes, her eyes were glowing. “I will.” Laura nodded. On her travels she always kept important papers and money in a small, waterproof wallet, which was hidden under her clothes. It saved her from a lot of trouble, several times. “I will see you at three. There is a special lecture from Jian. It can be quite special.” She nodded. El greeted her by touching her arm, turned around and left. Laura had no idea, where her room could possibly be. She didn't dare to ask, because every-one she saw, was looking extremely busy. She climbed a stairway and suddenly saw the morning sky. After a few steps she entered the inner garden and saw her room on the 2nd floor. She didn't feel hungry, but could use a cup of coffee. She saw other residents and visitors eating and drinking. But again, she didn't dare ask and hurried to her room, the card still in her hands. 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 commorans holding a golden 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 picture or symbols, 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 raging clouds.