HISTORY OF THE END OF THE WORLD . In the meantime.   In the meantime, in the Sumatran rainforest, a group of young and ambitious sjamans, were following a light. It was thousands of years ago, that this ceremony had been performed. Even before the flood. The ritual was aimed at releasing the powers of the underworld. In that way making possible that the world could be renewed. The group of seven silently followed the light,The light was lit in a small village by a collective effort of village-leaders and dukuns and now it shone the way for the most daring. which led up the volcano. A volcano, which had been dormant for millenia. They sweat and stumbled, but were afraid to talk or moan. Nothing should be done, which could disturb the light to follow its divine path. After an exhausting trip of several hours the light at last had found its restingplace. They were high up the mountain and the world around them was completely black. Without hesitation the group started to build an altar and performed the necessary acts to purify this place. And then it went silent and the sjamans started chanting. At first the light seemed to diminish, but at a certain moment the light started to grow, until it was the size of a plasma-tv. The seven stared at the hole, that dansed in the air. They were shocked at the sight and one by one, they shut their eyes and crawled back. Early in the morning, they arrived in the village, where guests and inhabitants were awaiting them. Only one of the sjamans dared to speak. When the tribal leader asked. “Did you succeed?” The young sjaman nodded. “The gate has been opened and,”, he hesitated. “Hell does exist.” Driving a car in Italy was a terrible way of transport, but used by everyone. The priest parked his car in front of the main hospital in Florence. He was in a hurry, there was life to be saved. Not that he was a surgeon or something, he was a priest and had the power to exorcise demons and devils, who possessed innocent people and drove them to insanity. This time he was asked to visit a sixteen-year old girl. Who definetively was possessed. The videotapes he had seen were shocking. The local priest who had shown him the pictures was a dilletant. He had not taken it seriously enogh. This meant that he was not afraid of the devil, at least not enough. He took the bottle of holy water and ran up the stairs to the main entrance. Leaving passers-by surprised by the sight of an old priest, running around with a bottle of water. A doctor awaited him, who lead him to the quarters, where the mentally disturbed were treated.