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Prologue - UFO’s exist.

Looking down at planet Earth. Through an Einstein-Rosen-tunnel they have crossed 10 billion light-years - they have parked as a biochemical sphere, right outside the atmosphere of Earth. They have got million of years of experience, feelings, genetic evolution – and they are looking at us;

They can see EU, who’s concerned with itself and all the money.

They can see Big Brother and Wheel of Fortune on the TV's. Men in uniforms somewhere in South America – the civilians lay around on the ground – only a few women is still alive. They have to get raped, before they get killed.

They can see another country, who owns the resources of this south-american country, in which the National Television is broadcasting an old movie featuring Sylvester Stallone, fighting evilness of all kinds – mainly in foreign countries, where you have to work a lot in the mines, in order to be able of buying a TV, at all.

And they can see human beings, who couldn’t sleep, but dreamed and fell, and now are drinking and drinking – sitting on a bench in cities, where they look at other people walking with family and plasticbags. But then again – some of them with the nice hair and the beautiful clothes, wakes up in the middle of the night in bed, in stead of a bench – because they startet thinking about someone, but can’t remember who it is.

And they look down at native people, who were in the way of development, and the possibility of earning some money – so, most of them are killed many years ago. The rest of them got a TV and some booths, in order to able to be here, at all.

And they look down at young men with no hair on their heads, who are screaming at soccer-games, and beating the shit out of coloured people. People of Israel with new houses, lots of American $ and more right than others – others also believing in just one god – but it’s not the same god.

Hospitals at night, with light in the windows, where dying people are laying – they are really kept alive, in parts of the Earth, where death, masturbation and sleep are public domains, but taboo.

And they see smog. A lot of Chinese people who hasn’t got a car, like their fellow American beings. And they see people who are starving. And a bunch of men in nice dress, who where wise enough to buy all the rise and weed on the market, at the right price – before the market started exploding in autumn, like always.

BUT they also look at a planet with the most beautiful blue colour, they’ve ever seen. And drawings by Leonardo de Vinci. The buildings of Venice and the mountains of Nepal. The sound of a waterfall, somewhere in Africa. A boy dancing in New York. A new baby crying in Colombia.

And they look at frogs in amazing green colours. A child that feels something – and laughs and laughs and laughs. An orchestra in Berlin playing Barbers adagio. The woods of Sweden exploding in psychotic autumn colours, trying to tell the world something.

And they can see the eyes of woman, burning though the darkness at night, somewhere in Asia. And he sees her eyes – puts his arms around her – and from that moment the silence of her velvet skin, is sealed in a eternity.

Dream of what isn’t – but really is when you dare to believe in thinking the dream right to the end.