A police siren is getting closer from a distance, whizzes in the foreground and claimes relentlessly priority that it makes us sick …
In this pandemonium the mob and the police fight a battle that noone can win…
. . . then luckily a small, naive melody passes on velvet paws, donate comforting,
and opens the hardened hearts again.
From now on, the threat is not coming from outside anymore but from within :
an old, deep-seated fear wants to be expressed. . . ceeping us busy for a while. . .
Finally the view of the horizon redeems us of all the narrowness
again . . . endless is the sea!