I dreamed I had turned off the internet. Luna was waiting for me at the gate for a “spiritual interference” mainly focussed on self-preservation. This time I know what is coming and willingly I accompany her on a stroll around the estate. Whenever in the pine forest next to the urbanisation of “El cuarton” in Cadiz, Spiderman’s head bounces off in concerning ways; manners of behaviour that indicate “drastic reforms”. Three numbers bounce inside my head and quickly I scrabble them down, its 555 and the third time I notice them since this morning. Anything to conquer paradise, with or without a heist at this stage. I wander if I should carry a flag over the estate, I can pick anyone I want; they all hang tidily along the square courtyard of the principle house. After Berlin I should raise the German flag, or a Russian one to commemorate a dead ambassador. This is not provocative anymore, it lives in the third dimension and we should all be able to understand what is going on. So how does one react to a native paquistani or Tunisian police officer in Turkey shooting down the Russian ambassador at the opening of a exposition? Both Turkey and Russia have reacted “well composed” in my opinion. Regardless who produced these “false flags”, although Spiderman’s head suggest strong interference from American and British intelligence agencies, the only group that could benefit of an escalation in the region would be the military industrial complex. That and all it needs to sustain itself. The only negative expansion power, the one that ends things by placing military units, bases and camps around the world is the United states. So, in theory I could easily march around the woods with a stars and stripes, but I’m European. Have one of those as well, has never been used before, and I thought Jean Claude would appreciate it if he would “fly by” for a quick visit. This time I hardly notice German flags covering the profile of Facebook users; who wants to do the wrong thing by now? How should one react? Anyway you see fit as far as I’m concerned, and that I am. Who wants to acknowledge the shortcomings of our own intellect as a group? Where is mad dog Alpha and his wiggling tail? Luna will find him and teach him a lesson. Is it the short-term memory loss we all severely suffer from?