They want us to believe the end is the beginning, at best or at worst a new beginning, a second chance. No, thank you! The first chance was bad enough. Let us die in peace. Ils veulent nous faire prendre des vessies sans prostate pour des lanternes de garde-chiourmes de prison. Mais qu’ils nous laissent crever en paix et jusque là survivre dans l’oubli de ce destin mortel. I don’t want to know what’s coming because I have enough trouble remembering the horror of what I have gone through up to now. It can’t really be worse. And if it is, let us lift our bottle and Glück auf!