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Ik ga een paar keer in het jaar een bakje kibbelingen eten bij #visrestaurant Westerhuis in Termuntenzijl. Dit keer ben ik in Borger met de route gestart. Samen met nog een motorrijder zijn we via leuke weggetjes en door verschillende dorpen naar Termuntenzijl gereden. De route die ik gemaakt heb is een rondrit zodat je de route overal kan starten.

 Het eerste stuk van Borger naar Stadskanaal geniet ik van het mooie uitzicht over het #veen , waar de #boeren op de landerijen aan het werk zijn.

Even later ga ik door het buurtschap Ter Maasch wat een karakter heeft van een Essenzwermdorp. Met leuke lange bochten kom ik ook door #Veenhuizen wat van oorsprong een boermarke is. In Onstwedde sla ik op een gegeven moment de dorpsstraat in die ik helemaal door rij tot ik op de rotonde de tweede afslag neem om vervolgens rechtsaf te slaan de Wessingerhuizerweg op, let op na de rotonde sla ik direct weer rechts deze ligt direct na de rotonde. Sommige navigatiesystemen geven aan dat je op de rotonde de eerste afslag moet nemen, dat moet dus niet!

 

Over de smalle Wessinghuizerweg gaat de route verder door het mooie Groningen. Veel zeggen dat Groningen kaal is met lange rechte wegen. Dat klopt niet helemaal, want even later kom ik aan in buurtgemeenschap van Wessinghuizen, ook weer een mooie nederzetting in het Groningse landschap waar een mooi smal slingerweggetje doorheen loopt. In Wessinghuizen komen de Ruiten-Aa en de Mussel-Aa bij elkaar en gaan dan samen verder als Westerwoldse-Aa. Over de Engelkensbrug, wat vroeger de enige verbinding was met Veele, gaat de weg over op de Veelerweg wat ook weer een smal kronkelend weggetje is. Ik zie door een bocht dat er een grootlandbouw voertuig in aan komst is. Toen we vlak bij elkaar waren namen we allebei gas terug, het enorme voertuig komt tot stilstand en laat mij rustig passeren ik groet vriendelijk en de man achter het stuur steekt vriendelijk zijn duim op. Dit is ook #Groningen vriendelijk zijn naar elkaar.

Op de kruising in Veele ga ik linksaf. Op de hoek aan de linkerkant zit bakkerij Leta. Ik zie dat er een terras bij de bakkerij is, ik besluit om verder te gaan waar ik later spijt van krijg. In Veele neem ik de eerste afslag en ga onder de N368 door op de Venneweg en kom ik uit in Veelerveen. Nu ik er zo over nadenk zie ik dat we al vele leuke dorpjes zijn gepasseerd. Net voor het B.L. Tijdenskanaal ga linksaf, in de lange bocht zie ik een molen staan waar ik rechts aanhoud en rij langs de molen en het kanaal. Net buiten Veelerveen zie ik een brede stuw waar het water met geweld op het lager gelegen gedeelte neer klettert, naast de stuw ligt een sluis voor de pleziervaart. Ik rijd ongeveer vier kilometer langs het kanaal, dan gaat de weg over in een onverharde weg. Gelukkig ligt er een brug en kan ik het kanaal oversteken om mijn rit aan de overkant vervolgen. Er zitten een paar onoverzichtelijke bochten in deze weg, ook is er meer verkeer aan deze kant. Ik rij achter een fietser die keurig aan de kant fietst maar doordat ik niet door de bocht kan kijken kies ik er voor om achter de fietser te blijven en dat is maar goed ook, van de andere kant komt een #auto met hoge snelheid om de bocht scheuren. In een flits ik zie nog net twee kindertjes los achter in de auto zitten. Waarom rij je zo hard met je kostbaarste bezit in de auto, mompel ik onder mijn helm. We steken het kanaal via een smalle brug over en via de Kerklaan rijden we Bellingwolde binnen. Op de kruising gaan we rechtsaf de Hoofdweg op, aan de overkant zie ik in de linkerhoek een oude kerk staan. Even een foto momentje inlassen. Nadat we de nodige foto's gemaakt hebben rijden we Bellingwolde met de mooie grote herenhuizen weer uit. De kerk, waar ik net foto's van heb gemaakt bleef me maar bezig houden. Waarom, weet ik op dat moment niet, onbewust toch iets bekends misschien.

Van de route af:

De route gaat ook langs vesting dorp #Oudeschans . Nu wou ik daar even gaan kijken, maar op de straat stond een verkeerregelaar die me tegen hield en vertelde me om op de parkeerplaats even verderop te gaan parkeren en te voet het vesting dorp te gaan bekijken. Normaal kun je er doorheen rijden maar als er een evenement is kan ik begrijpen dat je er niet door mag rijden, zou het ook niet graag willen met als er zoveel mensen op straat loopt. We vervolgen de route die naar Nieuwe Schans leid, althans dat is de bedoeling. Op de weg ernaartoe zitten een paar mooie leuke en snelle bochten in. Bij klein Ulsda staan er hekken op de weg en wordt het verkeer omgeleid. Wij zijn die ook maar gaan volgen. De omleiding ging door Klein Ulsda waar we over de Westerwoldse A kanaal gaan en onder de A7 door en even later moeten we wachten bij een spoorwegovergang. Net voor het plaatsnaambord van Beerta ga je met de weg mee en gaat de weg over in een betonnen weg. De omleiding gaat wel door nieuw Beerta. Net als ik nieuw Beerta uit rij zie ik mijn oorspronkelijke route weer op mijn garmin zumo verschijnen die aangeeft om linksaf te afslaan zodat we de route weer kunnen gaan volgen en rijden we over de verlengde Hoofdweg.  De route brengt je ook door het mooie plaatsje Drieborg. In Drieborg ga ik over de Kroonpolder en merk dat ik steeds dichter bij het water kom. Het waait er iets harder en met twee scherpe bochten ben ik door de eerste duin gereden en ga ik aan het einde links en rij ik een doodlopende weg in, om uiteindelijk bij statenzijl te komen.

Bij nieuw-statenzijl rij ik de dijk omhoog en heb gelijk een wijduitzicht over de Dollard, doordat het prachtig weer is zie ik het Duitse Emden dat aan de andere kant van de Dollard ligt. Hier vind je ook de eerste (of de laatste) grens overgang met Duitsland, deze grensovergang kun je alleen te voet of met een fiets passeren. De plezierboten liggen vast met hun romp op het slik, en dan de stilte wat een mooi gebied. Het valt me ook op dat er redelijk wat toeristen dit gebied komen bezoeken, het zijn vooral veel fietsers. Ik zie dat er een groep van vier oudere mannen aankomen op een snorfiets, die zijn met z'n allen ook heerlijk aan het toeren. Hier kun je heerlijk vertoeven, maar we moeten verder want ik begin nu toch serieus honger te krijgen, hadden we nu toch maar even op het terras bij die bakker in Veele iets genuttigd. Kom op naar Termuntenzijl, en een heerlijk bakje kibbeling eten.

En weer door!

Voordat we Termunten aan doen komen we nog door het gehucht Fiemel waar nog een aantal Bunkers staan wat deel uitmaakte van de #Atlantikwall . Deze maakte deel uit van een verdedigingslinie van 5000km lang was, en van Noorwegen tot aan de met Spanje. Die door de #Duitsers in de tweede oorlog gebouwd is. Zo rijd ik verder onderaan de dijk langs, wetende dat de #Dollard aan de andere kant ligt. In Termunten ga ik over een smal padje dat om de Ursuskerk leid. Hier kun je door de hoogte verschillen goed zien dat dit dorp op een wierde is gebouwd. Eenmaal uit Termunten volgt al snel Termuntenzijl en begin ik de kibbelingen al te ruiken.

Het was daar zoals gewoonlijk druk mensen stonden in de rij te wachten tot ze aan de beurt waren. Mijn reisgezel ging ook in de rij staan terwijl ik een plekje zocht op het terras. Even later kwam mijn reisgezel met een dienblad met twee grote bakken heerlijke kibbelingen. Hij keek me lachend aan en zei, ze vroeg groot of klein ik heb maar voor groot gekozen en ik zag dat ze maar door schepte. Ik zei, man wat een grote bak met kibbelingen ben nu wel blij dat we niet bij die bakker gestopt zijn om koffie met appeltaart te nuttigen.

Na de heerlijke grootte bak met kibbelingen die we met moeite op hebben gekregen zijn we weer verder gegaan richting Delfzijl. Maar eerst hebben we de zeesluizen nog aangedaan maar er lag geen schip in dus snel door. Na de zeesluizen gingen we langs het dorp Farmsum en daarna Delfzijl en voor ik het door had reden we Appingedam binnen waar ik even moest zoeken naar een klein weggetje die verscholen licht. Maar ik vond hem en nu was het simpel als maar rechtdoor. Aan de linkerkant langs het Damsterdiep en aan de rechterkant de N360, de rijksweg van Groningen naar #Delfzijl .                                     

Zo rijden we tot aan Ten post en rijden we over de N856. Plots zie ik twee koplampen op mijn weghelft waardoor ik hard moet remmen en uitweek naar de doorgetrokken lijn aan de zijkant van de weg. Even later gaan we over de brug rechts en rijden we langs het Eemskanaal. De weg langs het Eemskanaal gaat langzaam naar beneden en rijden we onder de waterspiegel. Bij de Laanweg rij ik rechtdoor omdat ik een weg zie die naar boven loopt langs het kanaal. Hier stop ik even om toch nog wat meer te zien van het Eemskanaal. Eenmaal boven op de dijk zien we aan de overkant Woltersum liggen ook zie je goed hoe hoog het Eemskanaal ligt ten opzichte van de huizen. Tijdens onze stop aan het Eemskanaal hebben we twee schepen voorbij zien varen en ook wat recreatie vaart toch nog een kanaal waar redelijk wat activiteit gaande is. Ging net goed he, zei mijn reisgezelschap. Ja gelukkig wel heb je gezien wat er in zat, vroeg ik. Een dame met de telefoon in haar hand, hoop dat ze schrok van jou. Kan niet zei ik, had mijn vizier dicht. We moesten er uiteindelijk maar om lachen, we laten deze mooie dag niet verpesten door een bellende automobiliste, tis goed goan ja!

We verlaten het Eemkanaal en via Harkstede gaan we onder de A7 door en komen we in Foxhol en rijden we door de vele dorpen en gehuchten Drenthe weer in. Bij Spijkerboor stoppen we nog even bij café t'Keerpunt waar we nog een bakkie koffie op het terras namen. Waarna we weer verder gingen om via Eexterzandvoort en Gasselte bij het eindpunt van deze route in Borger aan te komen.

Groningen is een leuke provincie om te rijden. Helaas zijn er mensen die negatief praten over het rijden in de provincie Groningen, het is er kaal,  lange rechte wegen, niets te bekijken. Dat is wat ik vaak hoor maar dat is totaal onterecht.

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Requiem: Chapter 1
- I'm orphaned looking at the two silver-grey urns on the steel plane in the lawn. It sings, but I don't really notice. The drizzle mixes with my silent tears and flows past my grief face. I want and will keep me strong, but nothing is more difficult. My soaked hair sticks like a snail in my neck. Wherever my parents may be, in these urns or as an immortal soul in some dimension, my thoughts are with them. I am neither an atheist nor a convinced pillar biter, but the longer I walk around this globe, the more I doubt the existence of a Supreme Being. Some call this creature God, some give Him a different name. “If “He exists and has power or influence on our world, if He has any power to intervene, then such a thing should not happen. Shooting images through my head. An afternoon in the snow with my father where we made a giant snowman with all the trimmings. The beautiful black hair of my mother that I liked brushing as a little child. The many ways of life I got from both my parents. A God who allows this, I don't want to know today. The person responsible for this is all the better. It is the only creature that possesses the ability to decimate, rape, slaughter and quartering its own kind without remorse. The only living creature that kills his own kind in an instant and goes on without looking back, without even dwell on his irreversible act, just as if nothing had happened,. The remains of my parents, twice a few handfuls of ashes, descend silently into their respective urns underground. A small copper-colored plate, not so large, on which in small letters their name, date of birth and death is printed, automatically slides across the space and takes their place. It seems to me like a misplaced magic trick: now you see them... then no more! In my heart, however, they will never disappear. Arturo Mitsukai and his wife Sachiko Matai had died a violent death. Violence is, of course, an unmistakable fact from the beginning of the existence of mankind. The survival urge that is embedded in our genes is difficult to cut out as a tumor or a tumour. It is peculiar to our society and burned in us as a mark. Both in humans or in society there is one rule, one law that is still valid. The law of the strongest! Sometimes the result of this law is directly proportional to the use of the power of the person using the force. Unfortunately, there are people who only know this answer, who only listen when they feel a hard hand. Another time, the aggression used is so excessive that the majority frankly disapprove of it because it passes its goal. But when that piece of perverse brutality touches you personally, it changes you forever. It's a cancerous tumor that keeps growing and at some point breaks open like an overripe pimple. With all the disastrous consequences. It crawls into your brain, it nests like a virus in your mind, a worm that does irrevocable harm. Friends and acquaintances of my parents, some of whom I had ever seen, people from the accounting office where I work, other completely strangers to me, have just expressed their condolences in a silence that is fraught with the way my parents literally and figuratively from life-carved. I just can't imagine it, I have to try to push my thoughts away in a separate corner where they may slumber in quiet grief.. That's where I'm going to keep them for a while until the time is right. Then, the moment it's necessary, I'm going to reenepen these feelings.. I will never forget what was done to my parents, never will I forgive the unsub! My name is Yukiko Mitsukai and today I promise retribution for these murders. I appeal to this blood deed. It is the revenge, the retribution that is the only exception to the peace-loving doctrine of the Akai. If it is not possible in these circumstances, if this promise is not at the moment, then I say that there is no reason for the existence of this use in the Akai. Exceptional circumstances require exceptional measures, you taught me that. As true as I am your daughter, I will find, and hunt your murderer wherever he may hide. If I have to search on the other side of the world or in the deepest pits of hell, he will not escape me. Even if that search lasts until I die myself or people kill me. In the course of that process, I will try to use all that you have taught me to achieve my goal. Because so much that's mine now comes from you. What you have given me is priceless. Something for which I must be eternally grateful and also am. My hands and feet will become my weapons, my mind will be tougher and sharper than the steel of a sword. I hope my vengeance can give you both peace of mind. The death of your murderer will not compare anything to what he did to you. That and nothing less I promise! Actually, I ' Akai' am at heart. ………. Arturo Mitsukai cut a leaf from a beautiful flower arrangement.. Arturo was in the winter of his life. His age, hard to estimate, could hardly be attributed to him his seventy-five years. Arturo was still as straight as he used to be when he was a proud and proud young man. His step was still confident and fixed even now. Maybe a little slower than before. His short cut white-gray hair was a natural pointer to the many years he counted. The wisdom that shone from his eyes, and the serenity in the words when he spoke of something, testified to years of experience but also to a well-founded knowledge of matters. His physical condition was tiptop, there he took care of himself every day. Arturo Mitsukai walked a little five kilometers every morning, outside when the weather was nice and otherwise on the treadmill he had purchased years ago. He also regularly cycled quite a bit of distance on his bike or stationary bike in his hobby room. A healthy mind in a healthy body was certainly not an empty phrase for him.. His greatest passion, however, was his greenhouse with exotic flora. Arturo had a large collection of flowers and plants. From dozens of species of orchids, including the hybrid species Cymbidium, Vanda and Phalaenopsis to bromeliads of different genera such as Billbergia, Guzmania and Aechmea. Yuccas and other tropical plants adorned his spacious greenhouse. In the beginning, when he started with some plants, he sometimes had a hard time distinguishing one species from another. Now after all these years of searching and working with them every day with passion, he knew them by their folk and Latin names.. Orchids, he sometimes told friends, thrive in high humidity. Therefore, they perfectly match with plants with a large leaf mass. He also told them that orchids are epiphytic, which means they can grow on other plants. Therefore, they are bound to a bark with a special substrate. To achieve a natural effect, one can make a kind of tree of it yourself and then combine it with, for example, the bromeliads he grew. Greenhouse building and its applications had few secrets left for Arturo, and sometimes he walked over to a random visitor with enthusiasm. He was forgiven with all understanding of the passion for his life's work. A layman in the profession would not understand what he was doing now. Why with tenderness and love he was still removing fresh green leaves and sometimes a flowering flower — pieces representing life — from a flower arrangement? One might think that this was an act of useless mutilation, a destroying a piece of natural beauty. Why he put the green petal and the cut flower separately in a bowl with tenderness would seem strange? He would soon find a suitable destination for this collection of cut flowers and removed plant parts. These leaves, flowers, meant new life. Fertilizer for another flower or plant. Their cycle of decay was part of the circle of life of another plant or flower. This was one of the roads that the Akai wandered. Akai or red in Japanese stood before the sun on their flag Hinomaru . This meant solar disk and they still coloured their national banner . For the Akai, that sun was the source of life and growth. The strength and aesthetics of a flower should not be subordinate to the quantity of the blossoms and the green of the leaf. Depending on the number and size of the leaves that were different for each type of flower. Thus grows and blooms a flower, a plant in all its splendor. Waste was a sin against the rules of nature. This way of life of the Akai brought balance, balance and peace of mind to the plant and flower world, as well as to the flora in the conservatory of Arturo Mitsukai. This way of thinking could be extended in a number of cases for some human life values. Sometimes one can develop certain qualities better by converting his known weaknesses in oneself into positive forces. The power of a man is only as strong as his greatest weakness. By going and working this way, man improves himself as a whole. By working on its lesser good sides, one strengthens the overall picture of oneself. When the door of the conservatory opened and the chill of the evening blew his fresh breath over the back of Arturo, he did not look back. The smell of jasmine tea met him in the person of Sachiko Matai, his life companion.. Like him, she was dressed in a sober black and white ensemble that extra accentuated her light skin. A skin like silk he knew so well, a body he still coveted. His love for Sachiko in the last season of his life was no longer marked by the bright colours of passion or by the impetuousness of youth. Now their relationship knew the gentle depth of control, a trait peculiar to their old age and the knowledge of their unconditional love for each other. Proof of this they have been providing for so many years, so many days together in prosperity and adversity. It goes without saying that one achieves such a thing only after a long time. To be able to walk the way of life together is a privilege that one can rightly be proud. It is indeed an adventure of trial and error, a process of learning and understanding, of giving and taking. Periods of happiness and disaster alternate as in every human life, but each time one helps each other back on top of it. That was the core of their love. It was not always an easy road, but it eventually led to the daily enjoyment of the deep affection between a man and a woman. With a loving smile as a silent thank you, he sipped the hot jasmine tea she had brought for him. He preferred this kind of tea, not only because he thought it was the best fragrance tea, but also because the tea was made by laying jasmine flowers among the leaves of green tea. He found that symbolically in balance with his hobby, with his hundreds of flowers and plants he grew in his conservatory. Actually, the tea he drank was of Chinese origin where they used ten kilos of jasmine flowers to obtain about one kilo of jasmine tea. The tea at Arturo had a calming effect and worked relaxing. It also promoted his digestion, which at his age was indeed important. Therefore, he was always grateful for the jasmine tea that his wife prepared him every day without fail. He still found Sachiko Matai attractive and slim, although she was barely five years younger. On several occasions he told her that. True love and affection is expressed in words and deeds. Sometimes after years of silence or blindly accepting an established fact, that self-evident affection disappears with a little bit and at a time it's gone, one day it's completely gone. Sachiko allowed to color her gray hair black at her age. Sachiko did this to please her husband and not out of personal vanity. That would be a sin for an Akai. Arturo had once told me that if he met her for the first time, it was her black long hair that he first noticed.. He fell first for her black shiny hair, then for her silent smile that always shone in her eyes and when he really met her as his future wife, he fell for the wife Sachiko herself. It was so long ago. Times gone by and then she was such a young and ignorant child. Now, as a grown woman, she put her hair up in a bun, but at night, in the intimacy of their bedroom, she loosened it and caressed Arturo with the same love and affection through her raven-black long hair before kissing her goodnight. Sachiko had never used anything of makeup in her life. By the way, her husband always said that she possessed some kind of natural beauty, still blushing every time after the little complement like the young girl she had once been. Even before Arturo drank his cup of tea, the light went out in the conservatory and several things happened at once. Arturo and Sachiko were both surprised, both by the darkness and by the strange smell of the spray that came out of the nebulizer nozzles. Shocked, they wanted to run together to the exit of the greenhouse but their feet refused duty after a few shaky steps. The world began to turn in front of their eyes like a blurry image and they remained staggering, seeking support together. However, those last steps that removed them from the oxygen-rich and liberating evening air were no longer awarded to them. The delineated perimeter of the conservatory door disappeared into an ever-darkening fog before their eyes as they both fell unconscious among their orchids, lilies, bromeliads and other exotic plants that shared their love every day. ………. Slowly, the world came back in varying degrees of pain. It was beating like a nagging banging in the back of his head, a moping in his teeth, a dry throat begging for water, and his old bones that were apparently bruised in several places. It was an extremely tormented feeling all over his body that woke up from the anaesthetic. Arturo moaned softly when he opened his eyes. The light was too bright, flashed painfully like the sharp of a knife through his mind so he turned his head very carefully to the right. To his great dismay and fear, he saw that his wife Sachiko was in the same circumstances.. Like him, she was with both hands and feet tied to a chair. She sat next to him within reach. If he wasn't handcuffed, he could touch them like that. So close and yet so far apart. Tagged with a dirty cloth she too was slowly reeling and looked around her amazed and anxious. A surprised and troubled look appeared in her eyes when she noticed Arturo. Then the first musical sounds slipped through the space in which they were tied. The tones sizzled like glowing hot coals through their awakening bodies. Both Sachiko and Arturo, who could taste a piece of good classical music in different circumstances, regained consciousness on the sounds of a gloomy Requiem. That's a Mozart piece, it shot Sachiko in the head, almost at the same time as her husband recognized the piece of music. The familiar words sounded to them, but a throbbing headache prevented both from amazing at this music . Facts mixed with their tormented feelings. The Requiem of Mozart was the last and unfinished work of the Master, composed on his sick bed. It had been figuratively and literally his last composition, his requiem. One of those futile facts that shot through the spirit of Arturo. Something that barely mattered right now. He knew that Frans Xaver Süssmayr had composed this unfinished composition of Mozart into a legendary polyphonic piece of music. Why Arturo was thinking about that, he didn't know? Just a neurotransmitter that passed some information through a synapse into a human's head. A chemical reaction at a time when other things were much more important in their difficult situation. They heard the sounds and words of Lacrimosa , the sixth part of the Requiem of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart from various corners of the walls threatening to flow on them. Lacrimosa Dies Illa, In terms of Resurget Ex Favvilla Judicandus Gay Giant, On that day of tears To which the guilty man From the ashes will rise To be judged A theatrical figure dressed in a wide white robe entered the room and suddenly danced like an unreal ghost with swirling gestures around them. Arturo and Sachiko followed the creature with anxious eyes. In every tone of the death song he waved a samurai sword around them, between them, and finally hit them during that macabre dance occasionally with surefire blows. The shining weapon reflected light at every move and at every stroke. Flashing blows to injure, not yet to kill. As a conductor's measure, the white spirit used the razor-sharp weapon on the sounds of the song, like a master he felt and shielded to the rhythm of music. Lacrimosa Dies Illa, Cutting and carving. bumps and twists. The gag choked in part the screaming of pain, their begging for mercy. However, the blood flowed with every note, more and more in a gloomy crescendo, in a menacing climax. The white dress their executioner wore turned red, soaked with blood on the sounds of gloomy music. The song led to an inhumane tragic but certain death. And death danced like a devil around them! In terms of resurget Ex Favvilla Judicandus Gay Giant, Huic Ergo Parce Deus Pie Jesu, Domine, Dona Requirement Requiem. Then be merciful to him, Oh, God.! Dear Jesus, Lord, Give them peace. The life of Arturo Mitsukai and his wife Sachiko now flows very quickly into streams out of them. Their bodies had been torn and pieces of skin were hung up unmaterially on their bodies. In their blood-filled eyes there was no hope, almost no light left. Just a sputtering pilot that threatened to extinguish every moment. Dona Requirement Requiem . A plea! Give them peace! The white-red nightmare, which unfortunately was not a dream, straightened up in all its strength, ready for the last notes. The sword raised high above himself, and on the word 'Requiem' he pulled out with all his power for the final blow, beheaded his two victims with a smooth movement in one stroke with the razor-sharp Nihonto.. The final sung word of the Requiem shouted the form even louder than the voices of the choir several times, while the heads of Arturo and Sachiko rolled on the ground in front of his feet as a final release from their suffering. His ultimate satisfaction, their forgiveness in death! 'Amen, Amen, Amen!’ © Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere Requiem: Prologue or Chapter 1 - Requiem: Prologue - Requiem: Chapter 2 -
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