BNW Brave New World
Samenzwering, verborgen agenda's en geheime geschiedenis. De zoektocht naar de wereld die achter de façade van alledag ligt.
"10:05 P.M. On the wing. After snowstorm, have spied mountain range ahead higher than any hitherto seen. May equal Himalayas, allowing for height of plateau. Probable Latitude 76° 15, Longitude 113° 10 E. Reaches far as can see to right and left. Suspicion of two smoking cones. All peaks black and bare of snow. Gale blowing off them impedes navigation."
"Moulton's plane forced down on plateau in foothills, but nobody hurt and perhaps can repair. Shall transfer essentials to other three for return or further moves if necessary, but no more heavy plane travel needed just now. Mountains surpass anything in imagination. Am going up scouting in Carrolls plane, with all weight out.
"You cant imagine anything like this. Highest peaks must go over thirty-five thousand feet. Everest out of the running. Atwood to work out height with theodolite while Carroll and I go up. Probably wrong about cones, for formations look stratified. Possibly pre-Cambrian slate with other strata mixed in. Queer skyline effects - regular sections of cubes clinging to highest peaks. Whole thing marvelous in red-gold light of low sun. Like land of mystery in a dream or gateway to forbidden world of untrodden wonder. Wish you were here to study."
"Up with Carroll over highest foothills. Dont dare try really tall peaks in present weather, but shall later. Frightful work climbing, and hard going at this altitude, but worth it. Great range fairly solid, hence cant get any glimpses beyond. Main summits exceed Himalayas, and very queer. Range looks like pre-Cambrian slate, with plain signs of many other upheaved strata. Was wrong about volcanism. Goes farther in either direction than we can see. Swept clear of snow above about twenty-one thousand feet.
"Odd formations on slopes of highest mountains. Great low square blocks with exactly vertical sides, and rectangular lines of low, vertical ramparts, like the old Asian castles clinging to steep mountains in Roerichs paintings. Impressive from distance. Flew close to some, and Carroll thought they were formed of smaller separate pieces, but that is probably weathering. Most edges crumbled and rounded off as if exposed to storms and climate changes for millions of years.
"Parts, especially upper parts, seem to be of lighter-colored rock than any visible strata on slopes proper, hence of evidently crystalline origin. Close flying shows many cave mouths, some unusually regular in outline, square or semicircular. You must come and investigate. Think I saw rampart squarely on top of one peak. Height seems about thirty thousand to thirty-five thousand feet. Am up twenty-one thousand, five hundred myself, in devilish, gnawing cold. Wind whistles and pipes through passes and in and out of caves, but no flying danger so far."
"Moulton's plane forced down on plateau in foothills, but nobody hurt and perhaps can repair. Shall transfer essentials to other three for return or further moves if necessary, but no more heavy plane travel needed just now. Mountains surpass anything in imagination. Am going up scouting in Carrolls plane, with all weight out.
"You cant imagine anything like this. Highest peaks must go over thirty-five thousand feet. Everest out of the running. Atwood to work out height with theodolite while Carroll and I go up. Probably wrong about cones, for formations look stratified. Possibly pre-Cambrian slate with other strata mixed in. Queer skyline effects - regular sections of cubes clinging to highest peaks. Whole thing marvelous in red-gold light of low sun. Like land of mystery in a dream or gateway to forbidden world of untrodden wonder. Wish you were here to study."
"Up with Carroll over highest foothills. Dont dare try really tall peaks in present weather, but shall later. Frightful work climbing, and hard going at this altitude, but worth it. Great range fairly solid, hence cant get any glimpses beyond. Main summits exceed Himalayas, and very queer. Range looks like pre-Cambrian slate, with plain signs of many other upheaved strata. Was wrong about volcanism. Goes farther in either direction than we can see. Swept clear of snow above about twenty-one thousand feet.
"Odd formations on slopes of highest mountains. Great low square blocks with exactly vertical sides, and rectangular lines of low, vertical ramparts, like the old Asian castles clinging to steep mountains in Roerichs paintings. Impressive from distance. Flew close to some, and Carroll thought they were formed of smaller separate pieces, but that is probably weathering. Most edges crumbled and rounded off as if exposed to storms and climate changes for millions of years.
"Parts, especially upper parts, seem to be of lighter-colored rock than any visible strata on slopes proper, hence of evidently crystalline origin. Close flying shows many cave mouths, some unusually regular in outline, square or semicircular. You must come and investigate. Think I saw rampart squarely on top of one peak. Height seems about thirty thousand to thirty-five thousand feet. Am up twenty-one thousand, five hundred myself, in devilish, gnawing cold. Wind whistles and pipes through passes and in and out of caves, but no flying danger so far."
"Een menschenhater, menschenschuwend mensch, die niet gaarne andere menschen ziet; een wonderlijk, ongezellig mensch, vijand van alle vrolijkheid.'
"My voice is nothing, my thoughts are nothing, in many respects I'm like you; nothing"
"My voice is nothing, my thoughts are nothing, in many respects I'm like you; nothing"
Ik ben toch reuzebenieuwd hoe je daar in hemelsnaam bij komt.quote:Op vrijdag 25 februari 2011 14:37 schreef Bankfurt het volgende:
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De aarde is hol, en in de schil bevinden zich tal van onderaardse gangen, tunnels en maglev-rails; die zo'n 300.000 jaar geleden zijn aangelegd.
De meeste ingangen bevinden zich onder militaire bases, kastelen, paleizen en overheidsgebouwen van de Illuminati.
Andere belangrijke ingangen zijn: Ijsland, de Falkland eilanden, Zwitserse Alpen, Mojave dessert etc.
Er leven verder diverse groepen en machten onderaards; vooral onder Tibet en Antarctica.
Je klinkt daar erg stellig over, dus kun je er ongetwijfeld meer over vertellen.
Perhaps you've seen it, maybe in a dream.
A murky, forgotten land.
A murky, forgotten land.
Ja, volgens mij wel, want het verhaal gaat verder...quote:
En is er ooit nog wat vernomen van deze bemanning?
From this point I write all the following events here from memory. It defies the imagination and would seem all but madness if it had not happened.
The radioman and I are taken from the aircraft and we are re ceived in a most cordial manner. We were then boarded on a small platform-like conveyance with no wheels! It moves us toward the glowing city with great swiftness. As we approach, the city seems to be made of a crystal material. Soon we arrive at a large building that is a type I have never seen before. It appears to be right out of the design board of Frank Lloyd Wright, or perhaps more correctly, out of a Buck Rogers setting!! We are given some type of warm beverage which tasted like nothing I have ever savored before. It is delicious. After about ten minutes, two of our wondrous appearing hosts come to our quarters and announce that I am to accompany them. I have no choice but to comply. I leave my radioman behind and we walk a short dis tance and enter into what seems to be an elevator. We descend downward for some moments, the machine stops, and the door lifts silently upward! We then proceed down a long hallway that is lit by a rose-colored light that seems to be emanating from the very walls themselves! One of the beings motions for us to stop before a great door. Over the door is an inscription that I cannot read. The great door slides noiselessly open and I am beckoned to enter. One of my hosts speaks. 'Have no fear, Admiral, you are to have an audience with the Master...'
De rest hier: http://www.v-j-enterprises.com/byrdiar.html
Nog wat leuke info:
http://thehollowearthinsider.com/news/wmview.php?ArtID=6
bron: http://answers.google.com/answers/threadview?id=291033
quote:Another problem with the "diary" is that it has Byrd flying around in
an airplane at the North Pole in February 1947, a time when he was
known to be "Officer in Charge" of a Naval operation in Antarctica
(i.e., the other pole).
Do a search for "Admiral Byrd" in the New York Times archive for February 1947:
http://pqasb.pqarchiver.com/nytimes/advancedsearch.html
En nog een leuk artikel wat de bron van de 'secret diary' bespreekt;quote:It seems that the only controversy [...], is
not the one to which I referred. It is alleged that 2 diaries exist,
one in Ohio State, the other alleged one (by The International Society
for a Complete Earth (ISCE)was private until his death, after which an
'expanded' version was published by ISCE in 1996.That is the document
I am questioning and the one that is creating the controversy.
http://thehollowearthinsider.com/news/wmview.php?ArtID=6
bron: http://answers.google.com/answers/threadview?id=291033
"Een menschenhater, menschenschuwend mensch, die niet gaarne andere menschen ziet; een wonderlijk, ongezellig mensch, vijand van alle vrolijkheid.'
"My voice is nothing, my thoughts are nothing, in many respects I'm like you; nothing"
"My voice is nothing, my thoughts are nothing, in many respects I'm like you; nothing"
'I step inside and my eyes adjust to the beautiful coloration that seems to be filling the room completely. Then I begin to see my sur roundings. What greeted my eyes is the most beautiful sight of my entire existence. It is in fact too beautiful and wondrous to describe. It is exquisite and delicate. I do not think there exists a human term that can describe it in any detail with justice! My thoughts are interrupted in a cordial manner by a warm rich voice of melodious quality, 'I bid you welcome to our domain, Admiral.' I see a man with delicate features and with the etching of years upon his face. He is seated at a long table. He motions me to sit down in one of the chairs. After I am seated, he places his fingertips together and smiles. He speaks softly again, and conveys the following.
'We have let you enter here because you are of noble character and well-known on the Surface World, Admiral.' Surface World, I half-gasp under my breath! 'Yes," the Master replies with a smile, 'you are in the domain of the Arianni, the Inner World of the Earth. We shall not long delay your mission, and you will be safely escorted back to the surface and for a distance beyond. But now, Admiral, I shall tell you why you have been summoned here. Our interest rightly begins just after your race exploded the first atomic bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan. It was at that alarm ing time we sent our flying machines, the "Flugelrads", to your surface world to investigate what your race had done. That is, of course, past history now, my dear Admiral, but I must continue on. You see, we have never interfered before in your race's wars, and barbarity, but now we must, for you have learned to tamper with a certain power that is not for man, namely, that of atomic energy. Our emissaries have already delivered messages to the powers of your world, and yet they do not heed. Now you have been chosen to be witness here that our world does exist. You see, our Culture and Science is many thousands of years beyond your race, Admiral.' I interrupted, 'But what does this have to do with me, Sir?'
The Master's eyes seemed to penetrate deeply into my mind, and after studying me for a few moments he replied, 'Your race has now reached the point of no return, for there are those among you who would destroy your very world rather than relinquish their power as they know it...' I nodded, and the Master continued, 'In 1945 and afterward, we tried to contact your race, but our efforts were met with hostility, our Flugelrads were fired upon. Yes, even pursued with malice and animosity by your fighter planes. So, now, I say to you, my son, there is a great storm gathering in your world, a black fury that will not spend itself for many years. There will be no answer in your arms, there will be no safety in your science. It may rage on until every flower of your culture is trampled, and all human things are leveled in vast chaos. Your recent war was only a prelude of what is yet to come for your race. We here see it more clearly with each hour..do you say I am mistaken?'
'No,' I answer, 'it happened once before, the dark ages came and they lasted for more than five hundred years.'
'Yes, my son,' replied the Master, 'the dark ages that will come now for your race will cover the Earth like a pall, but I believe that some of your race will live through the storm, beyond that, I cannot say. We see at a great distance a new world stirring from the ruins of your race, seeking its lost and legendary treasures, and they will be here, my son, safe in our keeping. When that time arrives, we shall come forward again to help revive your culture and your race. Perhaps, by then, you will have learned the futility of war and its strife...and after that time, certain of your culture and science will be returned for your race to begin anew. You, my son, are to return to the Surface World with this message.....'
With these closing words, our meeting seemed at an end. I stood for a moment as in a dream
'We have let you enter here because you are of noble character and well-known on the Surface World, Admiral.' Surface World, I half-gasp under my breath! 'Yes," the Master replies with a smile, 'you are in the domain of the Arianni, the Inner World of the Earth. We shall not long delay your mission, and you will be safely escorted back to the surface and for a distance beyond. But now, Admiral, I shall tell you why you have been summoned here. Our interest rightly begins just after your race exploded the first atomic bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan. It was at that alarm ing time we sent our flying machines, the "Flugelrads", to your surface world to investigate what your race had done. That is, of course, past history now, my dear Admiral, but I must continue on. You see, we have never interfered before in your race's wars, and barbarity, but now we must, for you have learned to tamper with a certain power that is not for man, namely, that of atomic energy. Our emissaries have already delivered messages to the powers of your world, and yet they do not heed. Now you have been chosen to be witness here that our world does exist. You see, our Culture and Science is many thousands of years beyond your race, Admiral.' I interrupted, 'But what does this have to do with me, Sir?'
The Master's eyes seemed to penetrate deeply into my mind, and after studying me for a few moments he replied, 'Your race has now reached the point of no return, for there are those among you who would destroy your very world rather than relinquish their power as they know it...' I nodded, and the Master continued, 'In 1945 and afterward, we tried to contact your race, but our efforts were met with hostility, our Flugelrads were fired upon. Yes, even pursued with malice and animosity by your fighter planes. So, now, I say to you, my son, there is a great storm gathering in your world, a black fury that will not spend itself for many years. There will be no answer in your arms, there will be no safety in your science. It may rage on until every flower of your culture is trampled, and all human things are leveled in vast chaos. Your recent war was only a prelude of what is yet to come for your race. We here see it more clearly with each hour..do you say I am mistaken?'
'No,' I answer, 'it happened once before, the dark ages came and they lasted for more than five hundred years.'
'Yes, my son,' replied the Master, 'the dark ages that will come now for your race will cover the Earth like a pall, but I believe that some of your race will live through the storm, beyond that, I cannot say. We see at a great distance a new world stirring from the ruins of your race, seeking its lost and legendary treasures, and they will be here, my son, safe in our keeping. When that time arrives, we shall come forward again to help revive your culture and your race. Perhaps, by then, you will have learned the futility of war and its strife...and after that time, certain of your culture and science will be returned for your race to begin anew. You, my son, are to return to the Surface World with this message.....'
With these closing words, our meeting seemed at an end. I stood for a moment as in a dream
http://thehollowearthinsider.com/news/wmview.php?ArtID=6quote:
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'Yes, my son,' replied the Master, 'the dark ages that will come now for your race will cover the Earth like a pall, but I believe that some of your race will live through the storm, beyond that, I cannot say. We see at a great distance a new world stirring from the ruins of your race, seeking its lost and legendary treasures, and they will be here, my son, safe in our keeping. When that time arrives, we shall come forward again to help revive your culture and your race. Perhaps, by then, you will have learned the futility of war and its strife...and after that time, certain of your culture and science will be returned for your race to begin anew. You, my son, are to return to the Surface World with this message.....'
With these closing words, our meeting seemed at an end. I stood for a moment as in a dream
quote:I mentioned my research into the diary to my friend, and colleague artist Robert Van Aulen and he responded by sending me a video copy of the 1937 MGM motion picture ?Lost Horizon,? drawing my attention to a scene where the star, Ronald Coleman has an audience with the Dali Lama in Shangra-La, a lost city in Tibet. The Master tells him that there ?is a dark time coming? but that:
?You, my son, (said the Master), ?will live through the storm. You will preserve the fragrance of our history and add to it a touch of your own mind. Beyond that, my vision weakens ? but I see in the great distance a new world starting in the ruins ? But in hopefulness, seeking it?s lost and legendary treasures, and they will all be here, my son, hidden behind the mountains under the blue moon, preserved as if by a miracle??
Now, lets compare that with what, according to ?The Secret Diary of Admiral Richard Evelyn Byrd,? was a meeting between The Admiral and the ?Master? of the Arianni;
?Yes, my son,? replied the Master, ?the dark ages that will come for your race will cover the Earth like a pall, but I believe that some of your race will live through the storm, beyond that I cannot say. We see a great distance a new world stirring from the ruins of your race, seeking its lost and legendary treasures, and they will be here my son, safe in our keeping??
It appears to me that the ?Master? of the Arianni was either a great Ronald Coleman fan that spent his time watching old surface world movies or ? this is a blatant case of plagiarism. You decide.
"Een menschenhater, menschenschuwend mensch, die niet gaarne andere menschen ziet; een wonderlijk, ongezellig mensch, vijand van alle vrolijkheid.'
"My voice is nothing, my thoughts are nothing, in many respects I'm like you; nothing"
"My voice is nothing, my thoughts are nothing, in many respects I'm like you; nothing"
Maar het leest zo lekker wegquote:
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http://thehollowearthinsider.com/news/wmview.php?ArtID=6
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Het las mij te lekker weg, dat vond ik het probleem... een piloot die in een mooie verhalende romanstijl schrijft heeft zijn roeping gemist.quote:
"Een menschenhater, menschenschuwend mensch, die niet gaarne andere menschen ziet; een wonderlijk, ongezellig mensch, vijand van alle vrolijkheid.'
"My voice is nothing, my thoughts are nothing, in many respects I'm like you; nothing"
"My voice is nothing, my thoughts are nothing, in many respects I'm like you; nothing"
Deze hele mythe doet me denken aan een van mijn favoriete verhalen van H.P. Lovecraft, at the mountains of madness en at the earth's core, waarbij frappant is dat het eerst genoemde verhaal al vaker aan de basis heeft gestaan van hedendaagse mythes..
You can't convince a believer of anything; for their belief is not based on evidence, it's based on a deep seated need to believe
C. Sagan
C. Sagan
je bedoeld waar ik dit uit heb geknipt?quote:
Deze hele mythe doet me denken aan een van mijn favoriete verhalen van H.P. Lovecraft, at the mountains of madness en at the earth's core, waarbij frappant is dat het eerst genoemde verhaal al vaker aan de basis heeft gestaan van hedendaagse mythes..
Is onze aarde hol? #2
Ik had hetzelfde namelijk...
"Een menschenhater, menschenschuwend mensch, die niet gaarne andere menschen ziet; een wonderlijk, ongezellig mensch, vijand van alle vrolijkheid.'
"My voice is nothing, my thoughts are nothing, in many respects I'm like you; nothing"
"My voice is nothing, my thoughts are nothing, in many respects I'm like you; nothing"
Jawel, bedacht me dat ook al. Allemaal iets té .quote:
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Het las mij te lekker weg, dat vond ik het probleem... een piloot die in een mooie verhalende romanstijl schrijft heeft zijn roeping gemist.
Maar wie weet bestaat er echt zo'n wereld , zou toch geweldig zijn
Dat wel natuurlijk, maar ik geloof ook geen reet van die verhalen. Het zijn legendes.quote:
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Jawel, bedacht me dat ook al. Allemaal iets té .
Maar wie weet bestaat er echt zo'n wereld , zou toch geweldig zijn
Tenzij Bankfurt met iets op de proppen komt waardoor ik van mening verander natuurlijk
Ja precies, er zijn vele overeenkomsten tussen een fictief verhaaltje en deze mythes. Je zou bijna denken dat ook dit verhaal gewoonweg overgenomen is uit zijn boeken...quote:
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je bedoeld waar ik dit uit heb geknipt?
Is onze aarde hol? #2
Ik had hetzelfde namelijk...
You can't convince a believer of anything; for their belief is not based on evidence, it's based on a deep seated need to believe
C. Sagan
C. Sagan
Hier een interessant artikel.
Hitlers Antarctic Base the Myth and the Reality
Hieruit blijkt dat het fabeltjes zijn.
[ Bericht 11% gewijzigd door #ANONIEM op 27-02-2011 17:32:11 ]
Hitlers Antarctic Base the Myth and the Reality
Hieruit blijkt dat het fabeltjes zijn.
[ Bericht 11% gewijzigd door #ANONIEM op 27-02-2011 17:32:11 ]
Volgens Peter Beeching en Colin Summerhayes is het een fabeltje.quote:
Hier een interessant artikel.
Hitlers Antarctic Base the Myth and the Reality
Hieruit blijkt dat het fabeltjes zijn.
Tja, het is maar net wie en wat je gelooft.
Iig erg leuk om deze artikelen te lezen
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Ik zou wel eens van bijvoorbeeld Bankfurt willen weten wat hij precies weet aangaande dit onderwerp.quote:Op zondag 27 februari 2011 17:58 schreef Lavenderr het volgende:
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Volgens Peter Beeching en Colin Summerhayes is het een fabeltje.
Tja, het is maar net wie en wat je gelooft.
Iig erg leuk om deze artikelen te lezen
Verder ga ik ook nog ff op zoek naar wat meer info over die U-boten die nooit meer zouden zijn teruggekeerd.
Mooi leesvoer Jokkebrok !.
Mocht er iets van waar zijn heb ik altijd het gevoel gehad dat de Falkland eilanden daarom zo belangrijk voor GB zijn.
P.S. http://www.v-j-enterprises.com/mojave1.html De hav_musavs en hun onderaardse steden
Branton was in de jaren 90 "de man"als het over conplotten ging
Mocht er iets van waar zijn heb ik altijd het gevoel gehad dat de Falkland eilanden daarom zo belangrijk voor GB zijn.
P.S. http://www.v-j-enterprises.com/mojave1.html De hav_musavs en hun onderaardse steden
Branton was in de jaren 90 "de man"als het over conplotten ging
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Δημοσθένης
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18FgnFVm5k0&fmt=37&hd=1&autoplay=1
Δημοσθένης
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18FgnFVm5k0&fmt=37&hd=1&autoplay=1
Ja, of het is verzonnenquote:
En is er ooit nog wat vernomen van deze bemanning?
Hoe moet je anders zo'n log krijgen.
Als het niet met een hamer te repareren is, is het een elektrisch probleem.
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Ja, of het is verzonnen
Hoe moet je anders zo'n log krijgen.
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Als je vecht kan je verliezen, als je niet vecht heb je al verloren...
Zoals over die 300.000 (!!!) jaar oude maglev rails in de aardkorst waar hij eerder over sprak.quote:
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Dat wel natuurlijk, maar ik geloof ook geen reet van die verhalen. Het zijn legendes.
Tenzij Bankfurt met iets op de proppen komt waardoor ik van mening verander natuurlijk
Daar wil ik wel meer info over horen.
Perhaps you've seen it, maybe in a dream.
A murky, forgotten land.
A murky, forgotten land.
daar heb je toch wel een punt bakfurtjequote:
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Yep, ja, ik weet dat dat zo is; hetzelfde geldt voor Sesamstraat, Pokemon, nickelodeon, Disney world; eigenlijk alle soorten van cartoons.
Het is mind-control voor de kleintjes.
Zo wordt een robotachtige en kunstmatige wereld opgevoed van domme wezens met een antenne op hun hoofd, die elkaar alleen maar knuffelen en domme geluiden kunnen produceren en alleen nog maar mogen luisteren naar een luidspreker of naar inkomende elektronische signalen van zendmasten.
they say it's already bin written, from day to day and nobody gonna change it, i say let's read the Forbiddenchapters.
Bankfurt heeft wel vaker een punt. Verstopt tussen de andere posts van hem.quote:
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daar heb je toch wel een punt bakfurtje
op het begin was het allemaal een beetje vaag en duister maar hij kan wel punten maken inderdaad , Touché bankfurtquote:
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Bankfurt heeft wel vaker een punt. Verstopt tussen de andere posts van hem.
they say it's already bin written, from day to day and nobody gonna change it, i say let's read the Forbiddenchapters.
Laat P_o_P dit niet lezenquote:
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op het begin was het allemaal een beetje vaag en duister maar hij kan wel punten maken inderdaad , Touché bankfurt
