fresh leafs falling from the trees, hurting little bees flying around those smells coming out of the holes in the earth made of stone and rotten bodies of little kids, little kids that never knew anything but stone and bees flying around those leaves and those trees tying to reach the light which never came as there was no sun under that big steel box,  those little kids that never new anything but smoke coming out of the banks filled with amoniac and metan and those strange white two-eyed shadows moving behind the glass poking them always with those little sharp red hot chilli peppers coming out of thousands of black boxes marked in golden "Propag"