Having to wait is a kind invitation to a little meditation

What was it all about? Jarmo Dorak paced up and down his room again. They had been very kind. They had gradually given him access to the Internet and other information. But not more. He still couldn’t get in touch with the outside world. Yes, he no longer had a family, but there were sure to be friends who were worried about him. He had found it was six years since he disappeared. He had to catch up these six years first. And he couldn’t believe what had happened on earth. One of the biggest countries on the planet on the brink of a civil war that was forced by fanatical gun enthusiasts. The climate change. The pandemic. And it was precisely this moment that the curator had chosen to let Jarmo fall back into this reality from the “between space”.

The people at ASTROCOHORS had said they would need to consult. Then they would make a decision. Oh yes, he had completely forgotten that with the other catastrophes: The blockade of the solar system by an unknown force that called itself the HIGH HAND. The solar system was thus cut off from the rest of the galaxy. And as before, the earth was on its own. With all these crazy people …
Jarmo’s mind whirled back and forth again. They wanted to make a decision. But about what? Okay about him. But what exactly should this decision concern? Would you finally let him go? Or should he stay here in the ATLANTIS base, locked up in this room? Just what he’s the last …
He counted in his mind. August September October November December. Five months! It’s been five months. He had tried to distract himself like they had said. He had done research about six missed years and penned a few reports, just as he had done in the “between space.”
“Computer!” He called into the room.
The ATLANTIS base computer was specially configured for him. He couldn’t address the system directly. Everything he asked for was checked beforehand by a monitor program. That’s why he couldn’t address artificial intelligence by its real name – ARNOLD.
The computer beeped in response. “Play me a song,” ordered Dorak. “The Song of the Language of Shakespeare …”
The computer beeped again and shortly afterwards a strange song could be heard, parts of which Jarmo sang softly along.

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“Hello, you bloody anglophonians, from London to L.A…. Among you are very few who speak a foreign language, but we do… The language of Shakespeare you can smoke in the pipe…”

He sat down again. Wasn’t it New Year’s Eve today? Would they at least wish him a happy new year? As far as he understood, the fireworks were off this year anyway.
But then he heard a noise. Was there someone coming?

Who has just entered the room where Jarmo Dorak has been waiting so patiently for months? The answer is here…

ASTROCOHORS CLUB No. 049: The Adventures of Tintin – The Complete Comic Series

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Jarmo Dorak has reported on Tintin’s Adventures story by story. Here are all the comic books compiled in one big report, from “Tintin in the Land of the Soviets” up to “Tintin and Alph-Art”.

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ASTROCOHORS CLUB No. 048: Comic Magazines in Europe: Spirou – Tintin – Pilote – Pif

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Many careers of famous franco-belgian comic artists started when they were working at a comic magazine. Theses magazines were the foundations of European comic culture. In this episode, Jarmo Dorak takes a look at four of them who were very famous – and one of them is even published until today…

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ASTROCOHORS CLUB No. 047: The Adventures of Father and Son by E.O. Plauen – A tragic (Hi)Story

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Even in dark times there can be light… the artist Erich Ohser, known under his pen name E.O. Plauen lived in the darkest times but was still able to bring a bit of light. His short cartoon stories of “The Adventures of Father and Son” show a critical view at the time he lived in. And they are still beloved until today. So Jarmo Dorak takes a closer look at some of Ohser’s work.

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ASTROCOHORS CLUB No. 046: Wilhelm Busch – Grandfather of Comics

In this episode Jarmo Dorak has returned from his six year exile in the “Between Space” and goes back to the roots of comics itself: the German painter, writer and poet Wilhelm Busch.

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ASTROCOHORS CLUB No. 045: Age of Resilience

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Jarmo Dorak’s mission seems to be over. But what now? He is waiting for something to happen… waiting for being send back… But sometimes the end ist just a new beginning…

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Messages from the Void

It seems that everyone lives in a VOID during these times. But here are messages from a special VOID. Hear my voice and learn that a missing person will be returning soon. And this is what he’s seen since he disappeared six years ago:

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You are probably wondering who I am. I’m the curator, I’m taking care. The Age of Resilience is coming. That is why ASTROCOHORS CLUB will enter a new phase. The returner will play a major role in this. Expects his arrival tomorrow …

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HEXAPHYRON

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Captain Piquet registered the signal. A simple sound and picture on her screen. In addition there was a writing: “HEXAPHYRON”. She nodded. She knew it had happened and hopefully everything had gone well. It had been planned for a long time. The battle for the sensible people of the earth was not yet lost. It had just really started. And that happened with this action, this operation. HEXAPHYRON

There they go

The captain of the BOURGOGNE and Professor Yefimov stood in one of the conference rooms of the headquarters of ASTROCOHORS CLUB. Both wore the prescribed mouth and nose protection and kept their distance. The mood was a bit depressed.
“We have good prospects, I would like to say,” said Yefimov. “But we still have a lot of work to do. What happened to the HIGH HAND 13th Fleet?”
“They have retreated to the edge of the solar system,” replied Captain Haddock. “So we are still cut off from the galaxy. I will restructure my team and then we will look for ways to break the blockade.”
Yefimov nodded. “I’m sorry to have to decimate your crew, but we also need staff here at headquarters,” he said.
“It’s a sad thing,” said Haddock. “But it was only a matter of time. You see, many of the people who work on board the BOURGOGNE were already here under my predecessor. We were actually just waiting for something to change. That seems to have happened now. “
“I hope you don’t hold it against me.”
“No, as I said, it was a matter of time. And with special challenges awaiting us, renewal is perhaps more important than ever for the ship’s crews too.” Haddock looked directly at Yefimov. “Take good care of my people,” he said then. “They are good people. They do an excellent job.”
“Definitely,” Yefimov confirmed. He raised his hand. “Since we still have to keep our distance due to the pandemic, I do not shake hands,” he added. “But rest assured, it would have been a particularly warm handshake.”
“Thank you,” said Haddock. “I appreciate that. Good-bye, maybe we’ll see each other again.”
“Good luck for the future.”
With that, Haddock left the room. He went to his shuttle that would take him back to the BOURGOGNE. Yefimov stood alone for a while and thought. Then he set to work on the tasks that awaited him and his people.

Cita Nalur

“Professor! Professor!”
Fulmen sounded excited. Not excited about the situation, but because something else, unpleasant, had happened. Professor Yefimov averted his eyes from the screen and turned to his young associate.
“What’s going on? Don’t we even have a small ceremony?”
“Scurra … his henchmen … it’s not over yet!”
Yefimov sighed. That was expectable. Of course, Scurra’s supporters would still cause problems. But actually these problems were now outside the scope of ASTROCOHORS CLUB.
“What happened?” The professor wanted to know.
“Scurra must …” Fulmen Grancolline stuttered. “He must … he must have owned one of the icosahedra!”
“WHAT?” Yefimov turned around. He saw that Fulmen was holding a pad in his hand. He suspected there was a note on it, so he snatched it from his hand. “One of the twenty icosahedra? The artifacts that …”
He started to read. Fulmen said: “It’s about Oberon and the battle zone. He had the icosahedron of the Cita Nalur activated. Then the battle zone of Oberon …”
“… moved to Earth, of course it did …” Yefimov muttered. “Scurra doesn’t care now. He lost anyway, so he can set the worlds on fire too.”
“So we now have a new island in the Pacific,” added Grancolline. “Her name is Cita Nalur and it includes areas A, H and D, as well as PU.”
“Can we get to this island?”
“Not according to the reports. We know that the icosahedra have great power. Cita Nalur is surrounded by a kind of force field.”
“And inside there live people who will henceforth be condemned to wage a kind of eternal fight against the enemy.”
“The enemy?” Asked Fulmen. “What kind of opponent?”
“It has to do with the history of the icosahedron,” explained Yefimov. “The icosahedron have a personality of their own. If you activate an icosahedron, you release this personality. The way I see it, there are several different zones on this new island.”
“Cita Nalur!”
“Cita Nalur, exactly. The zones are separated from each other and exist side by side. And something is happening there.”
“Is there anything we can do, Professor?”
“We can only try to get to Cita Nalur. But I can’t tell you how to do that. Do we know where Scurra got the icosahedron from?”
“No, unfortunately not.”
“Then maybe that’s the first thing we should find out.”

This is not how Professor Yefimov imagined the new beginning. And for those trapped in Cita Nalur, something new started too.

A Path of Hope and Light

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“Then let’s see what happens next,” said Professor Ostap Yefimov. “Normally this is not the right place. But we’ll make an exception.”


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The Law of Murelov

Actually there are no ages. An “era” is always something someone has come up with. The universe didn’t really care what any individuals thought of the passage of time, especially when those individuals lived on a small, blue-green planet in third orbit around a yellow sun. Moreover, what these individuals called the “era” was no more than the blink of an eye to the universe. It also made no difference whether there were revolutions on this planet, people were killed or oppressed, or whether these people destroyed their own living space in an insane manner. The universe didn’t care. In fact, the universe didn’t give a shit. A scienctist named Murelov once said it and since then this quote was known as “the law of Murelov”.

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But the people who inhabited the small, blue-green planet cared about it. At least most of them. Admiral McCloud stood in front of the image of the earth in his office. He liked it. It was a picture taken by NASA to show the beauty of the planet. In the dark hours he stood in front of the picture and looked at it. Because in the dark hours he felt how he didn’t care. The whole lousy filthy planet. And all of damn humanity. Do you want dictatorships? Then erect it and leave me alone! Do you want to destroy the environment out of greed? You don’t care about the climate crisis because climate protection stands in the way of your profit? Then please, go to hell with your fucking planet! Yes, McCloud just wanted to give up in those dark hours. Doesn’t make sense anymore. Doesn’t do anything.

Then he looked at the picture of the small, blue-green planet and thought of all the people who stood up for others. Who oppose the criminals, the gullies, the corrupt and the depraved. Just at the moment when McCloud was standing in front of this picture, children and young people around the world were protesting for better environmental protection. There were people who stood up against dictatorships, even if it meant being arrested, beaten or even killed. If others did that and had little chance of anything changing in the near future, why should he give up?

Yes, that day an era came to an end. The end had been particularly dark again, for the earth and for other planets. But with the death of the night, the day came. And maybe the new sunrise would light the way to a better future. The chances weren’t bad, at least better than in recent years. And McCloud remembered that Seneca saying: Per aspera ad astra. Through trouble to the stars. Didn’t Yefimov say the phrase in a conversation today? Yes, and he got it from his new colleague, Kaluwa Effiong. What a fitting sentence.

I’ve seen fire. The new era may now come.

United in Diversity

Now they were all together at last. At least virtually. Ostap Yefimov was in the headquarters of ASTROCOHORS CLUB, the others all spread across the Earth. But right now, because of the pandemic, it wasn’t a good idea to have too many people in one room anyway. They could all be seen on the big screen in Yefimov’s room. And Yefimov had the satisfaction of addressing them all by name.
“Fulmen Grancolline, Zomm Arrghl, Dozon Rasun, Soraya Mahdar, Nat Anders, Victor Araujo Sousa and last but not least Kaluwa Effiong.”
Yes, they were all there.
“You all have already been informed,” Yefimov continued. “The Admiralty has decided to use the moment to redesign ASTROCOHORS CLUB. I particularly like the ideas that are to be implemented. ASTROCOHORS CLUB will be responsible for the whole Earth and we are the group that the Earthlings to teach the diversity of life. “
“It is a shame,” said Mahdar, “that the Earthlings apparently cannot do this by themselves.”
“That is not entirely correct,” contradicted Zomm Arrghl, “there are very many who can very well. But in recent years a certain hostility towards science has gained the upper hand. We have to fight back now. Just think about this terrible thing with the BREXIT. How can you lie to people about the consequences of something that is so grave? “
“Something like that is alien to your species, Zomm,” interjected Fulmen. “That’s exactly why we should work on it.”
“BREXIT is a good keyword,” said Yefimov. “We are going to introduce another department, and it may not have been the last department. But strictly speaking, it is not a department. It is more a collection. We are bringing European employees together under one banner. However, they mainly stay in their respective departments Departments. I think we will introduce such a concept for other regions as well. “
“Do you think we should put some experts in a regional collection as well as in the departments?” Asked Kaluwa.
“Exactly that,” Yefimov replied. “I have something similar in mind for your African department, but that is going too far. We have enough work to do to bring everything together so far. We are literally at the end of an age and a new one begins. Let’s hope we get out of the darkness come to light.”
“Per Aspera Ad Astre,” said Kaluwa.
“Yes,” said Yefimov. “That’s a good motto for what we want to start. And then we’ll start right away. Because time is short. As for the European collection, I took the liberty of inviting another expert to join us. At the moment we are talking, Stance Necoora is on his way to Strasbourg to secure our contacts with European politics. And then we have to see what happens next on earth, also with regard to the USA.”

ASTROCOHORS CLUB Kemet

Admiral McCloud wondered if he had ever seen Professor Ostap Yefimov so excited. He thought it was a shame that he couldn’t face the professor right now. But McCloud was in the ASTROCOHORS base ATLANTIS and Yefimov was in the ASTROCOHORS CLUB headquarters.
“If I understand you correctly, Admiral,” said Yefimov, “then I should, as it were, lead ASTROCOHORS CLUB into a new era.”
“Yes,” replied McCloud. “No more and no less. We are at a crossroads. There is a lot more to do, we can only achieve that together. A lot has been destroyed by despots like Scurra or Pupepa and the eternal taunts of the HIGH HAND. The task of In the future, ASTROCOHORS CLUB will consist of bringing the size and diversity of the universe closer to these primitive Terrans and thus preventing them from killing each other or destroying the planet.
All departments of the world can be found under one roof. I’ll assign Sousa and Mahdar to you. We also have to introduce two new departments. “
“Which two departments will that be?”
“First of all, Africa. And then we need a European department to sort things out more easily. Actually, it’s less of a department for Europe, more of a sorting, but maybe it will turn into more.”
“Do you have any idea who could take over the Africa department?”
“Oh yeah,” McCloud confirmed. “And I’ll get in touch with her in a moment. In the meantime, I would like to ask you to look through the documents. Everything is there again in great detail, also with regard to Africa and Europe.”
“I will do that,” Yefimov promised.
“And I will now contact the expert for Africa.”

“Um, sir, one more question!”
“Yes?”
“What should the new department for Africa be called?”
“We thought about using one of the older names for the continent, KEMET. According to our linguists, this was once the name for the soil in Africa and was adopted as the country name. ‘Home soil’, so to speak.”

Mission to Kemet

The deliberations had been very brief. It was an extraordinary situation. On many planets. On Uranus. On Earth. ASTROCOHORS ‘senior officers agreed with Admiral McCloud that something needed to be done about Earth. Somebody reiterated that the state the earth was in was possibly a result of the so-called “ERTL lamp” that stood on Mars and bombarded the earth with rays that restricted the brain’s capabilities . And if you looked at the earth like that, you would have been inclined to believe that. In that case, all of this would not have been a homemade Earth problem, but an attack. But there was no evidence of such an attack.
McCloud convened a committee that was to direct the fortunes of ASTROCOHORS CLUB from now on. Ostap Yefimov was appointed, Dozon Rasun, Zomm Arrghl, Fulmen Grancolline and Nat Anders. You had made a special contribution to the crisis surrounding the PURPLE DEATH. In addition, more should be added. Soraya Mahdar, an expert on the Asian part of the planet. Victor Araujo Sousa for Brazil. The CLUB should from now on help planet Earth. A big job. But after the darkness that one had experienced in the last few days and weeks, also a ray of light. But there were still some things missing. Two new departments would have to be set up. Yes, McCloud thought, it really is a fresh start! Let’s do this… mission to Kemet.