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   Suddenly the large area was flooded with light, and in the distance you could watch pigs eating on huge screens. The corresponding noises could also be heard throughout the valley. The many pigs in the valley now ran chaotically and gathered for dinner. Obviously this was a pig farm, with everything that belongs to it: Dirt and stench, but the technique à la Pawlow was about unusual. Nevon made his way to where the light was brightest, hoping to get help. The longer he walked, the dizzier he became. After a short time you could see how the farm workers were taking care of the work. Now in the light you could recognize that his clothes were smeared with blood and he had a head wound. Soon the workers noticed Nevon and hurried towards him while they talked excitedly. Nevon didn't understand what they were saying, he felt too tired after the effort and his senses slowly fogged. He felt relieved, fell to his knees and closed his eyes afterwards. He could no longer grasp clear thoughts and let himself fall tiredly into the hands of the helper. A noise gradually drowned out the workers, woke him almost from the unclear thought, the noise resembled a helicopter, albeit a little too quiet. The swirling air forced him to open his eyes, but he couldn't see anything clearly anymore. »This must be a helicopter and I'm finally being taken to a hospital.« He felt only how he was put on a stretcher and flew away with the aircraft. On the way Nevon fell into a deep sleep.

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