In the damp mustard smelling tombs of the Interessengemeinschaft Farbenindustrie AG, we find some writing on the wall that sends us once again further back in time in order to be able to continue this investigation of pirated seeds, burning fertilizers, choking pesticides and the gluttony of our bovine god Moloch.  Together with other celestial beings, said to be older than the ice age, he will tell us how the german dye makers conquered the international markets of those colours set to replace the natural beauty of this world. How in their greed they found new drugs and became the transnational pusher man.  Standing on the giant shoulders of the reaper of the Victorian holocausts, licking the rusty scythe that is the aristocratically sanctioned gangsterism in the colonies.