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Ch. 1 I laid on the roof, hands behind my head. The noise and light pollution rose up from down below (or the noise and light polluted to silence): tourists with their never ending chatter, the occasional car sounds of alarms, horns, acceleration, last second braking. Then there were the casinos and all their bells and whistles. No matter what time it was, the sounds would always be there. The city never sleeps. I pushed it all to the background and let the night sky absorb me. It was a breat...

I laid on the roof, hands behind my head. The noise and light pollution rose up from down below tourists with their never ending chatter, the occasional car sounds of alarms, horns, acceleration, last second braking. Then there were the casinos and all their bells and whistles. No matter what time it was, the sounds would always be there. The city never sleeps. I pushed it all to the background and let the night sky absorb me. It was a breathtaking view: The sky was a cloudless night. The sta...

I laid on the roof, hands behind my head. The noise and light pollution rose up from down below: tourist with their never ending chatter, the occasional car sounds: a blend of alarms, horns and driving. Then there were the casinos and all their bells and whistles. No matter that time it was, the sounds would always be there. The city never sleeps. I pushed it all to the background and let the night sky absorb me. It was a breathtaking view: The sky was a cloudless night. The stars shown brill...

He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets; his head bend against the driving rain. People rush around him, try to get out of this summer shower. “Pathetic” he though, watching theses people run about their lives. Power, money, politics, it controlled them all as it did himself. He shifted his backpack into a more comfortable position. He stopped before the cross walk and looked up. A person stood rigid in the middle of the street, caught like a deer in the headlights of oncoming traffic. “N...

1944, Europe, American Medical camp. Charles smiled to himself. She set with his sisters and mother. He hadn’t seen them since he’d left to go find work at the age of 13. They were just the way he remembered: each wearing their favorite dress with matching hat. They all sat around the table, as they had before their father left. Someone was call out his name. He looked around for the source but all he saw was smiling faces. The voice sounded far away and distant. “Just leave me alone” he told...