The corner of 94th St , Apartment 501. It was the bricked wall building with the yellow wall in the front. It was surrounded by eucalyptus trees that perfumed the air, and hid the 9-story building, as if it had been built in the middle of a forest. At night, the wind would blow, and softly “comb” the branches of the trees, I had to get out and feel such an expression of mother nature. I’ve …showed first 75 words of 793 total…

…showed last 75 words of 793 total…for what I might be missing, but also, I know that there are people who cry at night because they can’t escape from a civil war, like I did, who can’t be treated from any illness because they don’t have money. I’ve learned from the past, to live the present, because in the future I will miss it, just as I miss the small apartment in the corner of 94th St.