Only one man can't fall asleep at that late hour on board of Chinese jumbo jet heading to New York. It seems that the entire universe found peace with itself, slowly revealing unfamiliar constellations behind the window. Something is bothering him. Usually a sound sleeper, he didn’t require much to drift away, but not on that night. He doesn’t know what it is… Maybe, it is all just a dream…
If reality can turn into bizarre fantasy, and the fantasy can morph back into reality, then a twilight transition may exist somewhere on the way.
"A border patrol officer stamped my Exit Visa with a big, blue, round seal. 'Released!' I had been released from the most Evil Empire. I had been released from slavery. I had been released into the Free World! The sweetest release of them all — stateless, penniless but free! At that moment, I didn’t care about tomorrow. I didn’t care that I only had eighty dollars to my name, some clothes on my back, and a couple of suitcases. One thing I knew for sure I would never be a slave again."
The story is written as told by a young man in his twenties, bouncing around the world as a boat set loose in a stormy sea, trying to find his place in it. He hits the biggest jackpot of his life and lets it go away so easy.
The Author had lived through and experienced firsthand situations and places reflected in the book. Author lives in a New York City suburb, still enjoying every moment of novelty being a free man, even after so many years.
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Milan took my momentary sadness away, throwing me in the midst of its busy life. And just like that, everything had changed. Rome was a laid-back city where the main rule was “if we don’t get to it today, we may get to it tomorrow, or the next day, or perhaps, the day after.” Life in Rome was slow-paced, and seemed disorderly. The warm climate played a big role in it. Rome was the city of government bureaucrats, usually not working hard to begin with. Long siestas could often extend to the next morning, and nobody really cared. If you missed someone in the office before 1p.m., there was no need bothering to come back that day again. Come tomorrow! Better yet, the day after! Sometimes, I wondered if the laws of physics worked in Rome? Not in the summer time, anyway.
Milan was directly opposite to Rome. Milan lived by its own clock, and so did all the Italian north, where most of the industries were situated. Proximity to the rest of Europe put its mark on Milan. The Germans had a running joke: “Anything south of Florence is Africa!” The motherf*ckers didn’t hold Italy in high regard, and mostly looked at it as just their vacation land to get their fat asses away from cold. Regardless of their opinion, the northern Italy was indeed different from the rest of the country. That put a lot of pressure on the Italians who lived there, and especially in Milan. I could tell how difficult it was for the older generation adapting to the “new Europe,” moving in the fast lane and trying to catch up with America. For the young folk it was no problem. The young generation up north didn’t have that old, slow Italian mentality. They wanted to be just like their peers in Western Europe. “We want to live today, we want it all now! Even, if we have to work hard for it.” Many did.
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