It’s spring in 1976, summer is being born and children are playing in our apartment. Our neighbors are visiting, our moms are talking and a boy is visiting me and my sister to play. We are playing in our rooms and then in the hallway with toy cars. It’s fun and everyone is busy with the joy and focusing. The boy visiting has been around the apartment and knows where everything is and who is in the apartment. No other guests have entered the apartment. Only moms and children are in the apartment. The games are fun. The boy goes from the game in the hallway and over to the living room. There is now an older man sitting in one of the chairs and he is not feeling well. He is fat and looks depressed. He doesn’t look at the boy. He wasn’t here just before, he doesn’t belong here. Something is not right, something is wrong. The boy immediately knows that the man is not alive and gets scared. The boy runs out of the living room and calls out to his mother. We all come into the living room to see the man. There is no one in the living room.
