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On A trip to my brohter Lynnwood in Orlando I had a dream:

I sit with 2 young Indians more together as I ask one of them, if I can ask him one question although i thought it's astupid question.

The Indian ask for me to tell him the question.

I ask him why I, Edgar, often had the feeling to be an indian ?

The Indian says nothing, he took me into the poor, and incoming goods both start crying and understood each ohter more.