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.