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The night was darker than normal, that day of december. Alex wrote a lot on is computer, but he erased all of it. Nothing appered right. Six month of research, of investigation. A flash lighted up the one bedroom apartment. The thunderclap followed immediatly and started raining. The young man  get up and put the tea-pot on stove. He really needed a black coffee. With a marvellous idea, Alex returned running to write his masterpiece. "Did you ever think of the future? There was a time, not so far away, in which you couldn’t hope. There was only war and the laugh of nobles and government. It was the time of the Great War. Someone thinks

He had never loved racing. But in recent times,he had always been forced. He watched for a moment: the beautiful pants, the best cloth, were filthy with dust and earth; the cuffs of his shirt silk, decorated of nacre, were scratched and cracked; the long black coat was full of small scratches. If he had looked in a mirror, probably would retch. In truth, a minimum he was already retching. As always, in case of danger, he had acted without thinking. That happened at every moment, in every damn time. But he couldn't help it, couldn't in any case turn his backs, couldn't deny it, couldn't  try to escape from any problem. Always ended up doing hi