New York 1935

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New York City, 1935. A year of being caught up in the Great depression, President ........ preparing for a new scheme alongside ..... called ........, to change the current lives of the poor. A promise of equality. A hectic place to exist.

"I have one pennie, sir", I know they're watching me, I sense it, I feel the irregular rythm of my blood pumping through my vains, the fine blonde hairs stand up straight on the surface of my arm. I rise my left arm slowly and head towards the door in front.

"What is this monstrosity standing before me, I did not approve of such presence, release him"; "Sir, sir please, I am blind. I am here to speak to you. Your Grandfather Sherman, he sent me to you, told me to tell you", I attempt to put my shaking hand into my inner pocket, after 2 fearful attempts, I pull out a slightly stained note reading; ' Run, the pack are here. Surrender not to them but to your town, follow them to safety and do not return',  "Give me that!", he rips the note out of my hand and within that moment, two men grab both shoulders and grasp a tight hold, they lift my body slighty and and drag me towards the door. I turn my head one last time, towards the mayor " I can't read sir, but I sense. I believe you should listen, they are closer than you could believe". "What Is your name" the mayor replied with an ashamed gaze on his face. My top lip slightly rises in the left corner, my bottom corners curve ever so slightly towards the crumbling ceilings of this musty, evil spirited warehouse. I reply "as a proud man, I repeat my name with pride. I am a man of goodwill. The name is Le Guesas";  I leave the room feeling more alive than ever before, adrenaline pumping through my body, as fast of which feels like the vibrations through atomic plates, or the wind blowing at such speed across my sensitive cheeks.

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