Those Dead People to Whom I Spoke

In this testimony the reader is invited to join my thoughts to return to an evening when pain, suffering, and death have enveloped men and women in distress. At a time when some humans, under the blue of the sky, no longer knew on which foot to dance. Returning not because we liked this evening, enjoyed it well. Returning not because the reader will appreciate it, but because certain experiences become a part of us, influence our character as a person, and contribute to the evolution of our perception of life. Returning because, as is often rightly said: The pain of a man is that of every man and the death of a man is that of the whole human race.