Everyday dawns at me trying to put together the shattered pieces of nightmares I had had all night long. While the echos of voices of dead and alive are still whispering parts of their everyday miserable lives in my head, I confusedly ask myself where am I. The blurry gray sky out of the dusty wooden window frame patiently waits for my eyes to open to give me the answer: "Montreal". "And alone", I add.