As soon as I returned to the ugly cold apartment-like hovel I had made into a makeshift home, I immediately crawled onto the bed I had scavenged from the side of some road near the back of a Sapiro highway. It was elevated at the head because I stuff old books and encyclopedias back there. The light dangling a few meters above me was cold and gave off an ill-green light. My cat Minh was immediately by my side, rubbing against my arm. She seemed concerned, but she always was concerned whenever I came home depressed. Minh mewed in a concerned tone. “Lotus,” I called. “Are you there?” No.