The sun was shining in the blue sky, few clouds were sailing eastward, a few seagulls were flying toward the bay. I felt happy. The war was over, I lived in a nice place, arranged by the Danish Red Cross, cared by two loving people. I had a room all by myself, a book-case for my books; I will draw a metaphor for describing my bed, the blanket was like a white cloud, the pillow like a big snowball, I…..