"There are four different wings of the school, two downstairs and two upstairs. The wings are divided between film and theatre, art and photography, w...iting and screenplay, and, of course, the music wing," Sasha said, Jasper was in his own world, a place where he resides often, he almost forgot he was walking with her."Well," he paused, "which wing is our wing?" Uhhhh, it's not so much a wing as a basement," she responded hesitantly.Jasper raised an eyebrow, "Basement?" Get used to it Jasper,". I remember that classmate, and yes he was Irish, gulping a bit and admitting that it was not one of Ireland's finest moments. He reminded me, though, that the Irish really hated the British.During the early 1980s, I wore a red and white Solidarity badge for a few days when Polish workers in and near Gdansk demonstrated against their government, of course Communist-dominated. This time it was my father who said, "You still remember that girl whose name you could not spell..." He had said that. July 19 – Part 2After some time, I had a good bath and came down downstairs wearing only a small towel. It was around 10 am.Mother was waiting for me at the breakfast table. She wore a sexy sari with blouse, but no bra. Her hair was nicely tangled up. “So, you are not wearing anything. Can I ask why”? She queried. “I don’t see any need of wearing any clothes today.” I quipped, as I gulped down a glass of garlic juice.“But you see its raining outside since morning and there is chill in the air.. .. you know,” Kendra sputtered.“If you mean you are not one of their lovers,” Dad said calmly, “that doesn’t make a difference. I’m not either and I’m still part of the family.” That made us all laugh and we headed out to Thanksgiving Dinner with the rest of the family.“So, I guess I felt like I needed to make a clean break and move away,” Kendra explained to Gramma. Gramma had drawn her out with subtle questions about her aura. “Just kind of blah,” Kendra had said.“Oh, no, dear. Neutral, yes,.