He stood tall lean A frame that would put skyscapers to shame. A russian man, with rushing eyes he spoke like a hurricane and whispered like rain. When asked what his forthcoming was he would merely nod at some object nearby and tell us of its wonderous powers. We believe him because we were only looking for a way out. He wore white on most outings brown occasionaly but mostly while at the hospital. He nursed every woman and child back to life and in twos. Two men survived. I once saw him alone in a back street whispering to a stray cat that time would heal all wounds and all wounds were just a sign that life would go on. They say God is white and has a long mane with a very pointed face. Well show me the damn photograph because I believe otherwise.