As I walk down the street I hear various car engines coming from all sorts of directions. As I make it to the crosswalk I hear several dog's barks, ranging in pitch and strength. As I anxiously walk further, I see taxis and hear people whistling to call them over. I look to my left and see a group of 25 people or so, waiting just to grab a menu from a restaurant. To the right, a flock of birds, with a loud, little boy running after them. I hear the rain pounding on the windshields of cars, and I feel nervous as I know I need to make it in time. I hear slamming of breaks, shouting and commotion all while I am waiting to cross.
Page 46 "To the barber! Belts and shoes in hand, I let myself be dragged off to the barbers . They took our hair off with clippers, and shaved off all the hair on our bodies."
