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        I looked out the window of my small apartment, which stood stories off the ground. There were children playing, stray pets wandering about searching for that one person who would take them home (or give them a good handout at the very least), and young undiscovered artists painting the scenery with their close acquaintances. I was instantly filled with anger, frustration and sorrow as I viewed a scene of what could have been… It all started just last year, 1942, I was a young man of nineteen, struggling to find, and keep, a job. One day I decided to visit the museum. I saw a painting there of a canvas with nothing more than a blue do