THE DREAM

Today, a huge black man with curlied white hair sat here with his little radio.
I thought I saw him before but I could not remember when.
Then from the radio came a clear voice swearing to protect the American Constitution.
The old man was crying.
In that very moment I remembered. That man was sitting here with his radio also 45 years ago. And that time, the voice coming from the radio was saying that he had a dream.

(The Olive Tree Tales)