The Insomniac...It's 4 a.m. as I write this and
will probably be 5 a.m. before I post it. I've been
an insomniac since before the war. My sleeping hours
are strange and disconnected - rather like a cat.
During the war it was almost impossible to sleep.
The nights were full of bombing. We'd stay up, huddled
together in a room, listening to the planes and
explosions, sometimes venturing outside to search
the horizon for signs of burning. After the war,
the looting and pillaging kept everyone up. We'd
take turns staying up and listening for prowlers
or break-ins.Now, sleep doesn't come very easily.