4544. Perhaps I am just projecting my experiences onto
Coromo, and that often happens when someone you are reading about appears to
encounter problems you yourself encountered in your life.
4545. Although I have been vague about this connection
between Coromo and myself, it is partly because I am reluctant to talk about
myself in any detail. After all, this story is about Coromo, and if I developed
terrors and phobias in my life similar to Coromo's it is simply a coincidence.
4546. It took me thirty years to overcome my fears, and I am
happy to say that I did get to see the corner of Clinton Ave, and Willoughby
Streets quite recently but it was not the same as I remembered. Gone was the
terror and the foreboding, gone too the atmosphere of anger and despair.
4547. Now it was a respectable gentrified neighborhood, of
no interest to anyone except perhaps real estate agents and investors. But I
could remember another time, a time of rats and the sight of the bones of
people long dead, falling out from behind crumbling walls in tenements.
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