Just as the wheels touched the ground, Vittorio's ears continued popping without any means of stopping. Vigorously and anxiously, Vittorio Alberto chomped on his gum to suppress the loud pain causing his ears to hurt to exceptionally high circumstances. Driving through the clouds, the screaming sun continued to call him out of the covered toy in which he awaits. It’s hard to imagine that even though you could be near something spectacular, there are times when everything seems to be hiding. A sense of fear seems to be emplaced especially within nature. The sun shines as bright as the earth will allow it with a cool breeze engulfing Vittorio’s face. The fresh air’s appearance allows there to be a chance that autumn hasn’t arrived yet.

The Alberto’s exited the airport and their eyes beamed on all of the blaring trucks, yelling people and those looking for relatives. The airport‘s quite crowded for a mid-October morning. Vittorio held his Mom's hand tightly nearly making her hand into a blueberry.

They carry out their luggage to the rental car location for pick up their booking. Dad headed to the main desk, where a stout lady hid behind the glass frantically scribbling notes as she hung up the phone. “Will be with you in just a moment” the woman pushed her glasses up higher on her nose and glanced up from behind the glass window.

Dad adjusted his black watch and gave his signature smile, “I’m here to pick up my rental car.”

The plump lady’s eyes widened as she shook her head, “Sure, which car did you have reserved?”

“I already spoke to a sales representative and had a silver Mercedes SLK booked,” Dad took out his confirmation number out of his black leather bag, “My name’s Dr. Alberto. Dr. Remo Alberto.”

The stout lady checked the confirmation on the computer, “Dr. Alberto, go straight down the hall, turn left and out the door into the huge parking lot. Your Mercedes is at stall number 118,” she handed Dad the receipt along with the keys.

The cool air-conditioned building sent unbearable chills up and down Vittorio’s spine. He hip hopped alongside his Mom and sister, Giovanna. Giovanna dragged her feet, causing Mom to stop and wait for her to catch up. Giovanna nearly stomped to catch up, an unsightly view for a fourteen-year-old. Dad headed towards the lounge inquiring about any other sites that may be of interest to teenagers besides Disneyland. Giovanna sat in the lounge’s only empty seat available in the open area.

A young couple sat in the corner arguing away at what their first stop was going to be. The woman wanted to stop at Beverly Hills first to shop. While the man wanted to head towards Angel Stadium for the upcoming baseball game where the Anaheim Angels were playing. After Dad selected all the desired information, we headed towards the parking lot and found our car.

Los Angeles is a great place, especially in the morning hours. There’s so much traffic here, it’s so different compare to Italia. The roads are spread so widely, and cars speeding through the large overpass highways, which all have nearly ten lanes each. There are so many cars set out like sardines in an overflowing jar bursting out. The Alberto's drove to Disneyland for Vittorio's eleventh birthday.

After what seems like weeks, they finally arrive in Anaheim and enter Disneyland. Dad picked up the park hopper passes before entering the park. Vittorio could smell the excitement everywhere. Children and adults giggling away having fun throughout the park. It’s a playground of joy, happiness and opportunities galore in every corner; an awesome place to be no matter what the age.

Vittorio yanked Mom’s arm hard getting ready to enter the land of dreams, “Hurry up guys, let’s go and get on the rides. We’re going to miss all the fun.”

The Alberto’s walked towards the gate, which is past the large California sign, which divides Disneyland and California Adventure Park. The first side was going to the Disney park, where all the original characters are, especially Mickey and Minnie Mouse.

Dad’s eyes grew wide as Vittorio zipped through the entrance towards the rides, “Vittorio, I have a surprise for you. This one I know you will love it.”

Vittorio jumped up and down, turned towards the different rides, unsure of what way to go, “Another one! What is it Dad? We’re already in the best place on earth.”

* * * *

Inside, the scent of freshly baked cake filled the room. Frosting and sprinkles brighten the room along with the rainbows plastered in every corner through balloons and furniture. Red and white balloons fill the restaurant for the Anaheim Angels who are in the World Series. Umbrellas designed with rainbow colours covered each of the mosaic round tables, each table seating four people. Children filled the restaurant as they all wore blue party hats, with black mouse ears coming out of the top of the hat.

A man with a blue apron and bright cake on his chief’s hat introduced himself as Patty-Cake, “Please find a seat anywhere.”

Giovanna ran to the table near the front of the restaurant, close to where there was a stage. Mom held Vittorio’s hand looking around the room at every corner, heading towards the table “We wanted to tell you before your birthday but thought that there’d be no surprise then. Look, the plates are shaped like Mickey’s head with sprinkles and frosting in the ears.”

“I want to start decorating now,” Vittorio grabbed the plate of sprinkles from the center of the table, and began spreading the icing onto the cake that was in front of me.

Patty-Cake came on stage adjusting his microphone and hat, “I have a big surprise for everyone,” Patty-Cake motioned for the music to begin, “I would like you all to meet two of my closest friends, Mickey and Minnie Mouse.”

The music bean playing loudly as Mickey and Minnie Mouse arrive in the center of the restaurant. Patty-Cake called all the people celebrating their birthday to come up on stage. The assistant who came alongside the guest of honours motioned for everyone to get into a conga line.

Everyone began lining up, with me in the front. Mickey and Minnie for the parade to start, Patty-Cake first; Vittorio in between him and Mickey, Minnie and the rest of the birthday celebrators near the end made up the conga line.

The conga line circled around the restaurant allowing everyone to dance with the music. It eventually came back to the stage allowing everyone time to take pictures. This is a rare opportunity to be able to get a photo with Mickey and Minnie Mouse together. On a special day like a birthday, this is an even scarcer opportunity.

Just as our pictures were completed, music suddenly begins playing throughout the park. The Parade of Dreams was about to start. More time to see all the Disney characters.

* * * *

The Alberto’s headed towards California Adventure Park for all the Pixar rides and characters. Giovanna ran through the gate and headed towards the first ride line located near the entrance of the park, “Let’s go on Soarin’ Over California. I hear it gives you a tour of all the major attractions in the state of California.”

“Hello,” said the attendant who wore a red conductor suit, a red square hat with a gold border ready to greet everyone. She had an enormous smile plastered on her face that looked like it hurt. Her eyes lit up as I showed her my park hopper ticket.

Vittorio grinned at the attendant passing her, “I thought you sped up the line because it’s my birthday.”

The attendant’s bright smile softened into genuine appreciation, as she bent down handing him a Disney sticker, “Happy birthday young man! How old are you today?”

“I’m eleven,” Vittorio beamed giving her a pearly white smile, “Thank you very much.”

They looked for seats in the front row near the hang glider. Dad pointed to the centre of the row, “Here we are. Four seats together.”

The crowd restlessly entered the ride. Tired and hungry children screamed to move faster so that they could go on the next ride. Parents dragged toddlers into seats next to them as they told their children to enjoy the soothing ride. Music began bellowing as the patrons rose in the air.

* * * *

Just as the Alberto’s exited the ride into the nearly blinding sun after the complete darkness of the ride, Mom shrieked louder than the people on the ride, California Screamin’ “We must get out of here now!” Mom turned towards the park exit as her eyes darted through each of the people in the park.

Dad stood still holding my hand as he tried to find what Mom was looking for, “What? What’s happening?”  

“Look at him. He’s here. He’s in the park,” Mom turned around and stayed close holding our family together in a group attempting to stop the gaze of any onlookers.

“This can’t be true. Which one?” Dad looks frantically around slowly heading towards the park exit.

Over to the side of the Grizzly River Run ride, just past Soarin’ Over California, a man dressed in all black with a painter’s hat loosely fit on his head, and a black patch on his eye. He slung a large camera case on his arm, as he turned his head searching for someone. Dad tugged and yanked me closer attempting to hide me from whatever this strange thing may be.

Dad bent down, and whispered into our ears, “Be normal now. We’re going to leave the park slowly and maybe Giogoro won’t see us.”

Vittorio glanced around the park wondering, “Who in the world is Giogoro?

Hardly moving, Mom picked up Vittorio and Dad grabbed Giovanna’s hand. We sprinted out of the nearest park exit.

A loud bellowing voice said, “Stop! Stop! I order you to stop!”

Security appeared, absentmindedly searching like confused ducks to find out what could possibly be causing all of this commotion. Vittorio looked around the area and saw men running faster than the speed of light.

Tears streamed down Vittorio’s face, as his eyes welled up, “Mommy, why are they running after us?”

Mom avoided his gaze as she looked forward. Stopping for a quick second to put me down, she grabbed his hand and tugged his arm making him run faster,  “First get away from these awful men. Then I’ll tell you what’s going on.”

Dad, Mom, Giovanna and Vittorio took the first turn to the parking lot. A large group of people stood at the gate’s entrance waiting to get into the park. Behind them, a group of maniacs all wearing dark clothes, continue following us towards the next parking lot. They crossed the street therefore just missed the many maniacs who were following them at the heels.

Dad out of breath, looking for water in the bag that Mom carried “We are going to go down the street into the parking lot, and pick up our car. Understand?”

Giovanna and Vitorrio quickly nod as they head towards the parking lot to the car.

Mom and Vitorio picked up speed as the men have inched closer and gained at their heels. Dad and Giovanna where already ahead, like always. It’s so hard sometimes to keep up with the two of them. Vittorio looked around at the enormous parking lot, which was nearly as large as the park itself. They ran through the parking lot frantically searching for our car. Once spotted, they immediately jumped in.

Mom turned around from the front seat, her eyes large and face flushed, “Giovanna, buckle up Vittorio. We’re in an extreme hurry.”

Dad started the car then swerved and turned throughout the parking lot, heading towards the main road.

I held my stomach tightly as it grumbled away already beginning to eat itself, “I’m really, really hungry now, Mommy. Please, do you have anything for me to eat?”

Mom quickly glanced back at the small bag she had thrown in the back seat, “There’s some pastrami as well as some pasta still in the bag I left in the back.”  

Hastily speeding, Dad drove straight, swerving and turning on the side streets getting on the main highway, “We’re going to the airport, returning the car and then going to - What city will we be able to get some assistance in?”

Dad took a couple of left turns before turning onto the main freeway, “How about Capital Hill in Washington, DC? We should be able to get some government assistance. Watch the signs; we have to get to the airport immediately!” Dad frantically tried changing lanes, never quite satisfied with the current lane he was driving in.

Tears continued pouring down my face, as my nose turned rosy red, “Daddy, why are we leaving Disneyland?” I’m hardly able to swallow my pastrami while I’m gulping it down I nearly choke on a piece the size of a mango “Why were those scary looking guys running after us?”

“Vittorio, the reason is-” Dad turned around looking at the cars behind him.

Loud sounds took over the assurance of Dad’s voice. Sporadic explosions like fireworks sounded like they were coming closer to our car.

“What the –” Dad changed two lanes, searching for the next exit ahead, “What’s that noise?”

Mom screamed and looked through her side view mirror, “Behind us! Oh gosh! They’re following us! What do we do now?” Mom grabbed her phone out of her purse, frantically dialing, “I’m calling 911!”

Mom strummed her fingers along the outside of the phone, as the car continued speeding forcing Giovanna and I to hold each other’s hands in fear of our lives. “Hello, yes, police, there are gun shots being fired on 57 Orange Freeway…please immediately!

Gunshots flew in every direction, there seemed to be no escape.

Dad jolted the car off towards the upcoming exit a few feet away, “We’re taking this exit now, I’m not sure if it turns back into 57 Orange Freeway but we’ll take it anyways.”

Within a few minutes, the police sirens were heard and appeared to have slowed down the number of gunshots. Suddenly there was silence, long enough to hear a pin drop.

Dad stepped on the gas petal fiercely turning on the new highway looking for signs to get back on track towards the airport, “I think they’re caught. Let’s speed up and get to the airport. Now!”

I tapped Mom’s shoulder from behind, as I leaned forward in the backseat, “Mommy, tell me why we’re leaving so early? I haven’t gone on all the rides yet. Please, please, PLEASE!”

All Mom told me when we left Italia was that we came to America to find a better place in the world. There have been so many problems, which I have not been able to understand yet. All I was told was, ‘Vittorio, we’re to be moving soon and we’ll need to leave our precise little Italia for some time.’

There have been many times when I have felt much betrayed due to the fact that I have not been told much about what happens in the family. I may be only eleven, but I’ve the mind of a teenager. I agree that I am quite small and young and at times, I do feel left out of the Alberto family. I continuously asked Mom why we left our little Italia so fast. All she said that there was no going back there again and it was not because of my misbehaviour.

Mom was shocked that I thought I was the problem. In order to pacify the worry I had, she told me that it was not my fault or even have anything to do with me on why we were leaving. She told me that Dad saw some people stealing. Since the group of people saw Dad, they began coming after him to make sure that the authorities, especially the government did not find out about their plan. It wasn’t because I was a bad boy and caused truckloads of trouble that we were leaving in the first place.

Mom told me that many people have been trying to get in touch with Dad. They had been constantly phoning us and coming to our house. In order to stay away from all those people, my parents decided to leave the country and come across the world.  

“We’re not safe here! We’re not safe here! California is not safe for us to be right now, we need to leave this state immediately,” Dad shook his head and stepped on the gas driving even faster than all the other cars, “Honey, let’s go to Capital Hill, where we’ll be able to get the best help from the highest authorities. We’re going to Washington, DC where we will be able to find a safe place. Call United Airlines and see if you can get four tickets to DC today. Watch for the signs, we have to get to the airport immediately.”

The dial tone kept coming up busy, and by the time the airline answered the phone, we had arrived at the airport car rental drop off center.

Dad glides straight to the marble counter where the available agent was filing her already lengthened nails, “We’re dropping off the car now, so that we can get a flight out even on standby.”

Dad turned to the appalled lady, who nearly dropped her nail file, “Hi, I’d like to return the car early.” 

The sales representative said to him looking as if she’s never seen someone in an emergency before, “I’m sorry; we’re unable to give you a refund.”

Dad rolled his eyes and sighed loudly as he handed her the receipt, “Fine, just take the car and allow your shuttle service to take us to the terminal.”

* * * *

 Once at Terminal six at LAX airport, we search to find the United Airlines counter.

I ran to catch up with Dad as he headed towards the airline agent’s desk “Do you have any standby flights to Capital Hill?” Dad asked as fast as a cheetah can run.

The agent searched through the computer, “The next flight is not until a couple of hours, but if you want we can try and get you on the next flight that leaves sooner?”

Mom thanked the agent, nodding as she pulled out the passports, “That’d be great! It’s extremely urgent. Thanks.”

The agent began printing out the confirmation, “Dr. Alberto, good news there are four seats but it’s going to cost you a lot since there are only Business Class seats available.”

Dad pulled out his cash and paid for the tickets. Mom, Giovanna and I begin heading towards the gate, which is quite far.

 “When does the flight leave?” Dad signs the confirmation for the tickets.

The agent smiled calmly, “Boarding starts in ten minutes and the gate takes about seven minutes to get to from here so you ‘ought to hurry.”

Dad sprinted ahead of us, dodging all the luggage carts, “We have to catch this flight, so let’s get a move on it.”

The words were barely audible as the throbbing and pounding heartbeats in my ears became uncontrollable.

By the time we reached the gate, the flight had begun boarding. A huge line formed in order to enter the plane. Luckily we could bypass the line and go through priority boarding. Nearly walking past the gate, I burst into a flood of tears, sobbing uncontrollably, “I want to go back to Disneyland. Mommy, I don’t want to leave now! I want to be at the ‘Happiest Place on Earth’.”

Mom kneels down and looks through my ocean filled glistening blue eyes, “Vittorio, honey, please, we need to leave California right now but we’ll come back again. Okay. I promise you. We’ll be back and we won’t be running from anyone.”

Once the plane took off, a sense of relief fell upon Mom and Dad. Finally, I breathed deeply hoping Mom was going to finally answer my next question,  “Please tell me why they were running after us. You promised to tell me soon.”

Mom and Dad looked at each other, then at me. Dad nodded, “It is time to tell him the story. Honey, tell Vittorio about what the Coterie did.”

Mom closed her purse, and wedged it into the seat, “Okay, Vittorio, here it is:

Many years ago, Dad had invented a computer microchip, which allows any computer to become the world’s smartest and fastest running machine. One evening, the Coterie men tried to steal the computer chip, which had been produced in the lab. Once they realized the ability of the chip, they tried to get Dad to give it to them at all costs. Their intention is to take over the world with this microscopic device. When Dad came across them late that evening as they were trying to break in and steal the chip, the men saw him. Dad threatened to have them arrested and charged, but they ended up coming after Dad for spying on them that evening.

Dad had to flee for his life since they were willing to do anything to get their hands on this microchip. They then told him that if he told anyone about this that it would be the end of him and his family. So we had to leave Italia immediately and flee across the world in order to save our lives. It’s extremely unfortunate that after all these years, our paths have crossed causing us to flee again for our lives leaving California this time. We are now going to DC where we’ll continue with our normal lives the best we can and not have anything to do with these blood hungry thieves who have been after one device for so many years.”

I stared out the window at the beautiful city of Los Angeles. I can’t believe this! It’s so hard to understand that we’re in danger, but I think we’ll be safe now.

As long as the Albertos were together as a family, we will be able to conquer everything and anything that the world hands upon us. My birthday may not have turned out exactly the way my parents had planned but it was worth it. If we didn’t have to leave early this would have become a memorable day. Even after all these events, I will make sure that my family will never be forgotten. I will surely remember my eleventh birthday forever. Capital Hill may not be such a bad place after all. No matter how much people may dislike the government, I’m sure that they will help us find a safe place where we will be protected. We’ll be able to be a happy family once more, hopefully.

The Albertos landed at Washington, DC airport.

"Stay close and don't talk to anyone," said Remo Alberto.

Vittorio and Giovani looked at each other. Giovanni grabbed her dad's hand, and Vittorio hugged his mom tightly.

"Where are we going to go, Remo?" Mrs. Alberto grabbed each of the carry-ons that they brought over from Anaheim. 

Remo sighed, and glanced at his watch, "I can't believe what just happened!" he pulled out a black diary from his bag and flipped through the pages, "Capital Hill - we will meet the agents there."

The Albertos got into the first cab they saw and headed to the place where all of their answers would be revealed. Upon arrival at the White House, a string of fifteen armed security guards stood straighter than a board, their uniforms crisp with creases perfectly created, and their pistols hugged their waists.

Mrs. Alberto covered Vittorio's eyes, and hugged him in the back of the cab. 

Giovanni gasped, "Oh my - this is such a strange trip, Dad."

Remo paid the taxi driver the fare then jumped out of the car. Prior to shutting the door, he whispered, "Don't say a word until I say so." Then he turned to the driver, "Thanks, you may leave now."

The Albertos scrambled out of the car and pulled out all of their luggage.

The guard at the farthest end of the line stepped closer to where the Albertos were standing. "Are you Remo Alberto?" he pulled out a bade, which stated Head of Security, US Armed Forces. 

Remo took a deep breath, "Yes, that's me."

The security guard pulled out his communicator, and buzzed the other guards, "It's them."

The guards slowly walked forward and formed a circle around the family. The Albertos waled closer to each other, and huddled together. "Dad, I thought you said they would help us. What's going on?" Giovanni's eyes welled up.

"Wait here, kids," Remo walked to the guard and extended his right hand, "We need some help, sir. We've been in a bit of a situation."

"I see," sid the guard. He reached for his pistol, "And what should I do to help you?"

"There's the wrong Mafia after us, and we just need some sanctuary until we can go back to Italy," said Remo. 

“But I want to kill you,” said the guard.

“Shut up!” said Remo, “Don’t you dare utter such disgustingly horrible words, and such a hideous accusation especially in from on my children.”

The guard stepped forward, “I think it’s time for these young children to know what their dear mom and dad have done to the United States of America - to the people, to our government, and to us. Everyone gather around and look at the devils, they’re the reason for our dangerous nation.”

“What the heck are you talking about – we had absolutely nothing to do with this,” said Mrs. Alberto, “It’s because of you hat we should have expected this missile fire. So leave my husband, my children, and me alone. Do not ever come near my family or me again.” She turned around and began walking towards the main gate.

“Oh look,” the guard pointed at Mrs. Alberto, “the devil’s leaving because she’s chicken and can’t face the real world. She’s a disgrace, come back and let’s hear your story. Come on!”

Mrs. Alberto stopped in her tracks and turned back burning the eyes of death into his pale skin, “You don’t have the guts to change what you did, and thanks for the chance. You simply don’t have the guts to face the people and tell them what you and your government are planning. People need to know, but look how about you tell them what the truth really is.”

The guard snarled, “Who do you think they will believe – me or you the devil?”

“That’s enough!” Remo sprinted and stood in front of the guard in front of his wife.

The guard laughed, “Here comes prince-charming” in a high-pitched sing-song voice. 

25 Years Later

The most precious world is full of a million pieces. What matters to each person may take a long time to attain, but seconds to break apart. Fragile items may be the most precious, but to create a world that is livable is by-far one of the most difficult. Vittorio Alberto wanted to make his personal bubble the largest in the area. To be able to have his own personal space and also have the opportunity to see past everyone. This led him to walk the roads of glass and mirrors. He designed his home from the walls, doors, windows and even to the point of furniture to be made of glass. The respect each item received once it walked through the given threshold was undeniably loving. There was not a single item that Vittorio owned, which would not shatter to pieces if it ended up in the wrong hands. He always had eyes at the back of his head. 

The darkest world that anyone can imagine is full of metal and steel with no chance of light seeping through the cracks. The protection provided by the hard shell where no one can be let in and life can not be released as easily. A solid framework is the ultimate protection that can prevent any intruders from imposing themselves into an innocent way of life. Nachama Rosenberg has lived a way of solitude; far from anyone who may have recognized her. Nachama's trek to moving away from everything she so dearly loves in her home country of Germany was stripped from her within seconds right in front of her eyes. Nachama flew across the world to a town Down Under, where a fresh start was the beginning of her new world. Left stranded from her parents, brother, sister, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins to fight for herself.

Vittorio led a different life than his fellow Australian citizens. He was not the type of guy to follow the norm, whether it was with his style, his attitude, personality, behaviour, or just his way of living. Joban knew how to get his way in the most out of this world manner. 

People often say that the past does not hurt you, it only makes you stronger for what life has in store. It is not that each individual must change the norm of dealing with basic forms of understanding, but it is how individuals face such adversity. Joban looked at the nearby clock, 10:21 a.m. then at the calendar, October 21, 2021. He rolled his eyes then walked to the mirror, which was in the centre of the living room; a love seat and sofa on either side. Vittorio closed his eyes. His ears shrieked, his nose smelled smokey fumes, and his hands felt the hard fleshy wood beneath his bare fingers, and mud seeped through his toes. He walked to the couch and balanced himself on the edge until he stopped trembling for the rest of the day. To the naked eye, Joban's house appeared to be the weakest house that ever existed, something that passersby would say belonged to a precious China doll. However, Vittorio was far beyond the fit of a China doll. His bold brown eyes overpowered his sharp nose and beard. His hands cracked from the creases, and dull nails were unable to grow back to a respectable length within enough time. 

Nachama walked into an area full of unfiltered streets in the outskirts of her hometown of Bondi Beach, Australia. Step by step she moved through the dodging people where the race to the finish line had just begun. Looking around everywhere and not knowing where she was, Nachama entered a foyer that would make the ultimate difference in her world. It was the path between making a new proposal to have the desire to change what her mind could not fulfill. Each time she saw a light shining above her head, her pupils dilated, fingers curled, toes cracked, and legs consistently shook until a human soul came to a rest upon the gentleness of what was happening to the rest of the body.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Sydney, Vittorio fully understood the consequences of wood. Brightness and dullness mixed together forming an alliance that everyone can turn away but no one can understand it. It is through both light and fuel where an understanding can form between those who want to have faith, and are able to conceive the notion that whatever they go through can make an ultimate difference. Now that Vittorio has been avoiding all forms of wood and living in a secluded apartment where everything is linking technology, there's no way of turning back. The opposite of this perspective is seen through the eyes of Nachama, as she wants everything around her. The paranoid people have been led to believe that having the understanding of everything has been an influencing way of moving on with the world in what her ancestors went through. Not forgetting has become a way of life as there was no way that such a significant factor in life did not impact her in the most drastic way there could be.

Vittorio gazed out over the Sydney Harbour Bridge, which caught the ray of sunlight each morning at precisely 8:04 a.m. This is when his daily routine would start. Anything earlier would not be sufficient in producing what may be known to the future. This was mainly since Joban's love for technology was everlasting. Everything he owned was made of glass. There was not a single mention of any other material. His apartment building was so engrained in what could possibly happen that there would be no change in what the future would hold. It was only the past that he was worried about. Each night it haunted him more and more. His watch became his only sense of time and desire. Always looking forward, but remembering the past. It was the past that haunted him the most. Bringing up the gruesome memories that he tried to forget. However, as each day passed, this became more and more difficult to endure. So, Vittorio became a fulfilled prophecy of making the change from his past. That whoever was affected would be able to turn the clock and make a difference in the present and future. As Vittorio believed with his heart more than anything that the passed can be changed. It's the new sense of desire and understanding that'll make this change surreal. Now, how will this occur. Well, Vittorio has created a mind-map with the right technology in his building, which will be able to take him to any point in time, to any political force and change what he desires to. This can only occur once his full understanding of his past brings forward. Now being that person, he tinkers with his inventions until he comes to an understanding of two major world atrocities that affected two religions so severely that it wasn't possible to draw the line between which side was very deserving of what happened, but through the poses Vittorio meets a girl named Nachama, who is searching for an understanding of why her ancestors are no longer talked about and how was she so strongly affected that no matter what she wanted to tap back into her memories of a young girl then engage in the life her ancestors lived, hoping to change what had been engrained in her mind, history, family and society. That no matter what she decided to do there was definitely a change that would be made. It was through the inventions that Vittorio and Nachama meet. As they probe their minds to the depth of history and how their minds would change. However, through their desire to travel with their pins, both end up face to pho with the people they detested the most. Politicians. Rooms full of followers who acted before thinking, spoke before understanding, and leaped before looking below. Each of these memories were sent to be erased from a world where no now could understand the history that had been made by a nearly 40 year gap would haunt them as the years went by. Affecting their lives in the face of the world and being part of a new destiny. Changing what happened in history. Making those around around the 21st century understand the atrocities are not real, it is the unheard passion that makes the difference of how it is settled and who should make the world hold unto the new ideas. Who is going to understand this? Making sure you get to where you want, at the exact point in time. Since the technology built now will be the ultimate difference of change. So welcome aboard the express changed Train 57. Become the difference the past should love seen, and remove the memories of what had been seen. Bring the families back. Hold their hands tight. Don't let go. They have been on the journey for a very long time. Now is the chance; the desire; the self-motivation to make the difference that the world needs to see and needs to desire. Who has brought the massive change to the world? Was it one or further more two people who made the difference? Get out there and understand. Make the difference in the world. Become the person you want to change. Take their mind, reach for their hand, and just listen. Where are you going, and how are you getting there?

The world has been set out there to wonder and only through newly found memories can the answers be extracted. Where in the world will this occur will be up to Nachama and her crew who eventually meets Joban, who does not have a decent understanding of what will happen or when. Now when the changes become evident we need to understand that it is the memories that make life worth living. The people we meet, the changes we endure are all based upon what will happen to the rest of the world. Who can you make the difference with, and where will that occur? It is up to all of us to want to make the world a better place to understand. The souls that make a difference can only be out there if it is perceived to be a viable solution. 

Joban is overcoming the ideal of changing the way that he perceives life. Creating the batch of knowing who was what and where it forms a new boundary of fame.

There has been a force in what holds Vittorio accountable to what the world really looks for. That is why Vittorio began tinkering with his invention of uncovering a blast from the past. To face his fears, to fully understand why living through technology, glass segmented fragments and failed intern outcomes. There is only one way to make that needed change. And he finds his answers through Nachama, who teaches him that life brings a world of surprises. It is up to each and every person to face them based on what will really occur. Now in order to do this, Vittorio's daily routine may be mundane, but it brings sparked to all the people who really enjoy the outlook of what really needs to happen. He considers religion to be a driving factor in what he chooses to do. This is because his ancestors left him with the wealth of knowledge that no one other than a close family member would be able to decipher. These encrypted codes were placed were placed in glass, set in steel, and harnessed in rocks. By bringing together the effect of the ultimate intake provided Joban with the answers of how his future would unfold. Through creating an alternate reality where he attempts to go far back in time, he creates memories that form the utmost important opportunities for everyone who he meets along his journey. 

The path of fulfillment is everlasting in ways that are indescribable. It is through the understanding of those around us that make people believe the importance of what our actions have on people. How can two distinctly different religions be in the same path as one another so many years later? How can destiny play the same game with both religions and both not be considered equal to one another? Is it really acceptable to conduct a mass crime and not figure out what the people who endured these tragedies went through? We cannot just ignore it and continue our lives as if nothing happened, or that what occurred was just a mistake. Going after a religion for the sake of having everyone to be the same is not justifiable in what society should be seen as. We can not have this preposterous type of action occur and nothing be done in the 21st century.

Being a part of such a gruesome past has become a terrible understated tragedy that people would not be able to understand. How can we a psychological view of making those around us understand that what we endured has impacted us so severely in a psychological manner that is irreversible?

Vittorio lived on his own with not a single blood relation nearby. He was stranded as an orphan during his tender teenage years. With no one to tell him what to do, how to act, where to go, Joban was left to fight the world on his own. Furthermore, this led him to face the world with every piece of strength he had within himself.  

While Nachama was left beyond despair in terms of the people who left her behind. Nachama was stranded at the age of 7 due to unforeseen circumstances that she could never forget. Nachama enters the door step of her home with the great expectation that she's up for a challenge no matter what happens. 

Nachama and Vittorio come from two distinctly different parts of the world, but have more similarities than anyone could have imagined. Nachama grew up in Germany, when the world was quite afraid of her home amidst World War I. While Vittorio faced similar near death-like experiences since he was from Delhi, when it was a life or death choice to stay in a neighbourhood in Punjab, which was full of a Sikh community. Nachama is from a Jewish upbringing in the most difficult of situations, and Vittorio is from a traditional Sikh family. Both Nachama and Vittorio set on their own individual journey to make a difference in the life they wanted to take forward with them in the form of a legacy. 

The sunlight beamed through the panned windows bouncing off the crystals laced across the room. The curtains slightly parted welcome as the new sense of warmth on every steel and silver item in the rom. In the middle of the room, the walls hugged with the carpeted ground is where the answers to Joban's mysteries remained. His sense of wonder and empowerment faced with the most atrocity could not have made better judgement to why he was thinking what he was. 

Every day Vittorio would go through a swarm of outcomes that would question everything from the past. Past - is very different in meaning. What does it truly hold? Answers to the future, perhaps getting down to business and knowing how it was done? Or making a move on who makes what where, and when, and how each option makes you wonder how that difference is really implemented. Who wonders where their family went, and what their memories were like? Unless of course, they were shared by those closest to them.

Vittorio looked into the mirror overlooking his bed. He cleared his throat, smiled and winked. "Rock this world one by one. The stars only hold answers for those looking into their history. Being born and raised to always look forward, but never understanding the past. Who makes these decisions?"

He straightened his back, "Let's swiftly form this needed change where answers truly are the way to go. Make this intense change and become a star fulfilling the delightful prophecy of where you want your answers to be. Make shift the standing desire of who needs what, and where this chance to continuous surviving occurs."

I stand before you in a world of dreams. I hold the hand of my change.

Guiding to my ultimate impact of frequent desire. Who would have thought my mind would change? Who would have thought my life would be the way it is? For a place that was meant for you and for me. Enduring a make-shift adventure, a place for you and for me. 

Who makes these changes? Who am I kidding? Who makes the rules?

Why do we have to follow such drastic paths that hold onto the one and only articulated change?

Vittorio walked down the hallway and gazed at each of the photos that lined the wall. However, the walls in Vittorio's apartment were not made of standard material. His place was made out of glass, and anything that could be seen was clearly visible on the other side. The sun could easily spread it's rays throughout the rooms and bring the warmth of the world to last for eternity. Joban did not always want to be so different; it became an acquired characteristic of when he was left on his own to fight off all those he tortured him.

"I can't do this anymore," Vittorio shook his head, and placed his hands behind his head, "They're right there watching me. Mom, Dad - why couldn't it be any different? Why did you get pulled away from me without having the chance to share your wisdom, your guidance."

Vittorio's eyes welled up. His tear ducts opened up and the river flooded through. He put his right hand on his forehead, "I can't believe this?"

He turned around and gazed out the window. The morning dew twinkled with the sunrise at the crack of dawn. "At least it is so much safer here. Don't have to worry about if I'll come home alive when I leave the door."

Vittorio knew that safety came at a price. It was without a doubt that Vittorio could not even think about living in a regular place after the day he was forced to let go of his parents and family.

It was simply an ordinary day when Vittorio was walking home from school. He had received the highest mark on his english assignment, was ecstatic to show his Mom the smile on his face. However, the smile he was craving for never reached his big brown eyes. In fact, the only eyes that heard his Mom's laugh was the perpetrator who took the life of Vittorio's Mom, Dad, Sister, his grandparents as well as Aunts and Uncles. The violent encounter that Vittorio faced on what was supposed to be an ordinary day, left him disposing anything that would have been possible to do in a day's work. Since Vittorio was at school throughout the day, he did not hear the news of the aftermath that created riots throughout the city of Dehli. The Sikh neighbourhoods were not safe from anyone. Therefore leaving home had to be done with the utmost care. Not only were the jobs of working family members at risk, but their families were targeted at every angle possible. Vittorio took all aspects of life into consideration, and continued walking into the land where anything could happen.

The riots created blazes of fire in every direction. Houses burned to the ground, oil spilled on people's heads with tires hanging from their necks, and their bodies blazing until only ashes remained. Each moment makes a difference in order to view the impact that each individual has on society. There was no place left for reasoning with anyone. The only thing that anyone looked at during this horrific ordeal was 'blood for blood'.

"That's no way to deal with anything!" Vittorio screamed. He opened his eyes and looked around the room, glass doors surrounded him, and mirrors hugged the room. It was dealing with all the riots that made Vittorio leave his homeland in Delhi, and move to Sydney to be as as far away as possible from all of these tragic memories.