Tomorrow I turn 17, so tonight I have to sleep at the bottom of the old well, such is the tradition for boys in our village. Tomorrow I will wake up a man.
Heck, I deserved my promotion. 17 years I worked flat out every day, playing my part in the safe passage of millions of people travelling in and out of New York's Penn Station.
2 a.m. I stared at the wall in front of me, nothing better to do. The wall was plain, no paintings, no pictures, just greying white. Dull and ever-so-slowly ageing.