When looking up the dusty blurred sun, there was a big black face. Suddenly, smiling with awkward teeth, glancing nowhere. “America! All folks came here! ” “Have you seen a promising rasty land with all the people came to a jingle trail to eternity? Wishes are here!” That’s what he can tell. I’ve just seen a promising rasty land with all hopes passed by looking for the chained heaven. “Andersen? Wishes are here!“ That’s what he can tell. Andersen?