Good God! I was in a daze. My head spun. I almost went crazy. How could all this have happened in half a day, between early morning and sunset? I would find the answer at home with my father. But where was my home? I hurried towards the crossroads, because I remembered that I had to cross the street to reach our house, but the stream of the cars would not let up. Extremely irritated. I wondered when I would be able to cross. 　　I stood there a long time, until the young boy employed at the ironing shop on the corner came up to me. 　　He stretched out his arm and said, "Grandpa, let me take you across. "