Anticipation: at that moment in time my thoughts and dreams, desires and plans, were all mixed up in my head. I sat and looked out of the window. Outside the window there was a living breathing city. Who gave a damn what the city was called? People and cars - everything was in motion. There was a fusion of colors, scents and flavors - things that are more or less accessible to almost everyone. However, I just happen to be one of those who are deprived of all of these sensations. For me there are only two colors: black and white; two tastes: edible and inedible; two scents: I am indifferent to one, and the other one makes me feel sick.


    This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.Who am I? Just an ordinary person who hasn’t been very lucky in life. My name is Dave. I am 35, I work from home, and only from home, as an analyst. I am unique in the world, as I have a gruesome incurable disease with some unpronounceable name. However, today, perhaps I might finally begin to experience all the things that my illness has deprived me of.