Prose,  Chapter

 1 Dream,1|      words I hear almost every morning from my neighbour, right
 2 Dream,1|        He knows that I have my morning coffee at the cafe next
 3 Dream,1| daughter in America.~But every morning, his old car, that Fiat
 4 Dream,1|        I enter the cafe for my morning coffee, never in my life
 5 Dream,1|       the one who pays for his morning coffee.~"Yes, Cufi... you'
 6 Dream,2|        her photograph one fine morning during the couple of minutes
 7 Dream,5|  midnight, though it was early morning by European time. Although
 8 Dream,7|     plane arrived early in the morning and I was home by about
 9 Sins,1 |       first lesson on a Monday morning, when the classroom door
10 Sins,2 |       ordered my wife the next morning, as the children giggled
11 Sins,4 |     have to come back the next morning. I was confused. I wanted