10:30 p.m.
Every year, the people, tired, poor, and hungry. They pooled up in numbers of 23 million, with the father, mother and children, longing to be free. They found this young man, scorned and covered in scars, on a quest, with an unshakeable belief, an insanity, in his dream. The very unhappy, the weary and downtrodden, they grouped up at his feet. Those without a home, these with souls overboard due to the calamity of the storm, they had found faith in this leader who had reached for the unreachable star. And they found $300 dollars, some found less, some found more, in their baskets. They didn't want the ████████████████████████████ no more, they wanted the baskets of food, life and happiness.
