Field Journal-Day 7
I am a week into my work here, and I have found that there are more risks than I originally was aware of. There are people who search for those who read and have books. One specific person, Tommy Cide, has proved to be particularly resourceful in finding books and trouble makers such as myself. I live in fear of the night, seeing the large, brilliant orange and bright red blaze illuminating the smoke blooming over the city, hearing the cries of a family as they are taken away, and thinking about all of the great works, possibly the last of their print, destroyed. I have broken through to a few people, they are starting a book club, to share books and to discuss them.