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  • It’s one of those times when mom throws me out in a rage. I’m 14 and I have nowhere to go. It’s not freezing cold, but I´m not wearing enough clothes to stay outside all night. I take the bus towards the city centre. A man start talking to me, and I go with him to his place and I sleep with him, because I don’t want to be out in the cold night alone. He probably thinks I like him.

    I don’t want to be there when he wakes up, so I get some sleep, and then I leave really early. No one else is out, and I’m not sure where I am.

    I see a big turning clock face. It has illuminating red clock hands and dots. In a distance it looks just like the clock on a large department store in Stockholm city. My heart jumps. There’s the clock. Now I know where I am. I use it as a beacon, and pick up the pace. As I get closer, I realize that it's on a strange brick building, in an unknown industrial area.

    24 years later, I work in that same area. I see the clock almost every day now. But someone has been thoughtful enough to paint the fence with a message to remind me: The time is now.
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