“I got in and started the engine, also turning on the radio. When the music began I wished that there might be more switches to turn on, for it was somehow not enough.”

“Some people believe in God. I believe in music. Some people pray. I turn up the radio.”

“Everything began with a single breath. A light wind that started a sway, and the sway started a turn, and the turn... The turn started everything.”

“I turn up the music, but it never seems to be loud enough.”

“You know what would help?" I asked, not meeting his eyes."Hmm?""If you turned off this crap music and put on something that came out after the Berlin Wall went down."Dimitri laughted. "Your worst class is history, yet somehow, you know everything about Eastern Europe.""Hey, gotta have material for my jokes, Comrade." Still smiling, he turned the radio dail. To a country station."Hey! This isn't what I had in mind," I exclaimed. I could tell he was on the verge of laughing again."Pick. It's one or the other."I sighed. "Go back to the 1980s stuff."He flipped the dail, and I crossed my arms over my chest as some vaguely European-sounding band sang about how video had killed the radio star. I wished someone would kill this radio.”

“She says it's like a switch - a big red PANIC switch - gets flipped in my headand I can't turn it off.She says we're going to figure outhow to turn it off.”