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It was one of those autumn evenings in the big city, when the sun is still on the horizon, but it appears weak, bright but without warmth. On the streets and in the shade of the buildings, the fresh, cool breeze penetrates so strongly that the few rays of sunlight on the skin even appear glowing hot. Nevon and his colleagues left the office building and said goodbye to each other, tired but friendly. »That was another day today, see you tomorrow!« Then Nevon went straight home without thinking, he wanted to leave an exhausting day behind him.

For someone who grew up in a ghetto, he's come a long way. Both worlds are brutal in their own way, the ghetto, as we know it from the movies, is even described harmlessly, comparable to what he experienced himself, and his job at the bank where he has to prove himself day after day; that's the other side. Nevon doesn't complain, he knows that fate or what it is, has well meant with him and gave him an appearance that makes it easier to work between mostly white people. He just looks likeable and sociable, even if he's in a bad mood. Fortunately he doesn't have to pretend, he is usually in a good mood and is just grateful for what he has. When he thinks about it, he feels comfortable between whites, everything works so well with his colleague that he no longer perceives any border between the two worlds in which he lives. 

Nevon said on the way: »I have to get something and no going out today, the day was much too exhausting for that.« In the meantime, he looked around and looked for a supermarket. He just felt tired, for a moment he unconsciously faded everything around him. He turned and turned several times on his own axis as he looked around the densely populated city centre, tired and somehow desperate until he reached the cycle path, but he didn't notice. A passing cyclist, who noticed scattered Nevon already a few meters before, started ringing wildly, which obviously brought Nevon back from his thoughts. Nevon could still avoid with a hair's breadth, but that upset his balance and he slipped from the curb down onto the busy road. As soon as he arrived on the road, a massive SUV hit the unfortunate and while the heavy vehicle was still braking, Nevon crashed with his chest onto the hood. You could see how his bones gave up because of the impact force and Nevon bent like a scarf onto the angular car body. Then Nevon flew for meters until he continued to slide on the hard road. Some people who observed this shouted briefly or with a petrified face, asking themselves out loud: »Is he still alive? Impossible that he survived this impact.« Still conscious, blood-soaked and completely broken, Nevon looked at the curb in front of him without being able to move his head and eyes. Only his eyesight did not stop, otherwise even thinking was frozen in him. It only lasted a moment and he no longer felt his body and in the end everything around him became dark and silent. He could not see, hear or feel anything anymore, but his thoughts somehow did not stop, when he wasn't really unconscious or even dead. He was still conscious.

Red Giant Star. Chapter (1)

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