Calculating A Charge For A Cube

At that time, 1998.

I'm lying under a bed in Zurich North.
collects Slowly but surely, the dust around me and in general there is in this room not very neat. If I try, I see a little bit of the window and the underlying views of the city.
How long I lay there already, I do not know. I have no sense of time, actually I have no feelings. Closed as I am, I will initially cost just physical appearance.

I'm pretty much 12 years old and am from London. I was born probably in the vicinity of this city, know full well I do not do it. To life I am in effect only when me a not quite such a young woman opened the door and put my content on the move. Time and time again turned this part of me, sometimes I was stopped for hours or be ignored, even though I no longer have turned.

I hid nothing, I was never good for surprises.
This was a time way and eventually I was put completely on the side. Around me were a lot to me very similar and yet we all looked different. Some were dumb like me and untouched since, others drop out every now and then, divided and partly set in a strange thing.
I was no longer up to the day when I am in a cardboard box and a little later between my peers found. One day, without any warning, I was reinstated. Almost daily. When I once was in the thing, I stayed very long in it. A bit old as I was I had a few scratches, but otherwise I turned properly. One part of me turned, the other was studied in detail. As far as I could see, not of the woman in me the London evening to life, but by a younger, but anything that resembled the earlier. One evening I saw the woman from London, however, again. She sat on the bed, I turned once again and I heard her say to the younger. "Funny that you audition me now this song I've heard at that time in London first nonstop on the radio and then I I went into a record store, although I knew neither band nor song titles. You know, as I told the seller what song I mean? I said: A young man, who you hardly understand sings in it. It is both varied and monotonic and he sings about sleeping around the clock, i think ... Can you help me? "Was the seller and as I came into their possession, and came to life.
I know now, but why would I lie in this moment under a bed in Zurich North, I can not tell me. Somehow But I feel that I will turn around soon.