Vagrant.Vagrant.Paul BraunHe sat upon the street corner, silent as could be, trying not to make any disturbances, lest the police come and either arrest him or move him long. This city had been his home at one point, but now he barely even recognized it, bomb craters, broken bricks, half destroyed burned out houses still littered the layout. All of it was cruel memories from so long ago, merely looking at it made him want to break down and cry. Yet there would be no one to hear him in his sorrows. As far as he knew he was alone in the world at this point. Eight years in captivity had brutaliz