It was the strangest of feelings, Dominica had just arrived in town for a short holiday, yet this street was so familiar. She was carried back nearly one hundred years, she was watching a young girl playing hopscotch. Then clatter of iron shod wheels startled her. An old bay horse, its head down struggling to pull a rag and bone trolley, “ any old bones” . She could smell laundry being washed, cabbage boiling. It was so strong. A cry of anguish reached her ears. Her head hurt so much. In the that moment she knew her history.