
The five-hundred-foot-high orange tower is really a visible and outstanding landmark in the setting of the whole skyline. Viewing east, the sad story of prisoners in Alcatraz Island flashed into my mind. Beyond its cables and steel, my imagination started to wander to the other span of Golden Gate Park in Marin County where the author of The Kite Runner started writing about his painful and devastating life in Afghan before his family was forced to flee to America. When he glanced up and saw a pair of kites floating in the sky side by side, he thought of the days he had had in Afghan and his loyal friend, a low servant, Hassan. I decided not to go across the bridge as I’d planned long before the visit because my heart was heavy with the story of his life. The images of the characters in the story and the Golden Gate Bridge have just stuck in my mind until today.
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