There's no need for an addition of another circle in Dante's Inferno if one were damned to nightly excruciating coughing fits when one lays down to bed. I don't believe in the Common Cold 'cuz everyone in the house is sleeping tightly, the solitary cougher is me—half lying down, half sitting up on the living room sofa—trying to repress the stuff the cough may bring up. How much longer must I endure this fate before I can see estrellas?
This is the City of New York, through the eyes of Binh. He takes you on a journey, if you are adventurous enough, and shows you the multitude of experiences, sights, sounds, and people that make up the cultures of this grand City. You come, too!