Let me first admit that I am obsessed with the people and the place of my youth. Haunted by sweet memories of how their existence enriched my life. These memories are with me everywhere woven in the very fabric of my being. From them there is no escape, I am a willing prisoner of my past in the Amsterdam Projects in New York's mid-town Manhattan. But there are many like me - most of them return to the Projects every two years for the reunion and a chance to reunite with old neighbors and celebrate old times. I can see it in their eyes; these people are also haunted by the exquisite rhapsody...