The Insomniac...It's 4 a.m. as I write this and will probably be 5 a.m. before I post it. I've been an insomniac since before the war. My sleeping hours are strange and disconnected - rather like a cat. During the war it was almost impossible to sleep. The nights were full of bombing. We'd stay up, huddled together in a room, listening to the planes and explosions, sometimes venturing outside to search the horizon for signs of burning. After the war, the looting and pillaging kept everyone up. We'd take turns staying up and listening for prowlers or break-ins.Now, sleep doesn't come very easily.