Taxigringo had been imprisioned in the emporer's dungeon for two hundred years. The early years where the most difficult as Gringo tried to adapt to the absence of customary human comforts. Chinese tortures where different than what he was subjected to by the Russians who would take him to the point of death and then revive his health to be tortured again. Two hundred years where a long time, and with two more hundred years to go before he was to be killed and sent to Hell, Gringo made the best of his situation. He realized that anxiety was useless. Even the worst of human conditions was better than this eternal abyss called Hell, and Gringo bided his time with creative writings.

Somehow the writings had come to the attention of the Emporer who found them amusing. He sent a message to Gringo that he could have one wish. Gringo let it be known that he would like to have Diana Krall play the piano and sing to him every night.

The emporer was not amused because he had secretely nurtured the same wish for himself. None the less he let Der Gringo have a two and a half octave set of orchestral bells.

Day and night Der Gringo banged on the aluminum keys until the day came when the guards removed their ear plugs. More and more they looked forward to hearing the rhythms and melodies that touched their heart. Roaches, mice, rats and all sorts of vermin also would make their way to Gringo's cell for they too found the ineffable music their liking.

Learned men of the land became curious about how a man in such deplorable misery and isolation could produce such beautiful music. They could not agree upon an answer. When Gringo was told to give a command performance for the emporer he did so and so much to the emporer's delight, Gringo was given his freedom with a stipend to live on.

Gringo was awed by the beauties of nature which he had taken for granted before his imprisonment. He taught himself to cook as now he could eat as well as his imagination and skill would allow, and great were his imagination and culinary skill. Again this came to the attention of the Emporer who invited him to fix a meal. Gringo did so, and the emporer was pleased with the result. When the emporer asked him for the secret of his resiliance and resourcefulness Gringo answered, "Life is a gift and meant to be lived with appreciation. Our worst days are mearly a sense of having a little less of the gift, but in reality it just whets our appitite for what is yet to come."

The emporer said, "Aren't you afraid of when you die and have to go to Hell?"

Gringo looked at him and smiled, "It is not Hell that I fear but rather the one who can send me there, and where He is, Hell is not."