Early in the morning, when the cold mist wandered the almost empty streets among the few lively souls who were measuring the earth with their sneakered legs, there was a boy,not more than 20 years old, standing near a closed shop where the 4 roads met. His dark black eyes were constantly on the look out for something. Unable to catch on to the land he was standing, his legs were moving a step back and forth. He was shivering and the reason wouldn���t be just the cold. He pulled his shabby black