Jimmy had a special gift. He could sleep well even if the sky had collapsed, as long as it was not falling on him. He slept well and ate well.

He had been chubby when he was a child. Piggy was his nickname.

It was the second night in 26 years that Jimmy could not sleep.

The first time was when his idol, the policeman who helped his family, died in a traffic accident. He could not accept it.

He felt like he was being kept in an airtight tank and could not break out even if he broke his head. It was the time he started to feel impotent....