Then all of a sudden he picked up an empty packet of matches and threw it through the window, the bird instantly took a flight, disappearing into the air.

As he rested his head back on the pillow, his mind went back to his line of thought before the sudden interruption, he began to wonder how fred virtually became his benefactor, never in his wildest imagination has Marco dream that the same boy he was fond of playing with in their house would be the one feeding him today.

This seems to be one of the ironies life strike at the middle of the night, while you sit down comfortable...