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Everyday in his life began with rain. He was one of those, whose attributes were rather demonstrative. Bad luck to name the most prominent. Everything he was, everything he saw was orphan, poor and rather unprominent. Violence of all kinds. He never experienced a single moment without pain in every piece of his body and soul.

He grew up in an institution. Bad, bad treatment they gave him. Struck him. Gave him pain, endless pain. Years of pain, painful rain, rains of tears, tears for years. When they closed it and sent everyone away, they hid him in a cellar. Dark cellar, greasy cellar. No, absolutely no, light in there. Brought him food all few days. Water he found.

When they left him out he was damaged forever. His soul shrunk to a little dark spot somewhere underneath his eyelids. Impossible to spot for a simple mind, which is pretty common around today. Although he had never received any devotion or care, he was longing for it ever since. He didn't right know what it was or how it felt but it was better than everything he knew anyway. And that in return he knew.

It was, again, raining when he woke up. He pushed aside the newspapers that were covering his dirty ragged appearance. His fingers blacked by the street with small open wounds, scab everywhere. His mid-long brown filthy hair had not seen a shower ever. The parasites on his head accompanied him for at least a thousand generations.

Since he fled from the cellar in the institution he wandered around in the streets of a vast unknown city. He had never seen something like this before. Buildings, 200 stories tall, thousands and thousands of people. All his life he had seen only his room, later the cellar and a few, very few people. He never even imagined that the world outside, which he always knew must exist somehow, could be so mind-blowing vast and endless. So prodigal and extraordinary in it's dimensions that he was afraid of it. Also the many people scared him. He had not seen much people but those he already saw meant him no good.

He sought shelter underneath a large trash container. With tears in his eyes he tried to seek the warm, comforting embracement of sleep. Soon his eyelids dropped and covered the poor remains of his. With the dark monotonic sound of the rain pattering down on the container his breath faded away, and he fell asleep forever...