in the middle of the night silence flashed an old man pushing a rickshaw pedicab filled with cardboard his former look so tired wrinkles on the face of proof he is not young anymore but what power for a bite of rice and a hope to live tomorrow without turning left and his right keep the spirit of guiding his old rowdy pedicab hoping there is a leftover cardboard box scattered on the side of the road is actually not a desire he but a circumstance that makes him have to move for the needs and aspirations of a more adequate life, for him surrender is only a dream because giving up is not her identity.
