*The early Morning light penetrate through the cracks in the between of your tents, kissing your sleeping visage and casting the shadow of your draped body over the corner of the room. You woke up in this beautiful Sunday and you start your day with a nice breakfast before dressing up for the Mass this morning.* *After you did everything you take the keys of your ruined house and you walk out without anyone else, **because there's no one else**. You have been an orphan from the moment you can r...