A beggar child with no name finds the dangerous streets more exciting than being housed at the
This is a story of wasted lives. Dragonfly was just one of them. I used to visit these children whom I closely observed as having no love from their homes, but most especially with no sense of direction. I hated the idea of foreigners visiting them as specimens, although I was thankful that at least they came with some food and some blowing-bubbles toys. These do not last, however, just like the home atmosphere that the
