A Little Girl and an Old Man by a Cart. In a roofless flyover in the center of the city, the sun was shining fierce in the sky of Surabaya which covered carbon dioxide. The people hurried across it, their drenched in sweat skin filled with air blobs loaded of exhaust fumes. An old man was still sitting there, relying in iron fence, right in the middle of the bridge. Lowered his head wrapped in ragged pandanus hat and his body clad in very dirty clothing, sitting on a sheet of bottled water cardboard. There was a dented tin in front of him, it was almost empty of the smallest pieces of coins. And, under the bridge, passing vehicles at the intersection with the swift if the traffic light near the bridge was green lighted. Instead, the traffic flow was suddenly crammed like a bunch of sheep who were surprised by the roar of a tiger, when suddenly the light was red.