Ruins. Hong Kong. China.
"For how long would we continue to be idle?"
The man who seemed to be the eldest of the group sighed after the speech, his broad face held quite the numbers of expressions. For once you would think that the malady of his ambiguous face was owed to old age, but then you look around him and figure out that what seemed to bother him was way beyond that.
There were lots of men sitting around him. The man who had spoken and the other folks made a circle of gatherings. All males. Each of them wearing the odd gaze.
Behind them were the huts they had made from the tents. If there was anything coming, they probably wouldn't have an idea. They had been gulped by the height and width of the tents.
"We made our own house, we are not idle."
Another man countered. He seemed to be younger than the first man who had spoken. There were less wrinkles on his face.
