• The first beams of the sun hits the doors of many stores and shops in the city. The streets starts to slowly awake from its nightly slumber, and early workers such as the garbage collector and the postmen, runs their first rounds. The traffic starts to roll at a leisurely pace, The busses drive their first morning trips.

    Its’ still too early for the office workers with there coffee in a papers cup and briefcases filled with important papers and rapports to storm the pavements. The sun had already started its climbing on the sky. It’s bound to be a wonderful day.

    But we stop here for a short second, freezes the picture a couple of moments, just as a flock of doves takes of from a rooftop high in the sky. A few thin feathers slowly falls down trough the haze that is soon to be driven away by the sun, the falls towards the ground a short while, before a small breeze picks the up, raises them up in the sky meter by meter, up in the clouds.

    In a house further down on the street, with the inscription; “Sacs gifted younglings” , an boarding school with around 900 lodgers, a boy turns in his bed, he rolls over on his back, and stares up in the sun light up ceiling a couple of minutes before he once again closes his eyes, It’s still a few hours left until he have to get up. The angst have already begun to creep inside him, wrapt its claws in his mind, barbed wire around his heart.

    “not one more day, please. Not jet.” He covers his closed eyes whit his hand a second,

    “I can’t do this, I don’t want to.”

    He turn away from the sunlight, faces the wall and crawls deep under the covers, rolls up in a tight ball and hides his head in his arms. Worm and dark, safety. Before the sleep warps him in again, he slowly strokes with one finger, across the scar his palm. One single word tumbles around in his head, one single name, lays on his lips before he fall back into the darkness.

    This one and only name, is Tony.