The next day they continued their journey, not even glancing at the ruins of huts, where they spent the night. - Where are we going? - I asked the kid in Cantonese, holding her skirt Francie. - Until next parking - calmly replied Lai Ching. He had no idea where this is the car park will be, but the answer is quite satisfied the boy, and he had no complaints trotted on. They walked quite a bit when met on the way another tent city, divided, as usual, in the park. People settled down on the grass, chatting or reading newspapers, while the others stood in line for free breakfast, which dispensed with wooden carts. In the air floated the smell of hot coffee and fresh bread, and a starving kid demanded pulled Francie skirt. She stood in line for breakfast and paper blankets, which are also issued free of charge. They quickly ate sitting at some distance from the crowd. Then, throwing a blanket on the back, Francie and a boy moved for Lai Qing, still not having the slightest idea where he leads them.