By late March, temperatures in Ukraine had clearly risen. The winter snow had finally melted away, and the trees in the parks were quickly turning green again, creating a scene brimming with life.
But the sudden appearance of large numbers of homeless people constantly reminded everyone that this was a chaotic age. Even with spring here, it merely meant people would not freeze to death; starving to death was still perfectly normal.
"Bastard! You're stealing my big loaf again! I'll fight you to the death!"
Beneath a bridge that sheltered people from wind and rain, two homeless men were fighting.
Over nothing more than a piece of bread, they grabbed each other by the throat, tore at ears, kicked at crotches—like wild beasts fighting with everything they had for food.
A few minutes later, the larger homeless man emerged victorious, snatching the large piece of bread into his hands. Still unsatisfied, he kicked the loser twice more.
Only after that man left did the one who had been kicked begin to sob.
But after crying for a while, he endured the pain, picked up a large sign, and headed once more toward the Chinese embassy.
Lu Zixue had never imagined that one day he would end up living on the streets. Nor had he imagined that his willpower would become so incredibly tough.
After his Older Sister, younger sister, ex-wife, and the two reporters left one after another, he had no choice but to start considering food and shelter.
With less than two hundred pounds left in his pocket, staying at a hotel was impossible. Even meals had to be rationed carefully.
Editor Harry from the newspaper had promised that the article would be published in two weeks. During that time, Lu Zixue could continue protesting in Ukraine to stir