A LITTLE GIRL WAS SLEEPING IN A GARBAGE DINTER WHEN THE RICHEST MAN APPROACHED TO HER... My heart just stopped. It wasn't just the cutting cold of dawn that made my blood freeze, but the tiny, fragile silhouette that curled between the rubble and oblivion. A girl, no older than five or six years old, slept on top of a mountain of rotten cardboard, using a newspaper as a blanket. The world, in its infinite cruelty, had turned its back on him. And I, a mere accidental witness to that misery, felt