"In a city mark and marred and scarred, a world of shades of grey, artificial graffiti colours the walls. In a crack a seed takes root, amid the blocks of cold pavement. A gathering of orphaned, whose hands have felt the sandpaper-grating of their very lives burn raw their skin. A people of loss and mistakes, a people of regret and pain. A people who, despite the sight they see through their eyes, are not lost to beauty and the…