How hard is it to kill? How hard is it to hurt? How hard is it to steal? How hard is it to destroy? How hard is it to break?
It's quite easy to do these things, now let me ask you this, How hard it is to live? How hard is it to stay safe? How hard is it to work? How hard is it to Build? How hard is it to Construct?
It took him many years to figure himself out, and when he did, it was too late. He thought that by keeping distance from his family he would be protecting them from his enemies, from the life he was forced to walk, from the dangers that followed his every step. But he thought wrong, the only escape he had is death, and that alone would protect his wife and only son.
Years have passed and his death is now forgotten, his name is now buried alongside his wife's, his son is only 9 years old, left with nothing but a memory, he flees Sicily and heads for America.

            The light at the end of a dark almost abandoned street gave him a bit of a rush, running towards it three dark figures jumps out of a nearby building and corners him in the alley, sweat pouring down his face, his hands shaking, he takes hold of the only thing he has and starts shouting... "No!! I have no cash nothing , I have nothing to give you! I have nothing! Nothing!!" Surprised, the men stare at the young boy squeezing on a small piece of what looked like a picture. "What's your name boy?!", "WHAT"S YOUR NAME?!"
Stranded, Lying helpless in the corner of the dark alley the boy weeps. The one thing he had left is now lost, one thing he could do which is to keep walking to that fading light at the end of the street. He picks himself up and starts walking...
His shirt all torn out, his pants could easily be mistaken for a pair of shorts and his shoes are starting to blister his feet tarring the skin off as he walks. "What have I done?", "Why is this happening?". Closing on the light he stops at the gates of the town's cemetery, fatigue filling his body, he stares at the lit candles placed at the side of the altar... "Let's hope!"
He takes a loop over the gate and heads inside making his way to the grave stone located at the side of the altar, "Maybe god is sending me  a message!", he closes up on the stone and starts looking around searching for any means of digging, a few minutes of search he finds an old spade beside the main gate, he takes it and runs up to the grave.
Digging for almost an hour now, he finally hits solid, he throws the spade and picks up the top of the casket, "Why Thank you!" he says with a wide smile on his face, "I was going to do that but you seem to have done the job for me! thanks Kid!", "What?! NO!!", "Good job boy, this shit will make me a cool five grand if not more!!, "No! Wait!" The old man grabs the boy's arm and snatches him out of the hole, "Go on kid!, Run along now!!"...

            Tired, Exhausted, hungry and thirsty, he makes his way back to the dark alley where he was brutally beaten not long ago, he takes out a box from the garbage bin and places it on the corner of the wall, "This should do the trick...", he lies down facing the sky and right before he fades into a deep sleep he looks up and says... "Thank you God, for I am still alive!"
"Good morning young man, what are you doing here alone? the streets are not safe for such a young man!", "Good morning ma'm, I.. I.. don't...", "Ohh my God! look at yourself!, poor boy come along, let me help you out!". Making their way home, they make a quick stop at a cloth shop and head back. "Thank you ma'm, you are so kind!", "Don't worry kid, you are safe now!".

Five years later...

            He is now a man, trying to help out the person whom after all hope has faded away was kind enough to help him and offer him shelter, he decides to head to the local bar and seek a job.