A young man stepping out of the train, carrying a bundle of hand painted clothes to sell at the bargain bazaar, loses a slipper in the melee. He removes the other and walks barefoot, side-stepping run-off from crates and walls. Pauses for the gong at the Church Plaza, crosses himself and moves on- bewildered, anxious and hoping for miracles. Shadows providing paths, beneath concrete barks, among the confused Hustle.