He was all of thirteen, short, slim and charming. With the characteristic school bag that seemingly weighed a ton, he set out from home to school. Typical of a school kid, he bid adieu to his parents and joyously strolled down the street, kicking the stones along the way. As the little one turned around the corner, out came a little pack of cigarettes that had been cleverly concealed in the bag .In the cover of a tree, away from the busy din, he puffed his way to glory. With every puff he felt...