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It is five o'clock in the morning, a cold mist lies upon the small Kenyan town of Kitale. Only if you walk around the empty town in the break of dawn you will notice the part of life that society is hiding. On cold concrete floors, all over the city, lie hundreds of children fast asleep. Their skinny bodies are covered in plastic bags or blankets as they sleep right next to each other to escape the cold and rigid nights. As the first rays of light are sipping through the trees the town is slowly awakening. Some children are running into the damp and misty fog while a young boy brings out a old t-shirt and starts cleaning up the children's urine and dirt from the concrete floors. There is a silent agreement with the city dwellers, that the street children are allowed to sleep on the cold floors of the town, as long as every trace of them ever being there are erased in the morning. Nobody wants to know where the homeless children sleep at night. As the morning slowly turns into day, the children stand on the dark side of society, watching the life they never got to be a part of.