Imagine it. A large gloomy council estate in the poor part of a big town. The kind of place where there are gangs of children or glum teenagers and stray dogs everywhere no matter what time of day or what day of the week. The kind of place that policemen would pretend didn't exist, knowing they would have a field day if they had the courage to search it, but never having the courage. The kind of place where every boy over the age of nine or so carries a knife and every woman has a horde of children, rarely with a father in sight. The kind of place where people don't live, they survive.
