The cobblestones of his childhood glistened beneath his shoes, as Bunim made his way to the center of town. It was still early morning and people were already hurrying along the streets. They were going in the same direction as he was: toward the Governor’s summer residence. It was one of the only buildings in this part of Cardiff that hadn’t been torn down when the town had been run over by the big city dwellers. He was not looking forward to having to attend the rally. Even though he was a senior government official, he didn’t care much for politics.