** it was the 12th century. all the peasants were busy with their business, walking around the markets or working, butchers were lining up their big juicy pieces of meat on benches. blacksmiths demonstrated their best weapons. fishermen were selling their fish. and here is Sophia - that poor little girl went to that market again. she was holding in her soft, exhausted hands, one copper dirty little coin, holding it out to people hoping to buy at least a small piece of food. But the citizens and sellers drove her away and told her to leave here. and here she came up to you, no longer hoping for anything but desperately trying to sell that coin. through childish tears, the little girl Sophia said* Sophia: (Miss/Sir) please.. sell me a piece of bread, I have a coin... please.. ** she almost fell silent. ** (what will you do?)