"What is the feeling of being black and poor?" Perhaps this is the most stupid question that you can ask while surrounded by a group of gangsters who have this description completely: poor and black skin. But this is the same question that the writer raised, surrounded by an armed group of gangsters, in a building within a poor residential project! For a full decade, the writer lived an almost complete life in these poor residential projects. He made friends with gangsters, and their educated companion promised him.