Navigating through the slums (10)
It was still drizzling and it had been doing so for a long time now. In addition to the drizzle, a weak blowing of the cold wind caressed the skin of the two people on the roof of a container house making them to shiver a little.
And when one glanced at the sky, they would only see some scattered dark clouds and the descending sun on the horizon, though a part of this sun had also been enveloped by the dark clouds that threatened to devour the whole world.
Ironically, the surroundings around these two people was so quite which was the opposite of what it was supposed to be when one realized that they were still resting on a building that was in the outskirts, the only sounds that could be heard were only their chatting, patter patter of the drizzle and the ringing sounds of the antennas as they were being swayed from side to side by the weak wind.