James's Park, Kensington Garden, Belgrave Square, to Trafalgar Square, have been filled with tourists. They were moving towards the same point carrying the flag and symbols of the British Empire.

His full name is Zulkarnaen Age and he is not a tourist having just walked out of a Victoria subway station, eight hundred meters southeast of Belgrave Square, rushing to his feet among a group of travelers. Ages tightening up its thick coat, strong winds that blew dry leaves made the 30 year old boy from this tropical country shiver. He never got used to the London climate,

although he has lived since completing his master's degree in law at Oxford university

"Hello, My friend." Rajendra Khan, owner of a food stall near the station says hello.

Zaman looks at his wrist, there are still a few minutes, decides to pause for a moment to smell the delicious aroma of roasted meat. His stomach is hungry, he hasn't had time to eat breakfast.

"Since when were you interested in attending events at the Palace?" Rajendra was pleasantly asked.

Zaman shook his head. Pointing at the formal clothes he was wearing.

"Then you go to work?"

"Yeah." Zaman answered curtly, ordering a meat sandwich.

"Gosh, it's Saturday, my friend. Do lawyers like you have no holidays?" Rajendra's hands were nimble in preparing orders.

Zaman shrugged, "You never have a day off either, Mr. Khan? This stall is always open."

Rajendra Khan laughs. "It's different, My friend, this is a food stall, not an office job. But I'm not going to argue with a lawyer - I'll definitely lose .... For your information, it's an important day, tourists will flock to Buckingham Palace, Remembrance Day Memorial. Food stalls. this will be affected by the crowd, of course I will not close it. "

Despite their vast differences in age, stature, and appearance, the two of them knew very well. Their fellow migrants have become close by themselves since meeting. Rajendra Khan and his extended family arrived in London forty years ago from North India, seeking their fortune to Europa when the country was heated by political strife. Meanwhile, Zaman arrived in London as a student from Indonesia six years ago. Since being, accepted for an internship at a law firm with offices in Belgrave Square, Zaman has often stopped at a kiosk owned by Rajendra. Just off the steps of Victoria Station, this food stall stands out. The halal sign above the kiosk makes Zaman not have to ask twice, immediately likes it. They get acquainted as buyers and sellers. The short conversation lasts only 60-90 seconds, but because they meet each other almost every day, they get to know each other well through a series of short conversation pieces.

Zaman handed over a £ 10 sheet, "As well as paying for the meat loaf two days ago, Mr. Khan, I forgot to pay for it". Then waving, he had to hurry back up.

Rajendra Khan nodded, already busy with the next buyer.

Holding the package of bread, Zaman continued walking towards his office. one or two of the famous London buses were red double-deckers passing through the streets, filled with passengers

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