''My name is Antar, my mother used to call me that name before I left her, and I cannot find a place for me except the streets where I travel day and night, and I look for those who will feed or care for me. A single phrase I hear from passersby and the dogs with them: 'tramp'. But I did not continue homeless after I knew Samir.'' A story from BETA (Beirut for the Ethical Treatment of Animals).