Somewhere in this world lives a group of beggars.

They look how one expects beggars to look like; but their eyes sparkle, they do not complain about their destiny, nor do they seem to worry.

These beggars have a secret, a tiny one, nothing special: Every morning, after rising from sleep, they perform a little exercise: They slip through the eye of a needle, to make sure that they do not ask too much for themselves.

Then they greet each other with the words: 'Good Morning, King of Kings!