“Early Sunday morning when everything is quiet, the streets are empty and no one is around, a small beat up rental truck is parked in front of an apartment building. The back is open and one glance at what’s inside says someone must be moving house. A mushroom-colored couch and three non-descript wooden chairs, a few lamps, a children’s desk, an old stereo system are all carefully, strategically arranged in there. Someone’s small kingdom is picking up stakes and moving across town.