<DIV>Triton loved living in Mister Salgado's house. It was the biggest house he had ever seen--filled with floors to sweep and silver to polish and meals to cook and adults to impress and a brilliant master whose voice was poetry. And people from all over the world came to the house-- to sell their wares, to talk, to live, for this was where life took place. Even the sun would rise from the garage and sleep behind the <i>del</i> tree at night. And in the house, life was good.<p> But beyond Mister Salgado's house there was a world. And all around them, it was falling apart...</div>