Abu is thirteen, the shy smile and eyes that are constantly searching the ground. In Abu dare to look into the world al, probably because you've seen too. Born to a poor family in a small village near Makeni, in Sierra Leone, his life turned one hundred and eighty degrees the day we fell into the river from a bridge which was fishing. And falling, misfortune would have it, the urethra is pierced with a branch.
Africa live with the death of a more natural that Westerners. For them death is the downstairs neighbor coming to ask for sugar. For us it is a breach in the sky that mercilessly out a demon or angel that comes to fuck the soul.
Cover, we gave him 200 MZN (5 EUR). I felt terrible. I'm ethically against all such arrangements fucking destroy this land. What to do? How to play the cards in a world without rules?
In a psychiatric hospital while bombs were falling sick went outside to hold the fireworks; in a market a group of soldiers who never flees terrified a city flat hearing gunshots they believe are ambushed.