I walk past a playing field where two girls of about ten years old are flying kites. A boy of the same age arrives on a bicycle, they know each other. One of the girls shouts at him: “We are not going on vacation.” Him: “Why not?” She: “My grandmother is going to die this weekend.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper on August 22, 2023.