Three boys of about sixteen years old are cycling in front of me. They talk about their jobs. I hear one say that he only works until four o’clock. The other two think it’s easy. “But,” he says, “after that I still have to go to my grandmother, and that is also a kind of work, actually.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the June 9, 2023 newspaper.
