Among them, I notice a few kids with different features, with darker complexions like mine. A strange harmony binds them together: nocturnal complicity, identical gestures. I like watching them chat with each other, scattered but gathered from all around. They’ll never know that their presence soothes me, even though, at the same time, I feel a pain in the center of my chest, as if one of those pellets were lodged in my heart, and I nearly die from envy.
