Pájaro
and Negro
|
I
am on the sidewalk talking to Güero and Flaco, two years ago
they lived here on the streets at Tasqueña. I remember inviting
them to Father Chinchachomas' Homes for Street Children where they
are still living. They look great and are on their way to school.
It feels good to see them. Güero tells me that he won a prize
for making the best piece of furniture, a table, in a competition
among the children in a woodworking class. Suddenly, Pájaro
screams: "Help, Negro!" I see a man running down the street with the
children after him. The man just hit Negro out of the blue. No one
understands why. |
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