Under the searing hot noonday sun he walked wearing this wooden box frame. He was in his own world. If you could see his face ( not in this picture of course ) he was I think playing. Like he was in some kind of a suit and he was travelling. Sort of like that. Probably. I did that when I was a kid. : )It was funny. I felt like I was watching an improv or something. Maybe he'd grow up to be a performance artist. Seems like a long way to go from being a basurero's kid to becoming a performance artist but hey - we all start by dreaming right.
This kid's got a future. I can see it. : )
And you thought I'd be writing some dramatic heart wrenching story right? Nope.
A bright future for this bright kid. : )
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