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Freitag, 4. März 2016

The fiction of despair: “Mummy, don’t worry, I am alive and finally free”

I come upon Alpha and Omega (not their real names) at the bus station of Agrigento, two poorly dressed boys, with very dirty slippers and trousers, torn t-shirts and jackets, with in their hands a bag presumably filled with food. They immediately draw my attention and I observe them for a while.