BIRDS IN THE SKY
He was like my little shadow, constantly hovering around me, studying my every step and move, and when we ended up standing next to each other, he would gaze silently into my eyes and smile. There was an inexplicable sorrow in that smile, as if he was asking for forgiveness, trying to explain…
He was probably eight or nine years old, it was difficult to tell his age because of his build – he was short, but had a large head, swollen like a balloon, which distracted us from any attempts to guess how old he was. Who was he and where had he come from? I kept asking him questions in Armenian, Russian, and broken English, trying to guess his ethnicity. It was all in vain. He would patiently listen and smile quietly. Nobody knew anything about him, we didn’t even know his name.
