Mayra while ago that never sleeps. Sitting next to a wall, takes refuge from the sun while playing to throw stones to a plate. I look at. She is focused on your goal and do not see me. In his left hand has five stones. Slowly, grab one with the right, pressed against his palm, closed fist strong, gathers momentum, opens his hand and throws. Now smile, hit the target.
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Yesterday's game was the same, but in the American Indian. He spent the last three nights there, so long ago that never sleeps, but most no longer live in the park, do not know if tonight will do. Your room is also the parent's room, the room of his three brothers, kitchen and dining room. ; ; ; -
Seeing me, Mayra release the four stones and stop smiling. It's twelve noon, the heat is unbearable and we're just her and me in the street that, like all the neighborhood is ground. Without saying anything, I go, I grab one of the four stones, the press against my palm, close strong fist, volume boost, I open my hand and shot. Now I smile, say the target.
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His family joined with the decision already begun. They decided to go to the park on Saturday, just before the Gendarmerie and the Prefecture encircle the site. It was not easy to choose to join the occupation, but the despair and helplessness, forced the parents to do so.
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-Buscate your stones, these are mine
- You would not have to be in school now?
"Yes, but not until we left the park and I could not go back tomorrow. And your stones
buscate
"There goes, what grade are you?
-Buscate
leave your stones to ask questions and while I look for two rocks, she grabs one of the three remaining, presses it against his palm, closed his fist tightly, gathers momentum, opens his hand and throws. Do not smile, do not hit the target.
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Last night the situation in the park was not easy. In a meeting it was decided it was best to leave the place and rely on paper. The reality was that the American Indian were living the same or worse than before, had chances to be evicted that night and also had the promise of the housing plan, which was better than nothing.
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Already with two pebbles in my hand, I hear Mayra, who tells me she is in fifth grade last year and could not go to school because they had to work, but now his parents were taking did not know what thing the Government and therefore re-examined. "Just enough to eat, but before even that," he says. A barking dog interrupts our conversation and both at the same time we took a stone, pressed our palms, clenching fists, we push and throw. We smiled, gave the target.
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This morning, Mayra's family left the park. Do not know if it will ever hand over the property but do not dare to ask a lot. Someone told them that if they returned to fuck they were going to get all the plans and is a risk not want to take. With the plan at least have some food for six. Before, not even that.
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The dog stops barking and sits next to us. Is ill-fed, has sad eyes and makes a funny noise when breathing. Mayra pet him and tells me not be afraid, it does nothing. I reply that it is very brave and pat the dog with one hand and the other took my last pebble, the press against my palm, close strong fist, took momentum and shot. I smile, say the target.
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more than five years ago that Mayra's parents have promised them things. So far they met few, so not much believe in the paper they signed. Just do not complain because they know they can get worse, the threat of the plans worked. Now that risk translates into eating or not eating, your family, more desperate than you are, it will not take any property.
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"I'm not brave, in fact I have fear. A mother killed her in front of the police again and now I was told that if we occupy a place is not going to kill us, but the government is not going to pay more for my parents and I'm going to have to go out work again and do not want that.
Quiet, I look not knowing what to say.
She, too quiet, takes his last pebble with anger. Anger at the cynical blackmail the government, which threatens his family without any shame and promises things will not meet. The press hard against his palm. Force will need that does not give the housing and overcrowded as it is, can not complain. Fist sadly. Sadness that the flood to realize that you have to make do with what little they have because of the risk of being worse. Picks up momentum with hope. Hope that comes at night when sleeping dreaming that the reality is different. Throws his last pebble and hit the target but no longer smiling.
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* The story is fictional. The model also
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