In between his mother sends him – and other kids – again and again to other tourist to talk them into buying something. Afterwards, each time the boy runs back to continue playing with his friends. At some point the woman cuts a melon into pieces and shares it among the children. Another time they all get something to drink. They seem happy, everything seems to happen in a playful way – it seems to be their normality. But then again, what is normality? I should be filled with dismay, but I’m not. Our eyes meet again, this time we both smile. Although we both live in a completely different normality.
I feel my stomach rumbling, reminding me that I haven’t had eaten really anything so far and so I start searching for my cracker in my bag. Suddenly the boy appears close to me again. He hasn’t noticed the cracker yet. With a questioning face I look over to his mum, asking for permission to offer him the cracker. She nods.
The little one takes some of the cracker and quickly runs back. Happily he shows his mum his prey. He gives his friends two of the cracker, the other ones he eats himself. Again his mother and I share a smile.
