Date Posted:10:48:10 03/07/01 Wed Author:Highlander Subject: World Childhood
A Yellow brick house cuddles up alongside the beige and white path that is already dressed in four different shades from the hot Tunisian sun.
There a small frail boy in a white tunic tries desparately to sell his last piece of bread and his left shoe.
Raindrenched Kids howl and scream, playing hard under towering lamps saturated in misty Orange. The burning of November fire lingers the thick air causing nostalgia for years to come.
There a used tyre hangs helplessly around a street pole creating a place were dreams are made of and fond memories thought of.
