The street is the mother and the school and the pavement is the chair they sat on to learn street-begging ... its fences are a retreat for a sleep haunted by fear and the walls are caves for dreams struggling for survival ... they wander at night between streets, running after fancy cars so their owners would throw them some coins that would repel misery, their clothes do not show any sign of satiety or hydration.
ان الشارع المدرسة الأم والرصيف الكرسي الذي جلسوا عليه لتلقي علم التسول. . .