Stow Away Child

-Lizeta, mother goes, this nice policeman is going to take you away to a very nice school, you have to listen and behave, do you understand?


I don’t and she sees it on my face, tears roll from her eyes in torrents and by now I too cry, involuntarily overwhelmed by a sense of doom. She tries to explain more but by now we are across the street from our yard. She gives me a quick hug and without checking the street for cars she runs into the yard and disappears into the dark arcade (bolta). This would be the last  hug mother gave her stowed away child.