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Outside its raining and in staircase it is full of tramps who want to drive away the boredom. One of them is kindling a cigarette, and all the boys are gathering in a circle and everyone expects his turn to pull in their chest a smoke. Among them is a kid who does not put money for drugs. He is in high school and he has just 15. He came from school but he remained in staircase to be like the people from the neighbourhood. He smoked hero but he does not care, it seemed a simple drug then. He went home and he had a strange behavior. Second day at lunch he regurgitated everything he ate. His parents thought that he had drunk, when he, actually came home drugged. He carried on third day in same way. He was very excited by the new entourage on the neighbourhood. It passed one, two, three months but in one day, none of them produced money. The kid is knew that it comes his turn to do someth or at least to seem like he is doing someth, and how he had the allocation on the last months for a few days the money were enough. Then his people embraced him and one of them said to him: “My brother, you are a big boy now! I swear of my mum that if someone is picking up on you, you will come to me because you know I’m not afraid of anyone!” and since that time the boy changed.
He is swearing all along the line, and he is dependent. Now he is walking through the pharmacies to take syringes because the “pleasure” of cig started to put out. The others knew him and the kid was priding oneself on who stays and what he does. He had starting to learn how make money and he was gyp since he walk through the beachcombers. Now he is playing truant from school, he had the pluck to beat everyone. He was strong rather one year. He had entrance on every trafficker from the neighbourhood and it was good, but he is sick now and is not the same person. His parents knew about him but they have not what to do and put the boy in a hospital believing that the boy will heal, but when he got out, he drugged again and said “God, I love the heroine!” He had hiding in the garbage the phial, the salt and the syringe but without knowing that he had taken hepatitis and with invalid liver, he continued to drag and to carry always a bottle of water on him. The kid had quarreled and beating with his people, and now the boy is stole from the house. He had sold almost everything, his father it was sick and his mother does not work now. In 2003, he had let of school and he had thought to sell merchandise or to leave from
country. The kid had making plans that in a trivial day had crumbled. He had left to search drugs and when he found had injected two doses. He closed his eyes, felt, made froth and that it was all. Now he is lost. Found by neighbors, buried by parents and in the neighbourhood are the same, another dead and soon they will forget him. This is another story about a child who is no more, over him far has setting earth, at his tomb nobody comes and his companions doesn’t cry him!”
ANDREI DARIA Cl a X-a C