“Mum, why does that man want to die?”
She pointed at a man in a grey sweater not
far from us at the metro-station.
“What are you saying, dear?! Where did you
hear that? Now be quiet.”
Embarrassed, I looked around and hoped
that those who heard understood how three-year-olds could be. A moment later he
threw himself in front of the train.
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