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The carnival field was full of lightning strikes. Laughter and humor were in the air. I stood near the small fountain, where a boy was quietly gazing at the alcohol consumers. A thick cotton string was hanging around his neck over his torn shirt, and some cards were in his pockets. His face was serious, with a tint of patience. Something unknown attracted me to him. He had contentment in his scarcity. I asked, “What did you see in here, dear?” “I have seen everything. They throw bangles. They aim at toys. They stab numbers with arrows. I liked aiming at toys. The magician is useless. I can display a better show of cards than him.” He replied very profoundly. His words didn’t pause anywhere. I asked, “And what's behind that curtain? Did you go there?” “No, I couldn’t go there. Tickets are charged.” I said, “Let's go; I'll take you there.” I thought, “You're my companion for the day.” He said,“ What will you do there? Let's go shooting.” I agreed with him and said, “C