What I remember from my past life is something like a dream: I remember our poor forgotten neighborhood, and how men used to exchange rolls of lawn, as well as heads are hurt, teeth and hands are smashed by a fight for a pigeon…! My father enters the house drunk with red eyes, beating my mom severely, while I am sitting in the room’s corner like a frightened rabbit! My mother leaves the house divorced, and I take her place in beatings and scolding! As a hungry one, I decided to go out looking for something to eat, I walked and walked in vane! hunger had been tormenting my stomach when I reached a rubbish container near a falafel store, trying to open those sandwiches papers, finding remains of bread with leftovers lettuce, tomatoes and falafel, which tasted good! Really I was full, and I drank (cola) also from the thrown cans in the container, I haven’t felt full since my mother’s divorce. I left the rubbish container to give the chance for the cats to saturate too…! I found myself in one of the markets and it was dark. My feet lead me to a corner where some garbage was present, where I found a large box that could fit the body of a skinny eight-year-old child. The box had a new shoes smell, I closed my eyes surrendering to sleep. It was a quiet night with no dream seen! I went to the public toilet, I did my need while watching writings and carved drawings on its walls like those historical inscriptions that I once saw on TV, which the ancient civilizations had left on the walls of temples’ walls, I did not understand the writings, but the paintings lead to shame, this made me rule out that these carves will be left as traces for future generations… I washed my face, wiped my hair and left for the container to have breakfast! Then I went to wander among the alleys like stray dogs, checking faces from afar, afraid of finding out that one of them is my father’s!. In the evening, I didn’t find my cocoon, meaning my box. but in a market like this boxes always are present. From this box (vanilla) smell raises, no doubt that I will eat a lot of biscuits in my dreams tonight! The first year of homelessness did not pass except for ten boxes present, from each one of them a child comes out, departing during the day and meeting at night… Three years had passed in the same situation, and I do not think that my father was affected for my absence, and most likely he believes that I am with my mother now. My mom whom I do not know where she is really, if I had known where she is, I would had gone to her, I think she got married, for she is still young and beautiful… now I am inside the box, fighting to sleep, and my mind must also be silent in order to sleep, Tomorrow, a new dawn and new alleys are waiting for me! It was a really new dawn, differently, the municipal workers came to collect the garbage, waking up sleeping children around me, and throw the boxes in the wheel carriages! The worker said to me: Get up, boy, get up, we need the box, I opened my eyes! (It was my father’s face!).
