But he knew the pain.
Hunger too.
An unexpected cry in the heat
That morning had been particularly trying. A shopkeeper had chased him away with a sudden gesture. A passer-by had pushed him without even looking at him. For many, Lucas was not a child, only a disturbing element of the scenery.
Then he heard a noise that did not correspond to the place.
A baby was crying.
Families with infants did not live in stifling alleys. They lived behind closed doors, in well-maintained apartments.
The cry resounded again, more urgently.
