As soon as you go out onto the street you meet a group of children.
The choice of clothing is random and some prints are superimposed on others. One of them carries a spear and a wooden slingshot. The tallest is dressed as a skunk and makes indecipherable noises. Another wears an ankle-length jacket made of printed scraps while waving a flag that says Outsiders Division. I can see hats that imitate animal heads and a lot of disorder. I imagine them as the lost boys of Peter Pan, always on the edge of the precipice, not caring about anything, free and wild.
