The woman was walking fast in the middle of the night. Her long steps were proof that she was running against time. One thunder was heard, then another. The light from the sky reflected the small starving figure moving on the asphalt and the night sidewalks. The woman carried a child in her arms. The sleeping child's head lay on her shoulder and her body was wrapped in a dirty blanket.

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The woman walked in one thought. Her young body was weakened by hunger and her eyes closed on their own, but she gained strength and continued walking, thinking of only one thing. The darkness of the night hid her face, although at that time there were few passers-by in the streets. There was thunder and then another. The woman breathed and looked up at the sky. The endless grey sky accused her. From there she felt a look that made her lower her eyes. She hurried as if in all the haste of the world.

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Her dry breasts had fed the child, even though she had not fed for days. Hunger was glued to her skin, stuck in her eyes, stuck in her soul. Ever since she became pregnant, things in her house have gone from bad to worse. First it was her parents who turned their backs on her. When they found out that she was going to have a baby, they took her out of the house and threw her out into the street. Then the baby's father didn't want to know about her either. He didn't understand. She said she couldn't feed that baby. Since that day, the woman slept in a house one night, in the square the other day, and so on. When it was time to have her baby, she went to the hospital alone and was there alone until one of the nurses put the baby in her arms and told her to leave. That was almost three months ago.

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The country was not good with her either. For years the country had left her exhausted, exhausted, to the limit of her understanding and support. She had stopped studying at the age of 15 to help her parents. She worked for a while in the market selling candy, then began to get on buses to sell any kind of goods, then in the squares. Until she became pregnant. Now there was no work, no food, no medicine. Somewhere her child had rights, but in that country, he and she were invisible beings, unimportant to the thousands of hunchbacked creatures with their own problems.

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As he walked he looked around. He had been wandering for more than three hours. Pillars of rubbish piled up on the filthy sidewalks, rotting water in the sewers, sick and skeletal dogs wandering around like her looking for something to gnaw on, houses razed to the ground with worn paint and walls destroyed. Bitter despair took hold of her. She felt the first raindrops crashing into her body, so she protected the baby more. She couldn't hold back the tears and made her pace faster.

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At the border of the city, with her eyes tired, the woman saw the perfect shelters for those who emigrated and sought to comfort their hearts exiled from family and country. Her forehead soaked in rain, the woman cried. With all her face wet in the rain, the woman cried. She cried in the middle of the rain because she knew she had won the race to the death because it was the one she was fleeing from. Indolence for her ended that day. She had come out of hell.

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