![]() ![]() When we hit the bush we are already flying, scream-singing like our voices will make us go faster. ![]() It's only the little kids who see us and want to follow, but Bastard just wallops the naked one at the front with a fist on his big head and they all turn back. We don't have to worry about the men under the jacaranda either since their eyes never lift from the draughts. They just glance at us when we file past the shacks and then look away. Getting out of Paradise is not so hard since the mothers are busy with hair and talk, which is the only thing they ever do. We didn't eat this morning and my stomach feels like somebody just took a shovel and dug everything out. There are guavas to steal in Budapest, and right now I'd rather die for guavas. We are going even though we are not allowed to cross Mzilikazi Road, even though Bastard is supposed to be watching his little sister Fraction, even though mother will kill me dead if she found out we are just going. We are on our way to Budapest Bastard and Chipo and Godknows and Sbho and Stina and me. ![]()
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