Shaza A

Pies in the sky

The first time me and my brother ran away from the institution, we were 5 and 6 years old. We made it as far as the edge of the town square, hiding in cobbled alleyways and camouflaging with store front mannequins. The guards had a hard time finding children but there were enough of them. They caught us at the corner because you had to cross the street and there was no place for cover. It was the harbour after the open street.