Smack. The boy grimaces, holding his cheek. “What did he say? Tell, tell,” the man in khaki urges a gaggle of girls in school uniform, as TV cameras roll . “He said, ‘She’s pretty. I’ll pick her up’,” the girls chorus in unison and giggle, braids swinging. The boy twists himself into a pretzel of misery, desperate to dodge the cameras
“What are you doing here?” “Er… My wife is there,” a young man points to a shop. “Really? Why aren’t you with her, then?” Just in time, his wife emerges, adjusts the hijab on her head and unleashes a volley: “It’s a ladies’ shop, why should he go in? He’s just sitting outside, what’s your problem?” The men in khaki disappear.
“I am… I am just sitting here,” a…
