France. France is his street name. He doesn't tell his real name to anyone, at least not until you've known him for a long time. He is 21, bright, perceptive when it comes to people, a natural leader. He runs with an unruly group of boys. They sleep on the street, harass the street vendors, hustle for jobs attending parked cars outside the shops.

 

For a few hours on a two different days, we lived his life alongside him. But I will never really know what was going on inside his head.