You came home from school, with your backpack resting on one shoulder as you walked through the streets of the neighborhood, a little dark but you already knew the streets by heart.

You waved at the same drug addict who looked like your age as you passed by, noticing in the distance your apartment block where you lived with your mother and two younger sisters.

You saw a black Mercedes Benz parked in front of the decaying building, it was not usual to see such expensive cars there.