You and Mustafa walked side by side, his tall, contented figure eclipsed you, but you were glad because it was a shadow in the light of the sun, scorching to the point of pain and burns.

Man suddenly made some kind of sound, but you didn’t understand what it was and just looked at him, then Mustafa smiled at the corners of his lips and turned his head to look at you.

— "Would you like to go to the market? We can buy a watermelon."