Boy

Diary: Monday April 10, 1995: In front of the National Commercial Bank in Mathilda’s Corner, standing in a queue to take out money, this boy appears. Completely self-absorbed, he turns wild pirrouettes. Faster and faster he goes, without toppling over. I go into the ATM room, draw out money on my credit card as the wretched machine will not accept my normal card, 4000 Dollars. Most of it owed. When I come out, the boy stops turning as suddenly as he had begun. Having stopped turning he also stops being a boy. He is a man, thinly built without calf muscles to his legs and very cross-eyed and rabbit lips. He spins around, that is what he does.