Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

Charles Pépin

whatever you want and then go back to the protection of the périph? I don’t think you thought too hard about it.” There is a moment when I almost feel ok, it is when I start breathing again, at this precise moment, nothing else exists, I am simply happy to have a little less pain, and to no longer be suffocating. I try to get myself up but I don’t have time, I believe that he doesn’t strike, that he lets the others to do it, I try to curl up into a ball to protect my head and my stomach but a kick, stronger than all of the others, turns me completely around and right after, I feel something smash intomy eye. It’s strange, that hit didn’t hurt, I see the blood oozing but I don’t feel anything else. “Whites like you, they just take it and don’t give it back, ok? They fare better in the shelter of the périph and when they leave, they keep

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I take out my keys on the deserted road and out of nowhere, there are four of them. Immediately I recognize the guy from the parking garage with his silver tooth and his name comes back to me: Rédoine. He faces me and the rest surround me. I don’t have time to be afraid; the first blow goes to my stomach and I am already on the ground trying to catch my breath. I see some large sneakers and something shining on the sidewalk. I figure out it’s my keychain, but Rédoine knocks me out and I have the time to tell myself that afterward, when this will be finished, I will not be able to make it home. Only Rédoine speaks. He speaks and the others shut up. “Who do you think you are? What do you think? That you can do

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