This happened five years ago.

I was near school in my neighborhood. The school organized a fair in honor of Maslenica. They sold barrachlo as well as cakes, blends and so on.

I noticed a boy, probably a first-class boy, sitting on a hose with an expression of universal sadness on his face.

I approached him:

and hello. Why are you so sad?

I wanted to buy clothes at the fair, but there was no money.

I remember like as a child I wanted some candy, but could not afford because of the lack of money.

I smile victoriously, here is my chance, I will give him money and tell him to go and buy what he wants and dissolve myself in the crowd like an unknown hero. I pull my hand into the pocket of the jacket. I see the expression of hope on the boy’s face. I remember that I don’t have money with me.

I say sadly:

And I have no money.

It seemed that we simultaneously issued a doomed breath.