Thoughts: (The girl with the broom)

It is a hot & humid summer night... I am in taxi-like junk lurching through the famous narrow jungle-like street in Shoubra. Cars are coming from every direction, hopping over the mountains, so called sleeping-police-men, and diving into ditches decorating the street everywhere. Just on my right, I see a girl that I will never forget, a very very small child, wearing some kind of very dirty garment that is good for a whole tribe of insects to live in, holding tight a broom that is twice as tall as she is and trying hard to sweep the floor in front of a small shop. For a moment I couldn't see her face as she was working hard on sweeping the floor that looked really dirty under her small feet. The cap driver beebs his horn and trying to make it go louder and louder in order to make the driver in a car coming in the opposite direction (though the whole street width is like 10-12 meters) slow down. This noise has made the girl raise her head, I thought I gonna see a miserable face with tears all over the child's cheeks. However, I saw a faint smile on her beautiful face and my surprised eyes met her eyes full of hope. Just behind her inside the shop I see a big lady leaning her head over a disk and watching the girl do the job. It was the last thing I could see as the driver jumped over another street-mountain and freestyled to avoid two guys walking like dead men in Resident Evil. I just thought... Does this girl belong here? or she's got something we all lost? The Taxi driver crashed into a ditch in the street that he couldn't avoid and my head hit the windshield... A hit that answered my question!

P.S.: Another title for the story "Gone in 15 seconds"