Work Injuries, Balloons, and Candies
In our old, irrelevant town—where nothing happened and everything was forgotten—a man sold balloons. His bald head, smooth and round like one of his own balloons, was a familiar sight to us children who gathered around him daily. He wasn't just a vendor; he was a performer, He made the balloons dance, and the children laughed. He took it all very seriously, and the children took it all too far (more on that later). ...