Ali Zaoua, prince de la rue (2000)

Simultaneous tenderness and cruelty in a dishearteningly brutal world of poverty and abuse. Scarred, dirty, glue-sniffing kids cling to childish dreams despite the disillusionment of their existence.

In my book for the frail friendships and determined bravery of the abandoned. And for the final, tearstained lament.


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