Lizz and I went to Zamalek tonight to meet a friend for dinner, and afterwards we decided to go to this really good ice cream shop for desert. While we were walking, a young looking kid came up to us with a bunch of fresh mint, trying to sell it to us. Lizz and him talked a bit as we walked, and when we reached the ice cream shop, Lizz told him that we didn’t need any mint but asked him if he wanted ice cream. He said yes very quickly.
When he walked into the store with us, the manager stopped him and told him to go away. Lizz said she was buying him ice cream, and they said fine but he had to leave as soon as he got it. They didn’t want street children in there.
We went over to the counter and asked what he wanted. He just said white – I’m pretty sure he had no idea what the colors or flavors were. Lizz bought him a cone of white and he left before we could even pay, not wanted at the store and needing to work.
He was twelve and looked seven.
