So the other day I went to the balcony to get some fresh air when a little boy on the street caught my attention. He was of minimal age to be left outside alone. And he was carrying a balloon. Actually it was more of owning a balloon since he was kicking it with his feet on the ground. Being a “luxury edition” balloon with glittering confetti inside contrary to expectations it was not bursting being treated like that.

Then the kid stopped his procession, lowered his trousers and started doing whatever little children are allowed to do on the streets in the very situation. . . on the balloon.

Being tactful I switched the span of my attention to a completely different azimuth to let the life go on without unnecessary interventions.

Then a loud sound made me turn back. I saw glittering confetti gracefully approaching the grass and one little figure heading towards the street water faucet.

The moral of the story? Even when you learn the hard way, remember: experience is what makes a man out of a boy. And perhaps even more important: “Dignity. Always dignity”

On the photo: confetti similar to the ones described in the post