I remember her as if it were yesterday, because perhaps it was the last time I said goodbye to her. We lived in two different buildings, one facing the other. These poor and decadent buildings were surrounded by immense lawns, but there was also a fence. I felt caged every time I passed by it, I wondered why it was there, separating people and families. In fact, my parents often advised me and my brothers not to think too much about "the other side". One day, however, as I was returning from school, something struck me: a head of red hair turned downwards, perhaps overturned, hanging from the fence. When she managed to extricate herself from the entanglement she fell heavily to the ground, and the next thing she knew she was on her feet, fixing her battered clothes, her disheveled bag...-"So?"-She asked-"Ever tried to climb over her?"-She said she referred to the fence. I was speechless: SHE CAME FROM THE OTHER SIDE. And she was really beautiful, sunny. -"But why?"- I asked at a certain point -"why did you do it? Why was it bypassed? Don't they forbid you to do it??"-. She looked over her, placing the hood on her head, then smiled: - "I see that we are very different about our futures, and about how we want to face the world or not" -. I didn't understand immediately, but I only realized later that she was fleeing, from her house, from the other side, from our side, from me. That funny girl with curly, puffy hair and beautiful honey-colored eyes... she was just looking for her freedom, in a world that allowed her. Besides the sad city where few people lived, including me, I didn't know anything else. Instead, she took courage and decided that somehow her time had come... During the sunset I watched her go away hopping, happy with her choice. She didn't even tell me her name, but I nicknamed her "Sun", like that beautiful star that was now shining in the sky, and that would accompany her where she really wanted.
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