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  • “It’s only a tent in the suburbs “. That’s what Penny keeps telling herself as she approaches the circus. She is walks with her head lowered, almost as though she were going to the gallows. Everything’s wrong. The kid’s enthusiasm, the brightly colored posters, the fresh autumn air that resembles springtime… everything is wrong, starting with her! And just then a large pair of white shoes almost blind her and she raises her glance to see whom they belong to. It’s a clown. A completely white clown. Almost a ghost… no, too young to be dead… but she corrects herself… you are never too young to die… if anything you can be too young to understand… because a slammed door can change your life forever.

    “It’s late… won’t you come?” Daniel, in front of the entrance, yells immpatiently. His mother reassures him “We are coming!” and then gestures to Penny, who was farther behind… still lost in those white shoes. Penny glances away, goes toward her mother, leaving the clown. It’s like falling back into darkness again. Only then does she realize that looking at the clown she had been almost hypnotized, it was like having seen a bit of light reflected in the most absolute darkness. Her darkness is still there, but a bit more tolerable. It still hurts her, but less deeply. Her mother hands in the tickets. The moustached man dressed in red clips them and the arena opens before them.
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