Yanis Bahloul

Brahim is enjoying life the way most boys his age do--with friends, watching TV etc while his father worked in a crane factory, and then the bad news; his father has to relocate to southern France because the factory was closing.

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"You sweep, you throw bins, you wipe the tables and slowly, your spirit floats..." What does the young sweeper think? About does he dream about?