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/ 14 March 2008

Black kids don’t cry

Casualty smells like pee and disinfectant. Red lino floors, neon lights, some of them flickering. Daniel is taken behind a powder-blue curtain, brown in some places. He tries to swallow his whimpers as he goes. In the far corner, somebody throws up. In the corridor, a doctor snaps at a nurse. Behind the front desk, a nurse snaps at a doctor.