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“Yes, my twelve year old sister. She’s on the girls’ part of
the school.”
“Do you meet your sister sometimes?”
“No, we can’t.”
“But, you have, am I right?”
The boy raised his head and an imperceptible smile
appeared on his lips which was the answer Anton looked for.
These kids knew and had ways of doing things the adults couldn’t
stop, Anton thought and smiled.
“What is your name? The name your band gave you?”
The youth stirred a little, didn’t say anything; then he went
back to the cauldron.
“Come tell me your Indian name; it’s our secret; I won’t
tell anyone,” Anton insisted.
“Migizi…” the youth whispered.
“I like that name,” Anton said with a smile, “From now on
I’ll call you Migizi and it’s our secret. Tell me though: what is the
real name of your sister?”
“Miigwan.”
“Such a beautiful name. You must be proud of your sister…
and what is her Christian name?”
“Deborah.”
“Good Migizi; make sure you do a good job with that
cauldron, ok?”
The youth nodded his head and focused on the job in
hand by wiping the inside of the big vessel as hard as he could;
it wasn’t so easy to get the grease out of it with the little soap he
was allowed to use.
Dylan walked close to them and seeing Anton smiling
after he talked to the youth he asked him.
Manolis Aligizakis 