The world, in perspective.

Hail pellets broke through the awning. They pierced holes in the corrugated green plastic. Sunlight streamed through the holes the following morning, casting facsimile shapes of light in the shade. To the young Mohammed Kazem , the holes looked like eyes. They were on the blinds, in the shadows on the walls and on the ground, enveloping him from above, from

Un album tout en douceur, grâce à un trait vaporeux et quelques camaïeux de couleurs tendres, qui contrastent avec la violence du récit.