10 year-old Davit and I talk on the grounds of the animal farm. Sunlight hits his face. He closes one eye from the burst. Then, he looks at me and smiles. We descend from the dilapidated wall and he tells me – let’s go and ask my grandpa. The door to the security post opens without a screech. “Grandpa, hey grandpa, when’s my birthday?” asks David. “Hey boy, don’t you know?” is the response of the old man, his eyebrows scrunching and the lines on his forehead multiplying.

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