I'm inspired by the man at reception even if the owner of the building calls him "the boy". He sleeps just inside the front door on a thin cushion on the floor and springs up to open the door for me when I leave in the morning. That was the first few days. School must have started because when I go to the communal kitchen at 5am each morning he is sitting at one of the tables alone with his textbooks. He notices me and smiles "good morning, sister!"
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