He was sitting in the sun, daydreaming, waiting for the evening to come.
In some nearby bushes a chirpy carefree robin kept him company.
The school playground was completely empty, the silence occasionally broken by the sound of faraway cars.
He was just a kid.
Together with his family he had fled from the civil war in Somalia.
He didn´t understand Swedish yet, but knew some English.
When I said I lived in Gothenburg, he smiled. The family lived there for a while when they first arrived in Sweden.
Then they were moved to another city, to start a new life.
He liked it here though; he liked the silence.
The flowers on his jacket shone brightly in the light of the setting sun.
On his trousers, the words ”Nothing’s Forever” were printed.