It’s 3am. Market Day. Vendors sleeping in the street begin to wake. One man called Giliard is sleeping on the sidewalk. At the fair there are many things to occupy people’s attention. They come to buy. To sell. To meet friends. There is loud music. And Giliard continues sleeping. At 11:00am Giliard wakes up. His stall has vanished. He asks everyone. Nobody has seen anything. He realizes that he has just lost his stall, but not the items in it. So, he takes his things. Puts them on a cart and this is the day Giliard sells everything.
Lidiane Cristina de Souza
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