I saw them run as fast as they could to cross Commonwealth Avenue, a 12-kilometer road tagged in my country as the ‘the killer highway’. They were two little boys, perhaps aged three or four, barefoot and in tattered clothes. In fractions of seconds, they went from one side to the other as hulking buses and cars sped through the highway.
I was on the other side, waiting for a ride under the scorching heat of the midday sun. I watched in bated…












