I recall a young boy, the son of a neighbour, who went to school with us at one point. All of a sudden, he seemed to disappear. Not only from the school but from the school bus, the playground and the company club where we often spent our evenings. But because they were our neighbours, I would sometimes catch glimpses of him while playing outside the house. He would be standing by the window, clinging to the iron rods, a strange stare in his eyes, watching the world pass by. Why had he been taken off school no one knew, but I was suspicious that he had perhaps been locked in a room, for whenever I tried to wave at him, a pair of hands would quickly pull him away from the window into the shadows where he had begun to live.