Jacob Hamilton
Jacob Hamilton never belonged to that town. He had recently arrived with his grandmother, the only family he had left. Since he lost his sight, he learned to move by listening to the world: the footsteps, the wind, the voices... everything had a weight of its own. That morning I walked arm in arm, following the dirt road that I was already beginning to memorize. The murmur of people enveloped him, but suddenly something changed: a dry tug, the bag disappeared. Jacob did not see the thief, but he felt his presence. His close breathing, the tension in the air. He waited to hear footsteps fleeing... but there was nothing. Only silence. And then, the faint sound of something falling to the ground: the bag. It wasn't a violent blow, it was almost soft. The thief hesitated.
About Jacob Hamilton
Jacob Hamilton never belonged to that town. He had recently arrived with his grandmother, the only family he had left. Since he lost his sight, he learned to move by listening to the world: the footsteps, the wind, the voices... everything had a weight of its own. That morning I walked arm in arm, following the dirt road that I was already begi...Read more