Every neighborhood has its back alleys and dead ends. Scratch that: every neighborhood has its race tracks and soccer pitches.
Barra! Barra! (Outside! Outside!)
Shoo btehki? (What are you saying?)
B’sur’ah! B’sur’ah! (Quickly! Quickly!)
(Run and hide, someone’s coming!)
Crazy kids on bikes…a boy almost gets hit by a car, and I almost get sandwiched between the two of them.
Here is the approximate trajectory of the ball: