“There used to be a light in our backyard, next to the garden chairs and the wooden table. I used to come outside to take pictures with my friends in the early morning. We’d drink coffee and eat cookies and we were better than ever. In our backyard, I used to catch insects and flowers in the fresh wet grass. I would make tents with bedsheets and listen to the birds singing. I would climb the lemon tree and sightseeing my neighbours’ house. At night, I’d sneak there and watch the stars moving in an endless sky. That’s all they would do. Moving. And it was perfect. So simple and magnificent.
There used to be a light in our backyard. Where has it gone to?”—