(The Long Wander.com) a cluster of kids with fistfuls of postcards. They follow on my heels, imploring in their child voices, “You buy from me? Ten postcards. One dollar.” I settle onto a fallen section of wall in a crumbled courtyard and this is an invitation. They gather around forming a semi-circle from my right elbow to my left and begin their pitch. It is a cacophony of tiny voices that after a few minutes begin to synchronize into something like a child choir. They are counting their ten postcards. “1, 2, 3…”