They fly low over terraces, antennas, chimneys. In polluted air, right next to the garbage. This is where mother sparrow left her son as soon as he was born. And since, as the little one says himself, it never rains but it pours, he is stuck with his father, the only person in this world he can hate, annoy, and humilate - all of which he does with gusto day after day...
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