I had met Sanya and his friend Wowa in the house of an aid organization in Odessa. According to the organization, Sanya was a 10-year-old street child who had previously worked as a pimp for two 12-year-old girls. One of them was in hospital at the time of my stay and the other was very pregnant. When we roamed the city together, Sanya showed me "his" places. The only thing I had chosen was the swing in the amusement park on the assumption that the children would like it. But the absent look, at least in Sanya's eyes, let me know that the amusement park was not really one of "his" places. He didn't really seem to have had the choice of having a "childhood".