In Benfica neighborhood, Luanda, Angola, a boy look with some fear and distrust to me as if you wanted to get the ball. "It's my ball, go away" seems to mean. Run from one side to the other and finally sits with his back against a wall as dirty as the ball handling. Look at me like that resigned allowing me to capture the moment of discomfort. But everything was fine, as long as no one tore your treasure.