Dory has three thousand orange pigtails on the head, together they look like a big ball of wool or a hat. She wears a white coat with small spotted insets, gold earrings, her nails look perfect and her skin is impressively smooth for such an early time in the morning. She gets on the bus with me, but gets off two stops earlier, with a few other girls, that must be working together at the same Primary school, as I understand.
Dory is African but has been living in Turin since she was a child and she always keeps on smiling during the endless chats with her friends, some looking older and stricter than her. On the other hand, Dory looks kind, gentle and mild. Although every now and then she dips into an invisible bubble of gloom, when nobody’s watching. For just a few minutes. And right after then she tries back to look strong, determined. She always reminds to the others when they need to get off, which bus-stop, I don’t know why they always seem to forget it.