When Oscar Cohen was a small boy he had a friend: a bird he met in a park. A bird he named Anima, who would fly onto the ledge of his bedroom window and tap his beak against the glass to be let inside.
Sometimes Anima took Oscar on walks around the neighbourhood and showed him all the secret sights, of which only the birds knew. Sometimes Oscar took Anima on walks, to show him the few things that birds didn’t know about. Most of the time, though, they just sat together.
