Kuto was born in Sierra Leone, but he has never really felt at home there. He has always been a bit of an outsider, and his life has been filled with melancholy. When he was younger, he dreamed of becoming a black cyclist cap, but that dream never came true. Instead, he ended up working as a white arabic shirt in a factory.

The work is hard and the hours are long, but Kuto doesn’t mind. It’s not like he has anything else to do with his time. His days are monotonous and repetitive, but they’re also safe and predictable. And that’s something that Kuto needs right now.

He can’t help but think about the past sometimes, though. About the things that could have been if things had gone differently for him. If only he had become a black cyclist cap like he’d wanted to…