The boy is crouched over in the back of a van. Drops of blood from the cut on his head stain his shirt—he’d been hit with a bottle when he got into a fight. Stanislas Lukumba, a tall, good-looking, fortyish nurse, checks for shards of glass as the driver shines his cell phone on the wound.
For the last eight years, Stanislas has made nightly runs in the van. He stops in neighborhoods where street kids hang out, and those in need come inside the van for help.