2. Yes, very serious.
The poor man's balcony is the rooftop and his war is fought with kites.
If the strings glint with special blades shaped like W's, the poorest ones with old razors, it is because the children are joyous in thief's work.
Foisting their kites in taut lines that dip to the flatness of bled sunsets. Not for the shimmer of it or the freedom of bound hoverings, but to break a rival's joy.
Suffice it to say that in the end, the truth will surface once again and joy will return to whence it came.