Basura en mi mochila
Late morning. The classroom smells of marker and lunchboxes, and the light slants in over the desks. As you sit down
Huele bien
Friday afternoon class. The building is breathing slowly and the sun is bending through the glass. In the second module, Alexandra
Sombrero en el aire
It’s an afternoon on the way home. The bus is hot with so many people, the windows are fogged up and someone is drawing
Andrei rompe el silencio
At the change of classes in high school, lockers clatter like dominoes and the hallway smells of wet coats and marker. At recess, Andrei
La vergüenza no era mía
t’s sixth grade, in the damp autumn. The classroom smells of marker and wet jackets and, in the hallway,
Nombre: Elena
It’s the change of classes in the 2nd year of ESO. The hallway smells of sweat and disinfectant from the gym; echoes of whistling come
No soy una «aspirina»
Afternoons two weeks in a row become long. The bedroom door is closed and the pillow gets wetter and wetter. In high school
Un curso por delante
It’s the change of classes between 7th and 8th grade. The hallway sounds like a tunnel: lockers close loudly, folders open and
El saludo que duele
It’s the first day of school. The hallway smells of book covers and new rubber
Maria, no Maria-Gulia
En el aula de infantil, todo huele a ceras y témperas, y en la pared hay perchas con los nombres bien grandes. En el recreo, los cantitos suenan por todas partes, pero el de María suena distinto desde hace dos semanas.