Ni siquiera lo mires
Noon at the neighborhood school. Lunch is the most valuable thing in the backpack. At home, a small and too quiet apartment: mom comes in and out
Entre timbres y auriculares
It is the first quarter of ESO. The bell honks and the lights vibrate overhead. He crosses the hallway with helmets on – they protect him from the noise
Brillar no es un crimen
End of term. The hallway smells of marker and photocopies; on the bulletin board, many starred notes. She walks noiselessly
Cuando la rabia llega al recreo
It’s noon in the courtyard. The sun streaks the painted benches. A group of girls occupy the shade, as if it were their own
Un parche en el ojo para ver mejor
Preschool, Mexico, 1993. The room smells of play dough and juice in a sachet. The sun streaks in, there are worn crayons on the table
Ruido, auriculares y respeto
Senior year of high school. In English class it’s all noise: fluorescent lights sizzle, chairs shuffle, people talk loudly. He enters with
El silencio aprendido
It’s afternoon on the playground. A group of older boys take over the basket; the floor smells of rubber and competition
No sin respeto
It’s the first weeks of school. Everything smells like new books and wet sweatshirts. Matthew enters the school in clean
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