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
No sin respeto
It’s the first weeks of school. Everything smells like new books and wet sweatshirts. Matthew enters the school in clean
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
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.
En la piel para siempre
At the change of class, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror under the white light. The hallway smelled of cologne and wet paper
Dos caras y una nueva
It’s the first weeks of school. The classroom smells of marker and freshly lined books. After a discussion, the desks look
Homeschooling
It was a bright morning. On the kitchen table, notebooks lay open next to a mug that was still steaming. The pace of study was set
Pequeño y borroso
It was the sixth grade classroom. The lights were cold and it smelled of fresh chalk.