Chapeau en l’air
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 brise le silence
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 honte n’était pas la mienne
t’s sixth grade, in the damp autumn. The classroom smells of marker and wet jackets and, in the hallway,
Prénom : 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
Je ne suis pas une « aspirine »
Afternoons two weeks in a row become long. The bedroom door is closed and the pillow gets wetter and wetter. In high school
Une année d’avance
It’s the change of classes between 7th and 8th grade. The hallway sounds like a tunnel: lockers close loudly, folders open and
Le salut qui fait mal
It’s the first day of school. The hallway smells of book covers and new rubber
Maria, pas Maria-Gulia
Dans la classe de maternelle, tout sent les crayons et la gouache, et sur le mur, il y a des patères avec de grands prénoms. À la récréation, les chants résonnent partout, mais celui de Maria est différent depuis deux semaines.
Le miroir de la cour de récré
It’s recess in elementary school. The rubber floor burns in the sun and the fountain drips out of rhythm. In the bathroom window
Sur la peau pour toujours
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