Gunoi în ghiozdan
Late morning. The classroom smells of marker and lunchboxes, and the light slants in over the desks. As you sit down
Miroase bine
Friday afternoon class. The building is breathing slowly and the sun is bending through the glass. In the second module, Alexandra
Pălăria în aer
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 rupe tăcerea
At the change of classes in high school, lockers clatter like dominoes and the hallway smells of wet coats and marker. At recess, Andrei
Rușinea nu era a mea
t’s sixth grade, in the damp autumn. The classroom smells of marker and wet jackets and, in the hallway,
Prenume: 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
Nu sunt „aspirină”
Afternoons two weeks in a row become long. The bedroom door is closed and the pillow gets wetter and wetter. In high school
Cu un an înainte
It’s the change of classes between 7th and 8th grade. The hallway sounds like a tunnel: lockers close loudly, folders open and
Salutul care doare
It’s the first day of school. The hallway smells of book covers and new rubber
Maria, nu Maria-Gulia
În clasa de grădiniță, totul miroase a creioane colorate și tempera, iar pe perete sunt agățate umerașe cu nume mari pe ele. La pauză, cântecele răsună peste tot, dar al Mariei este diferit de două săptămâni.