Nici măcar să nu te uiți la el.
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
Între sonerii și căști
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
A străluci nu e o crimă
End of term. The hallway smells of marker and photocopies; on the bulletin board, many starred notes. She walks noiselessly
Când furia ajunge la recreație
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 plasture pe ochi ca să văd mai bine
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
Zgomot, căști și respect
Senior year of high school. In English class it’s all noise: fluorescent lights sizzle, chairs shuffle, people talk loudly. He enters with
Tăcerea învățată
It’s afternoon on the playground. A group of older boys take over the basket; the floor smells of rubber and competition
Nu fără respect
It’s the first weeks of school. Everything smells like new books and wet sweatshirts. Matthew enters the school in clean
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