Last night the old village school teacher was killed. This morning the children found him in his small room that had been attached to the school when he returned, the lost son, to this small town about 80 km from Barcelona, picturesquely located in the mountains of Catalonia. No, he was never really lost. But …
You turned away from me, my colleagues. If I spoke to someone directly, I got a brief, evasive answer. They seemed to be embarrassed by my presence. I went through the last few days in my mind, checking if anything had happened that could justify this behavior, but with the best will in the world, …
I taught history and religion at this school for about half a year. Since I was still new and relatively inexperienced, they only entrusted me with the little ones, at least in history, because in religion, I was rather unmolested, since the subject is seen more as a bridge. It didn’t matter to me, because …