Somewhere in the 80's - South Europe
I remember the days being a hard pain to get over during elementary school, waiting for the interval ( recreational ) and go for to play with friends; Classes were semi harsh under the watchful eye of a professorship almost indifferent ( I say almost , because we had teachers more severe or more indifferent than other ) whose pedagogy was discriminatory for the weak. Saw some fellow hungry , tired with problems at home ( and difficult problems ) and for some reason could not learn .... and moreover had to reach out to the harsh rule (method at the time to teach ... a thick wood ruler beaten several times in the hands when for somehow you didnt know an answer or were distracted) ...anyway, I pitied them .
One of these passages , and difficult problems , i have recorded like this : well , I remember one colleague who along with his brothers and mother were beaten up and expelt from their home, which for a drunk moment their father would be recurrently experiencing . They were living under an awning ( plastic cover ) with a mattress that could be ssen from the school; was cold that day and my mother ( great woman ) did what it was usual to her....to give a hand . She called them to our house , gave them clothes and fed them between the crying and embarrassed eyes of the young children , I looked and saw suspicious my classmate drinking the warm milk from my mug , which stupidly at that time I caused a lot of confusion ... I did not understand .
Decada de 80 - Sul da Europa
lembro o dia de ser uma verdadeira seca o passar do tempo na escola primária a aguardar que chegasse a hora do intervalo (recreio) e ir para uma brincadeira qualquer; As aulas eram semi rispidas sob o olhar atento de um professorado quase indiferente (eu digo quase, porque haviam professore/as mais severos ou mais indiferentes) cuja pedagogia era discriminatória para com os fracos. via alguns colegas com fome, cansados com problemas em casa (problemas bem dificeis) e que por algum motivo não conseguiam aprender .... e ainda por cima tinham de estender a mão à dura régua ... eu tinha pena deles.
Uma das passagens desses, problemas bem difíceis, ficou-me gravada: assim, recordo-me uma colega que juntamente com os irmãos e mãe foram espancados e expulsos de casa, que por um momento ébrio que aquele que dizia ser pai ia recorrentemente experimentando. Ficaram a viver debaixo de um toldo (capa de plastico) com um colchão que se via da escola; Estava frio nesse dia e a minha mãe (grande mulher) fez o que era habitual dela dar a mão. Chamou-os lá a casa, deu-lhes roupa e alimentou-os entre o choro e os olhos envergonhados dos mais pequenos; Eu olhava e via desconfiado a minha colega de escola a beber o leite quente da minha caneca, o que estupidamente naquela altura me causou muita confusão... eu não entendia.
há dias assim - Radio Macau
