the class does not water
NoonFebruary 22, 2023 – 08:05
Of Riccardo Vigilante
An exact year of war in a few days. I have links to geopolitical maps, history and two documents. I’m ready. On the stairs to the crossroads Cardamone: Not what today, Arturo! And they’re all next to it! But what did she do again…. He snaps and leaves without explanation. In 4E indeed the electric atmosphere. Cinzia Cute as a flash: Daria is back but she has turned into a kind of witch, prof. Daria has powers. You now you don’t put enlightenment in the way like always. On the other hand, the essential is invisible to your eyes, not a sentence of yours, prof?. I just have time to shake my head that I see it. Daria Guinzella took her place again after two weeks of self-isolation in her room. she white as a ghost and she smiles dazedly. I leave the books on the desk and approach them. Hi Daria, nice to see you again. How are you?. He stares at me and clearly wants to explain. happened, Prof. I feel differently now. I hear things happening far, far away. Sometimes I see them. Do you hear voices?, I do. Sometimes words, sometimes sounds, but often it’s feelings. I seem to see the connections now….
A dense silence fell in the classroom. There is no war that holds. I pay attentionne and energy are only on her. Goethe said that for a farmer the collapse of the state is an abstraction, but the fire of the barn is a drama. Here, Daria stands in the center of our burning barn now. Then I remember the third day of the war: a group of guys in a Moscow armored car singing Zombie by the Cranberries and posting on Youtube as if they were my pupils, only they are disappearing in prison for singing a pacifist song on Red Square , that’s all the difference. And as I too was guided by an invisible hand, I attack like this: So you feel the connections between things, now, because you know that everything is linked to everything…. She nods convinced. So you can go far… and you can produce effects…. She nods. And with your newfound strength you can go as far as a distant city… in Moscow, Daria, where there is a girl who is the same age as you, her name is Irina, Daria, and she has been in prison for a year… just because she sang the verse of a song…. She moves away imperceptibly. The verse says that we carry the war inside our heads, as if we were zombies, and for having sung it she has been in jail for a year, her name is Irina, Daria… and now I want you to make her feel that she is not alonethat we are with her, not alone… there is you and me….
An interminable minute passes. Then she looks away and says in a low voice: I don’t know how to do this. Try again!, I urge. A moment more passes. No, I can’t. Maybe it’s not true that I have these powers…, she murmurs to herself.
The veil of disappointment spreads over the class. Someone takes something out of their bag, restarts a few cell phones, someone else starts chatting. From outside comes the sound of a horn. Even Cinzia Cute ignores it. So I go back to the desk and say that today I wanted to show a map of the conflict. First I wanted to hear the questions about this war year. I ask you to write them first in the notebook. And I stare at Daria until she opens it, this notebook of hers.
On leaving, Chiara present, Cardamone will ask me at what stage my plan to use the magical arts to end the war will be.
Witches for Peace!, I’ll relaunch.
Clear, but not that Arturo, lost for lost, really believes in this magic thing?, he chuckled.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Cardamone, than you can dream of in your philosophy!
He will frown and ask me if that is my sentence.
Basically yes…, to answer impassively, everything is linked to everything, you know….
February 22, 2023 | 08:05
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