Wednesday, 12 October 2011

Sensations


Unforgettable experiences, huh? This is what I thought the very first moment he gave me his hand for a serious handshake. I was in an isolated place, the suburbs of Stara Zagora (Bulgarian city) trying to teach theater - art to Roma children in a special school, in a special area. Ghetto area - high level of criminality, poverty and dangerous people. Yet, since my entrance to their school I already forgot the precarious matters. Smiley, sweet faces and smart eyes were all over me; I felt secure and interested to meet them all, to hug and play with all the children…
As soon as I was in his class, he was missing. To be honest, I could not understand how it was possible for him being in the school area but not inside the class. I felt, a bit, envy… I wish I could have avoided much of the teaching stupidity I had to deal with during my school years… As soon as the kids understood the reason I was there, a classmate of his stood up and went off looking for him. He appeared after five minutes, a short; although, he was ten years old, little kid. With brilliant eyes and a funny face. He opened the door very seriously, came inside like he was crossing a road, stood in front of me, looked me for a second and finally gave me his hand. "I've passed the test, he likes me”, I thought. And then, like a busy businessman, told me: "Teodor" (his name). We shook hands and told him my name as well. Classmates started laughing at him but he didn't pay any attention. He went back to his desk and sat down waiting for my treats…