Writing class...

I was in school, lost in my thoughts, among so many people and yet I was feeling lonely. I looked around and everything seemes so strange, so distant, I felt disconected, I was just and observer.

When suddenly a student falls out of his chair! Everybody looked at him and the classroom filled  with laughter. I look at him, I don't know him very well, but he has sleep covering his features. He had been asleep. I laughed along with the others, but sleepy was exactly what I was.

If it wasn't for the rythim of a pen agaisnt a table that ecoed through the classroom, it would probably have been me who would have fallen off my chair.

My stomach roared with hunger and popcorn was what came into my mind. Hum... popcorn, it makes me think of the movies.

A honk sounded outside, alerting me from my estupor of thoughts. I looked out the window - probably a truck, I thought dismissing the noise and paying attention to a boy that was outside.

He had dirty and ragged clothes, his hair matted, he was so thin, his sheens looked like sticks.

A homeless kid, I thought.

That was the clear image of today's society. I can cut out two kinds of pictures and rate Brazil's social classes.

The wealthy and the survivers.

How many people have a room above their head but their fridge was empty? And what about those who didn't have either? It's a great difference between the wealthy and their industrial kitchens and a full fridge.

A long-haired man aproached the boy, took money out of his pocket and there was an exchange of merchandize between the two of them.

Was he a drug mule? What do I do? I was frozen. Maybe I'd would have even screamed so it would all stop, but then what? The boy wouldn't have anything to eat and his father or whoever was making him sell was going to hit him.

I was quiet and I shifted my eyes from the boy, I couldn't stand such thing, such unfairness. I looked up at the sky and saw an airplane flying by and I tracked it's trajectory while it cut through the sky.

I thought about how the world had evolved and even so, God knows that it doesn't matter our situation, there's always someone who gets it worse and there's always someone willing  to laugh at our misery.

That made me think of the student that was sleeping in class and fell off the chair. Maybe he had a reason to be sleepy. Maybe something might have happened in his home. Something only he knows. I curled in my desk, closed my eyes and regreted that I'd laughed at him.


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