offered her colors.
A notebook.
And time.
After a few minutes, Sofia began to draw.
I watched in silence.
First he drew a house.
Then, a small figure.
Then… other larger figures around.
And then, he drew something else.
A group of children.
One of them pushing the small figure.
Another one laughing.
And in a corner…
A figure standing, looking.
He did not intervene.
I was just watching.
Laura tilted her head slightly.
“Who is this?” he asked softly.
Sofia hesitated.
Then he pointed to the small figure.
“It’s me.”
He pointed at the children.
“They.”
And then…
He pointed to the figure that was just observing.
“And he… is the master.”
I felt a chill run down my spine.
“The teacher doesn’t do anything,” Sofia continued, with a calmness that belied her age. “He says we have to learn to defend ourselves.”
Laura exchanged a glance with me.
