One day ... Meeting Yes, Babylon ... Or would it be Babel, the fantastic Tower of misunderstanding that so well represent the confinement to which we were subject ...?
Out Babylon, was Babel, out what was , the truth is that low that the teachers is neglected, we liked to let our imagination to escape from that place where we cut and underground were store up the absurdity following ordinary methods at that time, for example: repeat the lesson endlessly turn by all (there were many more than a hundred), sing most diverse listings with a simplistic and stereotyped melody (and learned the most sublime heights of geography, history or literature ...), and, if we were lucky, some another occurrence of an adult tending original bridge between terms and concepts what might be called something like association of ideas sui generis with those guardians of order and conventions gave us without us and we'd open his mouth to ask ...
Well, well, would be left with stories and cross the threshold of the cave, which the school day is about to begin. I see that now come Javier Jorge, José Carasusán, Alberto Curtis ... and my dear Loli ...
Who are encouraged to follow? ...