In the end will be only me and my blog. I used to write in books and since I was a child I liked to read and write. Sories, memories - even being so young - it was like I was 100 years old. I knew everything that would happen to me in the future, not the facts exact but the feelings.
I remember when I was in a nun school, every years we used to go to a Catholic parade. Many schools were there to pray and see the Bishop.
There was an out door that was so impressive for me. It was a ordinary one witha woman, a man and some curtains with strikes. But looking to that outdoor the feeling was so heavy and I didnt understand why. So, once and while I kept looking to the outdoor because we took ages to walk few steps.
The uniform for these days was special made with the best silk all whote. Blouse and a long medium long skirt. We used a white beret on our heads too. It was boring be stand there for long hours. But it was the first time I had some sense of something unknown, that later I notice was related with my adult feelings.
I remember when I was in a nun school, every years we used to go to a Catholic parade. Many schools were there to pray and see the Bishop.
There was an out door that was so impressive for me. It was a ordinary one witha woman, a man and some curtains with strikes. But looking to that outdoor the feeling was so heavy and I didnt understand why. So, once and while I kept looking to the outdoor because we took ages to walk few steps.
The uniform for these days was special made with the best silk all whote. Blouse and a long medium long skirt. We used a white beret on our heads too. It was boring be stand there for long hours. But it was the first time I had some sense of something unknown, that later I notice was related with my adult feelings.
The school was it seems it was in the middle of the jungle and in the night we could hear the little animals talking.
The last floor was for playing and it was big. Our piano classes were on the second floor next to the most beautiful trees and flowers.
There were snakes there too but the gardner always killed them because most had poison.
The school was so beautiful but it was a relief when I finally could start sleeping at home again.
In my vacations I used to go to my uncles home. Mom worked a lot and didnt have time to stay with me even on vacations. Sometimes she was there at the weekends or my dad. But it was always sad when they needed to go.
I can define my childhood as The Age of Silence. We couldnt talk loud, scream or un on the corridors. Only at the last floor we could play at the right time and so do what childrem use to do: play a lot of games, run, scream (not that much) and talk loud.
We had many other ativities but what I liked more was the piano classes.
Silence. Silence to study, to read, to embroidering, to wake up and washing our face, brushing our teeth and make the bed. Everything had to be perfect. Before we leave the sleeping room, the nun used to go to each bed and check if it was all in order.
So, in silence we went to the church and pray and so to the breakfast. At the touch of the little bell we could start talking a bit till be in silence again and be in line to get each one to thier classrooms. In silence.
The last floor was for playing and it was big. Our piano classes were on the second floor next to the most beautiful trees and flowers.
There were snakes there too but the gardner always killed them because most had poison.
The school was so beautiful but it was a relief when I finally could start sleeping at home again.
In my vacations I used to go to my uncles home. Mom worked a lot and didnt have time to stay with me even on vacations. Sometimes she was there at the weekends or my dad. But it was always sad when they needed to go.
I can define my childhood as The Age of Silence. We couldnt talk loud, scream or un on the corridors. Only at the last floor we could play at the right time and so do what childrem use to do: play a lot of games, run, scream (not that much) and talk loud.
We had many other ativities but what I liked more was the piano classes.
Silence. Silence to study, to read, to embroidering, to wake up and washing our face, brushing our teeth and make the bed. Everything had to be perfect. Before we leave the sleeping room, the nun used to go to each bed and check if it was all in order.
So, in silence we went to the church and pray and so to the breakfast. At the touch of the little bell we could start talking a bit till be in silence again and be in line to get each one to thier classrooms. In silence.
