In
just twenty pages the great Peruvian writer and poet César Vallejo
manages to bring the reader closer to the experiences of a country
boy who arrives at that strange place where children are locked in a
room, in front of a blackboard, with tall windows to avoid
distraction and to ensure, many believe, learning.
"Paco
was also muddle-headed because in the countryside he never heard so
many voices of people at once. In the country people spoke first one,
then another, then another and then another."
How
much that place can deafen the children who were born and grew up in
front of the mountain, planting the farm, playing around the trees or
taking care of the guinea pigs, the hens, the sheep; looking at the
clouds, feeling and taking care of the springs.
How
much desolation children can feel when they are subjected to ridicule
and abuse by others of their age, who are children of the rich, the
landowners, the powerful or the abusive city dwellers.
"Yunque
does not say anything, sir, because Humberto Grieve hits him, because
he's his boy and he lives in his house."
And
it is necessary to be outraged by the abuses, injustices and
exclusions. Because nobody is more than anyone and the school could
not and should not be that place where mockery and fear are
everywhere.
The
school should not be a place of seclusion and invisibility of the
most humble, the most kind, the most dignified. The school, more than
being the countryside itself, must be born of it: to learn from and
with Nature, the first teacher we all have.