At a school in Cajamarca, children often enjoy reading our storybook instalments. They are their favourites because they tell different and entertaining stories.
Some identify them by the colours of the covers: they look for the purple book, the green one, the light blue one... Others know the titles very well: ‘I want the Pishgo Indian', or 'the seven pieces of advice,’ they say. Some remember the numbers better: I still have to read number 7, I've already read number 15. Others, from time to time, search for the title of a story: the book where the fool carries the door, the fox uncle and the rabbit. But children's innocence is greater than all academic or pedagogical formalities, their sincerity is exquisite, and one day, one who had forgotten all the other clues managed to say: ‘I want that book where there are cheeky words’.
In the past, perhaps, his teacher would have been scandalised, or perhaps she would not even have had those books in her library; but that is why we unlearn and learn again, valuing the expressions of our communities. So it was not difficult to find the story, although it was not easy either, because in these books there are several that have ‘naughtiness’, the kind that makes children's faces redden, but which they also love.
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