26.11.16

My scariest teacher experience

Answer written originally to a question in Quora 
My scariest teacher experience: Controlling a classroom full of 5-to-8-year-olds running in a frenzy while a kid rushed at them with a handsaw.

I remember specially one creepy/scary moment I had as an extracurricular teacher of English as a Second Language for young kids, after school hours.

Each school had a different system for the after-school activities; in this one I was supposed to turn up at a specific hour and the children would be in our classroom, with a school monitor keeping an eye on them as they arrived from their different classes. It was a complicated group, with a mixture of  children between 5 and 8 years old, so their reading, writing and drawing capacities where quite different.



One day I could hear more noise than usual as I approached the room. I peeped in through the door’s window and saw mayhem going on. The monitor was nowhere to be seen and the children where shouting in what seemed more like panic than just playing around. I opened the door and I saw one of the older boys, X, running around with a handsaw in his hands!

25.4.16

Rumbo a Plutón

...Seguiremos planeando acciones locas
Y seguiremos riendo
Y seguiremos amando
Y seguiremos bailando
Y seguiremos desafinando
Y seguiremos disfrazándonos
Y seguiremos pasando horas en el culo del mundo sin saber si lograremos algo
Y seguiremos celebrando cada pequeña victoria, y revisando juntas cada derrota
Y seguiremos ampliando esta familia luchadora, sincera, cansada, renovada, visceral.

Tejer una red de tantas personas brillantes, solidarias, tozudas, apasionadas es un lujo que nos hace vivir la vida intensamente.
También son intensos los momentos duros.

Te echaremos de menos, Kevin

Rodaje de las escenas del coro para el vídeo "Mónica"
Desobediencia y solidaridad... Como forma de vida.
De "Apadrina un contenedor" a "Abraza un contenedor" - Francostein vuelve con la Ley Mordaza
Performance improvisada - Francostein vuelve con la Ley Mordaza
Tus cómplices seguiremos desafinando a coro: Móoonicaaaa!

16.2.16

El dolor del poder popular

Vivimos intensamente las emociones de años convulsos.

Más que empatizar, nos reconocemos en el otro. Vivimos junto al otro su dolor, su incomprensión ante un arresto arbitrario y brutal, su rabia, su pérdida.

Vivimos tantas vidas que los meses devienen años, los años eternidad.

Releyendo vemos que habían señales. O quizá era nuestra lucha de siempre, nuestra manera de vivir la injusticia y sentirla nuestra. Quizá tan sólo estamos queriendo leer y entender y compartir un tiempo más contigo.

Vamos a cuidarnos. Esta vez, en serio.

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