Once upon a time there was a place called BSA, a place where many of my colleagues had already been. Every year they told me how wonderful everything was there and how special was everyone they met. The majority of my friends said that a different language was spoken, Spanish. Many times they didn’t understood the words that were used, but the smiles drawn on their faces were beyond all the senses.

This year, I have been there and it has been much better than what I expected.

There were children everywhere with pink and blue aprons, yellow jumpers and navy blue sweaters. They all hold in their hand something that made sound, something that people say can change your life.

I have seen how they laughed, they pointed and they reached us; I had many hands touching my back, small fingers flicking my pages and their small eyes following my lines.

But among all the students, just one decided to never put me back in the place, making myself happy and giving me a new home in a cosy shelve.

Signed: A Book

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