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Friday afternoon. In the city I stayed last year we met with a friend who had months to see her. In the little shop where we went for a hot drink, it seemed to me that it was not a day since I left. Faces known, the environment itself, full of memories. The conversation lively brings to life scenes of the past.

At one point, the door opens and pops up two black girls with hairlessly caught hair, holding flowers in their hands. Immediately, my mind goes to last year’s class in that village, which – due to its peculiarity – few permanent teachers want to serve and few substitutes choose to find themselves. A smile is on my lips as I look at my last year’s student, my gypsy with expressive smiling eyes.

She goes from table to table, trying to sell the bouquets with the flowers she holds in her hands. Others unrecognizable and others saying “we do not want” try to remove the two brunette little girls. I watch the scene, which is played in front of me speechless, not wanting to put the little one in trouble. At the moment they are about to leave, something wonderful happened that I could not even imagine! My gaze crosses with the look of my schoolgirl! Immediately, she runs to me, leaves the flowers on the next table and falls into my arms crying “Lady!” After spending a few seconds holding my little girl in my hands, our eyes meet again. Then she turns to the next table, gets a bouquet of flowers and says, “Madam, that’s for you. I give it to you! “And with a kiss she said goodbye to me.

The words are superfluous, as my heart is flooded with the most wonderful feelings! Keeping my flowers in my hands, this thank-you gift, as a film, passes in front of me joyful but difficult moments of school life …

Indeed, how many feelings, intense and contradictory, are experienced by a teacher in one year, one day, even one hour! Joy, anxiety, success, sadness, excitement and frustration are just some of the feelings that alternate daily in a classroom. And you are every day there, in your own camp, to give your own battle, to give the opportunity to learn all children without exception. Many times you feel the sky and others again sit in the seat with your head bent: Will they be improved as pupils and above all as people? Will you understand that you gave them the best you could and especially your love? And the years go by and the schools and students that you change every year …

The amazing fact is, however, that in this difficult but also beautiful course there are unexpected events that come as a response of heaven to anguish … in your prayer …

Some little pupils, like my gypsy, in any way secretly and unexpectedly, say to you: “Yes, it is worth fighting and spreading your love without discrimination, to throw a few drops of coolness into our lives! It’s worth it, because the seed you’re throwing now, will once grow and take out beautiful flowers! Trust it and do not stop fighting! ”