De niña, a menudo me escondía detrás de las cortinas. Me sentaba en el suelo, abrazaba las piernas y apoyaba la cabeza en mis rodillas. No quería que me encontraran. El mundo exterior me abrumaba. Los gritos de mis padres, la mirada de los niños de la calle, la escuela, ese lugar inmenso y aterrador….
Category: Short stories / Cuentos cortos
7 Steps to Declutter Your Wordrobe
To Marie Kondo, a woman of few words This exercise will help you let go of words that no longer serve you, create space for new ones, and offer you a new wordrobe that best reflects your current self. A word of advice: the exercise is planned for three days, yet depending on the size of your wordrobe,…
I’ll explain when you’re old enough to understand
“We will witness the arrival of modernity,” my father said as we left the house.
Using words to make sense of experiences 