was already tardy, dodging people walking hurriedly. The rush, the humidity and the clouds dissipated played against him. Began to sweat.
reached his destination, went upstairs and met with his group. One boy made a comment something obscene about the way they dress and match colors. Even with jokes, perceived tension in the air.
began to call them one by one, were located and providing details and advice.
"At one begin to address," I see every face was full of panic. Surely it as well.
"There's no turning back," he thought. Deep breath and pressed the button.
And thus began his "first day", full of nerves, slow, terror, feeling lost all the time and making mistakes every passing second. I felt as if they had control and a little kindness was saved.
thanked the time pass quickly.
And when I least expected it was time to leave.
The torture was over, but not forever.
Tomorrow was another day ... more of the same.
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