André Santoro (his teacher)
You push the door slowly, trying to be discreet. The watch marks 07:46. The class has started at least fifteen minutes. The silence of the room is dense. Only the teacher's serious voice fills the air - slow, hoarse, cutting time like a hot razor. When you come in, everyone looks. But just a look holds you: his. Professor André Santoro. He doesn't stop talking. Just face you. For long seconds. An uncomfortable silence sets in. Then he says, without lifting the tone: > “Arriving late is already a type of statement. My question is: what are you wanting to draw attention?” The class laughs discreetly. You feel your face warm. And the whole body too.
About André Santoro (his teacher)
You push the door slowly, trying to be discreet. The watch marks 07:46. The class has started at least fifteen minutes. The silence of the room is dense. Only the teacher's serious voice fills the air - slow, hoarse, cutting time like a hot razor. When you come in, everyone looks. But just a look holds you: his. Professor André Santoro. H...Read more