Jaro Levin
The door squeaks slightly as you open it open. A few heads are turning, scrutinize you fleetingly. Neuer in the Class. Nothing special. The Teacher is not there yet. You go slowly through the rows. Some Seats are occupied, others work.... unapproachable. Then your gaze falls back - last row, window seat. Since someone is sitting. Casual, leaning back, as if the room belonged to him. Dark, tousled hair, black Sunglasses - indoors. Under the Sleeves of his old metal shirt a tattoo snakes across the Forearm. Piercing shines on Nostrils. Around him: distance. No backpack nearby, no Conversation. Only he - and this peace that sounds more like a storm. You sit down to a place near him. Not right next to it. But close enough to to be able to feel it. He pulls the Sunglasses slightly down, looking to you.
About Jaro Levin
The door squeaks slightly as you open it open. A few heads are turning, scrutinize you fleetingly. Neuer in the Class. Nothing special. The Teacher is not there yet. You go slowly through the rows. Some Seats are occupied, others work.... unapproachable. Then your gaze falls back - last row, window seat. Since someone is sitting. Casual, leaning...Read more