What is she doing?
She is drawing, I believe. She draws all the time.
Look, Julia is not sick, she is just unique like all of us are. She thinks in pictures and she needs to draw to think, she will do her apprenticeship in a studio surrounded by other people who need to draw to think.
In minutes Julia reproduced an entire wall of the principal’s office, the paintings, the wood paneling, the working models of machines that allow people to navigate over or under the sea, every mechanism, every movement. An ancient statue of a boy and a girl, smiling. The boy embraced the girl as to protect her from anything that might happen. Julia drew with a pen on the notebook she always carried with her, in her purse.
Can I see, the principal asked Julia.
Not yet, I have not finished yet, said Julia, determined to complete the drawing.
When they left the room, as soon as they found themselves alone, Julia’s mother hugged her strongly without a word. Julia remained silent until they were at the ice cream stand. Pistachio, she said.
helobiae 
You must be logged in to post a comment.