When i arrived at the school of Gorëme; i watch the children
who play in the courtyard covered with snow.
The basket ball court became a ground of ball prisoner,
what i would say a ground of snowballs
Suddenly, the notes of " Elise letter " have effects in the village
and each child with the same clothes gets on line to go in the class.
This time, the pupils from Tuncan class (6 years) haven't the time
to open the exercise books because: Ali, the assistant manager
come in this class and the pupils stand up to greet him.
He presents me and Sali , a jeweller who has inhabited in Paris
a few years ago. He helps me to speak and traduct with the pupils
The next hour, we meet 2 classes in the same ; there are more fifty
children who are 11 or 12. Some pupils aren't sitting confortably but
the silence is total.
We could year a fly in the air.
A story and a few songs collected, a woman teacher become a
orchestra chief and leader, then all the children are singing with the
arms crossed .
At the end of the song, They get high arms and hand in hand.
It was tuesday february 12th : one collect in Cappadoce.