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Memoirs of a teacher "subversive": "With perfume scents of lemons and oranges," Memoirs of a teacher

is the dawn of January 1, 2011.
already was in 2010.
left behind, became a memory more like so many memories that are piling up as the calendar pages end.
Fireworks have drawn the night with artificial stars and after the toast, custom or tradition to eat a piece of pan dulce
But, no fresh bread bought at the markets but the sweet bread prepared after the long walk to the yeast dough begins at the home of a neighbor or a coworker.

Then I remember.
remember the mass and the smell of yeast and ceremony almost secret of owning a portion of future happiness, which is foreshadowed when the yeast increased the size of the estate and opened in many panetones
A mass that went from family to family and grow over time gave way to " homemade panettone kneaded with love and a mysterious locked mystery of thinking that just made this sweet bread was to bring happiness and fruitfulness of the family who elaborated its mass
While at school I remember it was Barrio Lindo Liliana responsible for approaching the yeast dough, divided into portions for the manufacture of panetones then shared with our students.
was the school kitchen where meeting in which we gathered when turn to be free of charge to control the recesses of the patio and the entrance of the students could share a Matte between leisure and recreation.
And it was the school kitchen where you secrets and gave us problems in the daily work of our solution works were
Each of us contributed what he could.
grapes, candied fruits, dried fruits
and cans of sweet potato to the School Board sent to the picnic the kids, we, the teachers then we placed the piece of dough and we got the gift receipt that rejoiced the heart of each of the children in our charge.
And it was seeing the enjoyment of cooking in the oven

And it was the enjoyment of being the first to try it.
And it was the enjoyment of the scent of lemon oil and orange hanging around the classroom and the schoolyard.
And it was the enjoyment of knowing that our students were happy with these trifles, these displays of love to reach the end of the school they lavished their teachers.
Time has passed and eventually became attached to these habits my habits a little each day to give me to help with the divine experience of delivering the soul, the heart. feeling through the chalk, the board and those panetones scented lemon essences and oranges.
more like a memory leak so many memories that if you happen to close the calendar and the sky explode in someone colored stars on a portion of "panettone" to start the new year with all the luck and all the happiness you always hope the beginning of another journey that starts.

Ever onward to victory