Lisandra Pérez Guillén: I am a teacher, I think, since I was born

Facebook Twitter WhatsApp Assembling the first-grade classroom of Francisco de Arango y Parreño school, at kilometer seven of the road to Viñales, staying there in silence from the slit of a window relieves worries about the future. Through the guidance of a clear and tender voice, smiling children write for the first time mom, Cuba, love, friends; they calculate how to share candy and describe the tocororo, the flag, the butterfly flower; while…

To join the first-degree classroom of the Francisco de Arango y Parreño school, at kilometer seven of the road to Viñales, in Pinar del Río; to remain there in silence from the crack of a window, relieves worries about the future.

Assembling the first-grade classroom of the Francisco de Arango y Parreño school, at kilometer seven of the road to Viñales, in Pinar del Río; remaining there in silence from the slit of a window, relieves worries about the future. Through the guidance of a clear and tender voice, smiling children write for the first time mom, Cuba, love, friends; they calculate how to share candy and describe the tocororo, the flag, the flower of the butterfly;…