The garbage can is full again. I drag it inside and empty it over the floor, adding to the foot of water already standing in the house. The bathtub and the sinks have been running nonstop for several ... [+]
Translated by Wendy Cross
Paul is one of the kids in my class. Paul always sits by himself at the back of the class. He has big green glasses, looks shy and has such a trembling voice that he sounds as if he's stumbling over every word. When I smile at him, he looks away. When a teacher asks him a question, he looks at his feet when he replies, even though he almost always knows the right answer. Paul looks a bit weird sometimes but there's nothing really wrong with him. I sometimes wonder why he's like that, always sad, almost invisible. Paul doesn't really have any friends. The others often torment him between less