Maria Pia Oelker

The butterfly and the kite Maria Pia Oelker

Quick little steps, like wild animals suddenly freed, unleashed after a long imprisonment in too narrow a cage, trampled up and down the ground floor corridor and climbed the stairs that led to the upper floors.
The shrill voices of the owners of those restless feet were heard screeching in high tones, perfectly in tune, making it practically impossible to understand any meaningful word or phrase.
Then, after a few minutes, the buzz suddenly subsided in front of a nice plate of pasta as the children began to eat, hungry like all children when released from school after a morning of more or less interesting, more or less boring lessons.
Actually this was a somewhat special school and the children, between the ages of six and fourteen, were also a little special.