My School Days. An essay By Pepe
I remember growing up in the DR. I was born during Trujillo's days and they used to call us "pollitos de Trujillo". Meaning that he owned our generation. Going to primary school was mandatory, and the word in the street was that if a child did not showed up for school, the police would come down nocking at your door. If I ever got sick, my father would have to come to school in person and explain the case. There was no excuse for been hungry. Breakfast was served to every child in school. It consisted of a cup of Tropico -a chocolate drink, and a cheese sandwich. The picture of El Jefe was in front of our notebooks and in the pencils, and every year we had to take part in a parade in his honor all the way across George Washinton Ave. I am not an advocate of the Trujillo regime, but the way things are going now, makes you look at the guy in a different way. My parents did make an effort to keep me in school after he was gone, they would have done their best even without him, but many other children got educated because of his disposition. Now... well, I don't see too many people caring.
It's snowing here. So is either type or shovel the driveway. Aaah.. I think I'll type.