The Behaviour of a Coward
I have many regrets, but some of these regrets from time to time come to haunt me. Breathing becomes difficult because they make a knot in my heart. This, is one of these moments; I went to a Marist catholic School in Santa Cruz de la Sierra, Bolivia. One day, one of the brightest students in my class was asked a direct question by our maths teacher, a Marist brother and principal of the school: ─Do you believe in God? ─No Right there and then, in front of everyone, the principal said that he will expel him from school if he does not change his answer. I am the sort of person that thinks things are real, even if they only exist in our minds and that we all have a different perception of reality. For example, yesterday, I had tea with three of my classmates, although we spent the afternoon together all there is left from this experience is in our minds or more so, in our memories. And the memory of yesterday's event is different for all of us. Just imagine that person A noticed that...