Where Did You Study?

A HISTÓRIA

It's Monday, October 4th, seven in the morning, on the delivery ward of the Virgen Macarena hospital. For the next few weeks Sarah and Lucia work the morning shift there, and their classes have moved to the afternoon. At the midwives' desk Rosario is waiting, a small woman with grey hair cut very short, reading glasses on a cord and a stopwatch round her neck. She looks them up and down, asks where they studied and what they did in class last week, and takes them straight to room two, where a young mother has lost too much blood. An hour later, she says something she doesn't say often. This is the conversation you'll be able to say by the end of the lesson.