You Can't See Them

A HISTÓRIA

It's Palm Sunday, April 9th, five in the afternoon, in a narrow street in the centre of Seville. The pavements are packed. Children are holding palm leaves and collecting candle wax in balls. Julian is wearing his new socks and carrying a folding stool for Encarna. A band is playing somewhere behind the corner. Then, very slowly, a float covered in flowers, with a statue of Jesus on a donkey, comes round the corner, swaying, as if it were walking by itself. Ten minutes later it stops right in front of them, and one of the men underneath comes out for air. This is the conversation you'll be able to say by the end of the lesson.