Chronic
Every week
Estelle-Sarah Bulle’s chronicle
When I’m surrounded by children I don’t know, for example in a waiting room or on a subway train, I can’t help but, if I was typing on my phone, hastily put the item away and take out the book that’s with me at the time. It seems silly, but I feel a responsibility towards children, all children: they need to see an adult immersed in a book from time to time. Because they see less and less of it.
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