> A passage in this book by a second grader in Buenos Aires, Argentina, reads: “Mr. Brown, owner of the building, gave us a wonderful present. Eighty sprouts of

> A passage in this book by a second grader in Buenos Aires, Argentina, reads: “Mr. Brown, owner of the building, gave us a wonderful present. Eighty sprouts of trees. Our teachers explain to us how we must plant them. Let’s get to work! In a few years we will walk in the shadow of beautiful paradises. But—I say to my mother—when these trees are grown, I will not be in school anymore. That is indeed true—said my mother—but it is also nice to sow things so that others can enjoy them.” I don't know if children still believe in creating paradises. Maybe things were just as bad then and all children imagine such things. Maybe this child is merely sheltered. But so confidently looking forward to the future like this; it breaks my heart a little bit.