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Drawing
comics was no longer satisfying.
I sat by the road that lead to the high school every
morning desperately seeking the girl with blue eyes
that I'd seen pass on her way to class. I saw her there,
always surrounded by friends and admirers. I observed
her from behind parked cars or other obstacles that
hid my dirty work clothes. I had no friends at the
high school. All my friends were like me; delinquents,
vandals I knew that a boy who drew well went to that
school. One day my boss asked me, "What are you doing
here, Nezir? Your spirit is elsewhere. You should go
back to school, whatever it takes". But I knew my
father and I could already hear the resounding, categorical
"No!".
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Even
at the worst moments of my existence, I never stopped drawing.
In the workshop, thousands of pieces of wood passed through
my hands before becoming doors, windows or armoires. I drew
everywhere in the name of the blue-eyed girl.
But
the idea of returning to school became an obsession!!!
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One day I collected all my drawings
in an immense binder and went knocking at the high school director's
office. He was a little skeptical, but let me plead my case. I
spoke of my family, my work and I showed him my drawings, sketches,
cartoons and I begged him to accept me as a student. He smiled,
saying, "But you're a minor, how can
I authorize your presence here without the ascent of your legal
guardians? I have no right to do so".
I already knew that, but I persisted and an hour later, he was
convinced of my desire to learn and offered to take the responsibility
of my enrollment in the establishment.
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