A group of teachers of Journalism, former colleagues, invited me to attend to the presentation of the student’s projects for the end of the degree. I went early and took my time to have a quiet walk across the beautiful Campus before the event. It was a very pleasant morning. I remembered my years at the University, first as a student, and later as a teacher, and the time I spent in those wonderful gardens, talking, reading, or just enjoying the nature, to rest a little while studying for the final exams.
We all knew that when this flowers began to fall there was no time to spare to study for the final exams and get ready for the last projects of the academical year.
It’s a pleasure to walk from one building to another. I had great conversations when I was studying and working at the University here. Today, I remembered my friends from my youth and my father, who was a teacher. We used to walk and talk a lot over here.
There are new, modern, buildings. A lot of concrete and glass. But the same old trees are growing in the same places. Here is the old olive tree against a concrete wall of the Journalism School. (The building has a lot of light and windows it’s just the effect of the picture).
There are trees of every kind. And lots of birds. The sight and the sounds are beautiful.