Disappeared
Day after day, on the way to school, the message is less and less readable.
The sheets that were glued yesterday are now flying and soon the last ones will leave, leaving behind the grey and empty wall of the high school.
Whether under the action of the wind, rain, sun or unknown hands, they disappear one after the other, like the women they speak of, suppressed and soon forgotten from the collective memory.
Tomorrow, here or elsewhere, these messages will reappear with glue and solidarity, sheets and letters, painting and emotions. To remember the missing, the ones who won’t come back. To ensure that others do not join them.