The Matchstick House. Philip Charter

Sixteen little faces peer up at me. They sit cross-legged on the carpet, with mismatched red and blue uniforms. Only some of them have shoes.     "Good morning, children," I say in English.     Two of the boys are busy chattering in Nepali and don't reply. They hit children for less in my old school. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/6166     "I said good morning, everybody."     "Good morning teacher," they chant, half-heartedly. They are distracted because it is Saturday and tomorrow they…