"So, children, that’s going to be our project
for the next ‘evaluación.’ To see if we can make our dreams come true," Miss Tita said to her pupils, a bunch
of excited six-year old children.
A loud murmur followed the teacher’s words, as
all the kids talked to each other animatedly, commenting on the celebrities they intended to write.
"I’ll write Miguel Bosé!" said a brown-haired
little girl, with her long dark hair in a pony-tail. Her already pink face flushed even more at the mere thought. "He’s
sooooo dreamy. I can’t stop looking at my sister’s poster of him in her room."
"I’ll write Santillana. He’s the best football
player in the world," replied the boy sitting beside her, immediately taking out a sheet of paper from his portfolio and picking
up his pencil, trying to think of the right words to write.
Little by little, the classroom quieted, as all the
children got down to work on a very personal task: write a letter to their own personal heroes.
Sitting at one of those tables, a small brown-haired
and brown-eyed little girl silently took out a sheet of paper from her portfolio. None of her deskmates had bothered to ask
what her dream was, whom did she intend to write. None of them cared.
Sandra was the typical loner, the misfit, the freak
of the class. She didn’t know why. She considered herself a normal kid... until she started going to school. She had
problems relating with her classmates almost from the beginning. She didn’t understand the reason, she got along very
well with her cousins when they got together during the summer. Since she was an only child, school was the perfect place
for interacting with other children, and she had been elated the first few days she had been there, despite the fact that
it had been really traumatic for her to part from her parents’ protective and safe influence. But she resolved to make
the most of it, making lots of friends, playing with them and sharing everything she had.
Soon enough, her classmates began treating her differently.
They teased her mercilessly about everything. From her looks (?) to her name. (María Sandra was a weird name but María Sonia
wasn’t?) Everything she said was wrong; she didn’t know anything. She had nothing worth saying and sharing with
them. She was clumsy. She was weird.
As time went by, things got worse. They took her eraser
or her pencil and didn’t give them back. They laughed at her for being so silly. They treated her as if she was vermin
and they mocked her when her features showed how deeply she was hurting.
Sandra only wanted to fit in and make friends, but she
understood crystal clear that she would never fit in and she would never have any friends.
Eventually, Sandra learned to be by herself most of
the time, to keep her feelings to herself and not trust her dreams or her secrets with anyone. She was a good student, although
Math gave her a hard time. She had quite good grades, and a very lonely and broken heart.
The first year was a nightmare for her, and this second
year, her first grade year, was only part two of that nightmare. She continued to look weird and act weird in her classmates’
eyes. She was shunned and mocked by most of them.
It was springtime already and only three months remained
for the summer holidays. Three months for this second nine months long’ nightmare to end.
Sandra picked up her pencil, already knowing whom she
wanted to write. They had been her only comfort during her worst times at school. Just thinking about them made her feel warm
and comforted. She thought about them several times a day, since she was alone with her thoughts most of the time.
Pursing her lips in concentration, the little girl began
writing. But all of a sudden, she realized she couldn’t write in Spanish. She had to write her letter in English. Her
heart sank. She was only six years old and she had only started learning the English language last year! How could she possibly...?
A dictionary! She needed a dictionary! She would ask her parents to buy her a dictionary and then she would write a letter
to her heroes. To the only two people in the world who accompanied her in her loneliness when nobody else seemed to care.
Right then, the bell rang.
"Okay, children," Miss Tita said, clapping her hands
a couple times. "I want you to have your letters ready this Friday. We’ll post them then. Your heroes will have about
six weeks to answer them. We have to settle a deadline." She stood up and checked the big calendar beside the blackboard.
"What do you say to... uhm... May, 15? It’s Friday, so I think it’ll be perfect. Those of you who receive an answer
will have the chance to read your letters in front of your classmates, if you want."
An excited prattle followed the smiling teacher out
of the class, as the children put away their stuff, picked up their backpacks and coats and left after her. Classes were over
for the day.
Little Sandra asked her parents for a Spanish/English-English/Spanish
dictionary to complete her homework, which they got her the next day. Once alone in her room, the little girl soon realized
her level of English was extremely rudimentary and that she would have to keep her letter very simple. Many of the things
she wanted to say would have to be left out. She sighed as tears filled her eyes. How could she convey all the things she...?
Would they understand how important this was to her? Would they care for a little girl, lost in a country thousands of kilometres
away from their world?
Wiping away her tears and looking up practically every
single word she scrawled in her clumsy first-grader handwriting, Sandra emptied her misfit and lonely heart in the letter.
Dear David and Dear Paul,
My name is Sandra de la Cruz and I live in Madrid, Spain.
I am six years old and my teacher has told me and my classmates to write a letter to our personal heroes. And you are my heroes.
I am lonely, my classmates don’t like me and I
dream about you when I feel sad in school. I want to have a friend like Starsky and Hutch are friends the one for the other.
I would not be lonely then because I would have a friend who would defend me.
I would be very happy if you answered my letter. Please,
forgive my bad English. I hope you understand me.
Thank you. I love you very much.
Sincerely,
Sandra de la Cruz.
It took Sandra two days to write the letter, but finally,
it was completed. She asked her parents to buy her an envelope and a stamp for the United States. Her parents looked at each
other with a funny smile and after messing her short brown hair, Sandra’s father went down to buy them.
That evening, Sandra wrote her address on the back of
the envelope.
Sandra de la Cruz
C/General Ricardos, N. 196 dpdo, 1. A
Madrid - 25 (ESPAÑA)
It was then that it dawned on her she didn’t know
where to send the letter. She had no address for David and Paul! Where could she reach them? Her chest ached in despair and
anguish. That ‘little detail’ was going to ruin her dream. She burst out crying in sheer helplessness. She already
knew that her chances of ever receiving an answer were practically zero, but this turned that ‘practically’ into
‘certainty’.
At dinner time, Sandra’s mother asked her why
her eyes were so reddened and she looked down and said ‘it’s nothing.’
Sandra’s parents looked at each other knowingly.
They knew that their daughter was very unhappy at school and although they did their very best to show her how much they loved
her the few hours they had together on weekdays, they knew only too well that they couldn’t help their child when things
got difficult at school. She was alone then. Children’s capacity for cruelty toward those weaker and trusting would
never cease to amaze them.
When she put her to bed, Sandra’s mother kissed
her forehead and told her to keep the faith because one day, she would get her reward for being such a good and sweet little
girl. Then, she tickled her for a little while, as she did every night.
But when her mother left, Sandra’s eyes got the
infinitely sad look that had been a part of her for more than a year now. She turned onto her side and grabbed her pillow,
biting her lips and doing her best not to cry herself to sleep, again.
Something inside her snapped then. NO! She couldn’t
give up! She had to try, even if she knew
there would be no answer!
Getting out of bed, she turned on her bedside lamp.
She hurried to her backpack and opened it, taking out the letter. She looked at it for a few moments, thinking hard. Finally,
she picked up a pencil and wrote:
David Soul and Paul Michael Glaser
Starsky and Hutch
Hollywood – California
USA
When she finished writing, she let out the air she didn’t
know she had been holding. She stared at the envelope for a little while and nodded to herself. It was the best she could
do. She licked the back of the stamp and stuck it. Then, reverently, put the letter back in her backpack and quickly got back
in bed. In the loud silence of her bedroom, she realized she had been chanting all the time. Squeezing her eyes shut, she
fell asleep still chanting the word like a mantra.
"Please, please, please, please, please, please..."
she prayed, as a wishful tear rolled down her face.
The morning after, along with her classmates, she followed
her teacher to the mailbox just outside school and posted her letter with a last and hopeful ‘Please’.
Weeks passed and nothing happened. Then, one fine day,
Raúl, the tall and skinny boy who sat close to Sandra’s desk arrived from home jumping and crying out with excitement.
Santillana, the football player, had answered his letter! He had sent him an autographed picture that read: "Best wishes,
Raúl. Santillana."
Sandra was very happy for Raúl. He was one of the few
who didn’t ignore her. At least, not too much. She was also a Real Madrid fan, so this was a very exciting moment for
her too, in a convoluted way.
Raúl was the first. Little by little, letters were answered.
Football and basket players, a couple singers and even a young actor answered the children’s letters. Sandra found herself
actually happy for all her classmates, despite the way some of them treated her.
Out of all her 32 classmates, about a dozen were answered
during the month.
One afternoon, when only 10 days remained for the deadline
to arrive, her deskmates started talking about the celebrities they had written. Out of the blue, Sonia turned to Sandra and
asked her whom she had written.
Blinking in astonishment at having actually been asked,
Sandra replied she had written Starsky and Hutch.
"You wrote them?" Sonia asked. "Funny that. I asked
everybody and no one thought of writing non-Spanish people. I never thought of it. I’d have written Mark Hamill. He’s
so cute!" She looked at Sandra, obviously irritated that she hadn’t thought of it and her unremarkable deskmate had.
"You wrote them at the studio in Los Angeles?"
Looking down in embarrassment, Sandra explained that
she didn’t have their address, so she had simply sent the letter to Hollywood, California.
Her deskmates looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"You wrote them not having their full address?" Sonia
guffawed. "Not even a Zip code?"
Sandra shook her head.
"Oh, my. This is too much! It’d be a first that
you did something clever. Jeeez, you can’t get sillier than that!" Sonia looked at Sandra with a mocking face. "And
you still expect them to answer?"
"I-I... I hop-hoped..." Sandra stuttered.
"Oh, shut up," Sonia waved her hand, dismissing her
deskmate completely.
"They’ll return to sender any day now; assuming
that you wrote your own address right," a blonde girl named Ana said, joining in the taunts. "Just don’t use the cancelled
stamp on your next letter!"
"I bet she would!" Sonia burst out laughing again, triggering
her deskmates’ laughter, too. "Good one, Ana! How can anyone be so stupid?"
More than used to this by now, Sandra shut out her surroundings
and withdrew into herself, to the bright and loving place inside her heart where everything was possible and where every dream
came true. One blond-haired man and one dark-haired man filled that place, and she smiled dreamily, thinking about those two
men’s friendship. A friendship so strong and all-encompassing that it healed everything. Nothing could touch them as
long as they had each other. Those two men had what she would never know.
More days passed and it was May, 14th. Thursday.
Sandra woke up that morning and went to school, as usual. She still hadn’t gotten back her letter, but it didn’t
matter to her anymore. She had lost all hope weeks ago. She only prayed for the weekend to arrive as quickly as possible,
because that would mean that this humiliating week would be finally over.
Gratefully, the day passed more or less uneventfully,
but when she returned home that evening, she noticed her parents looking at her in a strange way. They looked at her and smiled
meaningfully, as if they knew something she didn’t. She hated it when people did that. She had enough of those stares
at school and they hurt like daggers.
That night, her mother put her to sleep and after kissing
her brow, she told her that sometimes, dreams did come true, that miracles did happen once in a while. She wished her sweet
dreams and told her that she would never forget the weekend ahead.
Sandra thought that her parents had some sort of surprise
in store for her and she begged her mom to tell her what it was. She shushed her and told her she would have to be patient.
This upcoming weekend would be one of the happiest of her life.
With such a lovely promise in the horizon, Sandra closed
her eyes and fell asleep, praying for the Friday to pass as fast as possible.
May, 15th dawned sunny and bright. Sandra
got out of bed, washed up and donned her school uniform. She had her usual quick breakfast and her parents took her to the
bus that would take her to school.
The morning classes were as boring and endless as usual
for a Friday, and when they were over, she took her light coat and joined some of her schoolmates at the gates, waiting for
the bus that would take them home for lunch. Since Sandra’s home was too far away from school, she had lunch at her
grandparents’, that was closer.
She soon noticed that there was something strange about
her grandmother, too. It wasn’t anything she said and did. But there was something in the way she looked at her, something
in her behaviour that wasn’t quite there.
Shrugging it off and praying more than ever for this
weird day to end, she returned to school for her evening classes. The first class was a bit of a blur, because it had been
obvious all day that the fourteen kids who had received an answer to their letters couldn’t wait for the last hour to
arrive and share their happiness, reading the letters they had received out loud.
Around 4:30 PM, Ms. Tita stood up and walked to the
centre of the classroom with a wide smile on her face. She cast a furtive look on Sandra’s direction, but next, she
encompassed the entire class with her eyes.
"Well, children! I think that some one you have been
receiving letters lately."
An excited giggling answered her words.
"I think it’s time for those of you to walk up
here and share those letters with your classmates who haven’t been so lucky."
For the next 30 minutes, child after child, trembling
with joy and anticipation, read out loud the letters they had received from their idols. Most of them were brief, but some
were actually really affectionate, being obvious that those celebrities knew they were corresponding with very young children.
Sandra was smiling at the tremor in Raúl’s voice
when it was his turn to read his letter, and she gave a jump when Sonia nudged her arm with her elbow.
"I think I can hear the Torino’s siren," she teased,
triggering her deskmates’ giggles.
Feeling as if she had been kicked in her stomach, Sandra’s
eyes immediately filled with tears and she wrapped her arms around herself, in a futile attempt to find comfort from her deskmates’
cruelty. She knew that showing weakness in this manner only made things worse, since it showed her mates they still had the
power to hurt her. But she couldn’t help it. These past few weeks had been the worst of her life. As simple as that.
And she was about to break down. She bit her lips and told herself to hold on, that this week’s classes would be over
very soon and then she’d be out of this ugly place. She would run to her parents’ arms and cry to her heart’s
content there.
Just then, there was a big commotion in the class next
door. Screams filtered through the wall, making Raúl stop his reading and all the other children look at the closed door that
separated them from the other class.
It took quite a while for the racket to subside, but
when it did, sort of, Ms. Tita, who had stood up with a big grin on her face, encouraged Raúl to finish reading his letter.
When he did, she kindly told him to return to his seat, which he did, followed by his classmates’ heartfelt applause.
With a smile and another quick look at Sandra’s
direction, Ms. Tita addressed her class again.
"Now, children. If you’ll excuse me for a minute,
there’s something I have to arrange next door. You wait for me here, and behave yourselves. There’s a huge surprise
waiting for one of you. Someone who was brave enough to reach for her dream, even if she knew it was practically impossible
to come true. I can’t tell you how happy I am that it did. And how!"
And with that, she opened the door connecting with the
other class and closed it quickly behind her, before anyone could see what was happening on the other side.
All children looked at each other and began talking
among themselves, wondering what could possibly be going on only a few metres away.
Sandra had withdrawn into herself completely. She was
praying for everything to be over soon. She didn’t dare to look up and face her mocking deskmates’ expressions.
She picked up her pencil and began scribbling absently on a folded paper, lost once again in her inner world of warmth and
comfort. Strangely, it didn’t seem to work this time. There was an empty hole inside her that suddenly refused to be
filled. Her eyesight became blurry. She blinked a couple times and two teardrops fell on the sheet of paper she was writing
on. She sniffled and wiped her tears away angrily.
Nothing would ever change for her. Nothing special would
ever happen to her. She was uninteresting, plain and stupid. It was sad beyond belief to know, at the tender age of six, what
she could expect from life and people from now on and for the rest of her life.
She wanted to disappear into nowhere. She was invisible
to her classmates’ eyes most of the time, and the only times they acknowledged her were to mock her and mistreat her.
What could she possibly expect from the rest of the world?
She was so lost in her misery that she failed to notice
when the adjoining door opened anew and Ms. Tita entered again, followed by someone.
The entire classroom burst into a fit of screaming and
yelling that shook Sandra out of her pitiful reverie.
The little girl looked up in time to see two men walking
in; one blond and slender, followed closely by a darker, curly-haired and slightly shorter man.
Sandra’s heart recognized them one second before
her brain did. She jumped in her seat and covered her mouth with both hands, petrified at the sight she was beholding. Her
eyes filled with tears again, but this time they were happy tears. She had heard very often the expression "to cry with happiness"
and today, for the first time in her life, she understood what it meant. She understood the feeling right down to her quivering
soul.
The two men stopped at the head of the class and turned,
facing the ecstatic children, who inexplicably seemed glued to their seats. None of them seemed to think of standing up and
rushing forward to them. Both of them smiled fondly, very pleased with the happiness they had brought to all those children.
Ms. Tita was standing beside the tall blond, moving
her hands, trying to quiet the wild pandemonium.
"Children, children!! Easy now. Easy!!"
Sandra wasn’t clapping nor jumping about in her
chair. She was frozen in her seat, hands still closed over her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks, not believing what
she was seeing. It was one thing to see those two men on TV, and quite another to see them standing in her classroom, bigger-than-life,
smiling warmly and even laughing a little at the children’s adorably spontaneous outburst.
Everything seemed surreal all of a sudden. It was as
if she had crossed into another dimension. She seemed disconnected from this place, detached, as if looking at the scene from
somewhere else. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably and her breathing got ragged and unsteady.
Somehow, there was a semblance of silence in the class
and Ms. Tita took the opportunity.
"Now, children. One of you had this wish of meeting
her heroes Starsky and Hutch. She followed her heart and reached for that dream, even knowing that it was almost impossible
for it to come true. But sometimes, miracles happen. This is the living proof of that," she said, smiling at the two men beside
her. "I can’t tell you how happy I am that she, she precisely, got her dream." She looked at the two men meaningfully,
conveying it was their turn now.
The blond man looked at his curly-haired friend, who
made a gesture with his hand, indicating he should proceed first. Clearing his throat, he spoke in a deep, warm voice. And
in Spanish.
"Paul and I are here today because one of you sent us
a letter a few weeks ago. We’re here because we wanted to meet her and tell her in person how happy we are to make her
wish come true." His blue eyes searched the classroom until they settled on Sandra, several feet away from them. His smile
widened and he reached out. "Sandra, will you come over here, please?" he asked.
Sandra’s heart seemed to beat right out of her
chest. She swallowed convulsively and, not knowing how, she found herself on her feet and walking towards them. She was convinced
she would trip and fall flat on her face, provoking her classmates’ hilarity, as usual. But those kind blue eyes seemed
to be holding her safe and secure, until she was in front of them, looking up at those two giants, shaking, her hands deep
into her smock’s pockets.
The two men immediately squatted down to her eyes’
level. They were both in jeans and shirts. David’s was navy blue and Paul’s was checked, with its long-sleeves
rolled up.
"Hola, Sandra," David said, smiling tenderly. "I’m
David." He pointed at his partner with his thumb. "And this is my friend Paul."
Somehow, Sandra found her voice.
"Hola, David," she whispered in a thin voice. She looked
at the dark-haired man, blushing to the roots of her hair. "Hola, Paul," she choked on her words.
"We received your letter. We don’t know how, but
we did," David went on in a pleasantly-accented and quite fluent Spanish. "And we decided to come here and meet you personally.
We wanted to thank you for writing, and tell you that you don’t have to be lonely anymore, because Paul and I will always
be your friends."
Sandra was blinking time and again, as if she couldn’t
believe what she was seeing. This couldn’t be real! This couldn’t be happening! Not to her! She had to be deep
into one of her daydreams and she couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t anymore.
"Yes, we’re real," David said, as if he had read
her thoughts. He reached out his hand again. "Pleased to meet you."
Sandra’s arm reached out of its own volition and
she found her tiny hand shaken politely by David first, and then by Paul, who treated her to one of those incredible toothy
grins that made the child’s heart sing.
"Mucho gusto, señorita," he said, with a heavier English
accent that left pretty clear he didn’t speak Spanish, which explained why David was doing all the talking.
When Paul released her hand, Sandra looked down at it
as if seeing it for the very first time. Her skin still tingled from their warm and friendly touch.
"Gracias," she whispered, almost inaudibly.
"Excuse me?" David asked, inching forward.
The floodgates opened inside Sandra’s heart at
last, and the tears rolled freely down her face once more.
"T-Thank you for coming. Everybody was telling me that
I was a fool for hoping. T-that I was a fool for the way I did it. They laughed at me and I wanted to die, because I knew
they were right. I’m a fool. But I was lonely and I needed to write. I needed you so much!" she was babbling and she
knew it, but still she couldn’t stop. She could feel her classmates’ eyes on her back like fire and she shrunk
from them, edging instinctively closer to the two men. "S-so, thank you for coming. Thank you so very much!" She burst out
crying and sought comfort in the person closest to her. She buried her face in the crook of David’s neck, trying to
disappear there from her classmates’ prying stares.
David held her close and stood up with the little girl
in his arms, trying to soothe her desperate, heartbreaking crying.
"Shhhh, it’s okay. Everything’s okay. Don’t
cry, little one. Shhhh. Now, the three of us will leave here and we’ll have a wonderful weekend together. What do you
say?" He cast a quick look at Paul, who promptly nodded, grinning widely.
"Really?" Sandra asked, raising her head from David’s
shoulder and looking alternately from one man to the other. "Are we going to spend the whole weekend together?" She wiped
her tears away clumsily with her fist.
"All of it, promise," David smiled.
Unable to resist those two shining smiles, Sandra smiled
back at them. Paul reached out and wiped the remaining tears away from her face with his thumb.
Ms. Tita drew David’s attention then. She wanted
to tell him something, so David passed Sandra on to his friend’s arms. The child clung to Paul’s neck, grabbing
the collar of his shirt in her small hands. She craved the warmth and security of those men’s arms. Nothing bad could
happen to her there. But still, she couldn’t bring herself to look down at her classmates’ faces. She didn’t
want to know the way they were looking at her now. Instead of feeling stronger, she only wanted to cuddle up to them and disappear.
Then, David turned to Paul and told him something in
English about them ‘signing’ something. Paul agreed and David turned to the little girl, speaking in Spanish now.
"Sandra, your teacher asked us to sign some autographs
for your classmates. Would you mind waiting a little bit?" David asked her, caressing her cheek with a finger.
The child looked at her heroes and braved a smile.
"No, I don’t mind," she replied in a shaky voice,
looking around her in a very expressive way.
They immediately understood her fear.
"It’ll be okay. You’re with us and nothing
bad’s going to happen to you," David reassured her.
Drawing strength from their exhilarating and supportive
presence, Sandra looked at them again and nodded emphatically once, feeling stronger now.
Paul smiled proudly at her and kissed her cheek, putting
her softly down on the floor. He messed her short brown hair in a fatherly fashion that amazingly, filled her heart with more
courage than she thought possible.
For the next fifteen minutes, David and Paul signed
dozens of school notebooks and even a few pictures that a couple boys had in their portfolios, while Sandra watched them from
behind, lost in her own dreamworld, that for once was completely in sync with the real world. They were funny and friendly
and a delight to behold. The way they leaned toward each other and exchanged short, clipped sentences made her feel that they
had their own code, their own private world as well. They occasionally elbowed each other and laughed like two boys. She could
see Starsky and Hutch in them, and she understood that was the reason behind the magic of the series. The reality between
them was just as beautiful, that was why she could see it on the screen.
She almost envied them for what they had; but after
today, she could almost believe that one day, she would also find that one special friend who would fill her life like Starsky
and Hutch filled each other’s lives.
Sandra only had eyes for them, and she forgot completely
about the looks she could be getting from the other children. She was smiling from ear to ear, just looking at them, filling
her every sense with their living presence so close by.
She was so absorbed watching their every movement and
gesture, that she gave a start when David’s lovely voice shook her out of her reverie.
"Pick up your stuff, little lady," he said cheerfully.
"We’re leaving."
Sandra looked at Paul then, who gave her a playful wink.
With a squeal of joy, the little girl hurried to her
desk and put away her ruler, eraser, pencil and all her stuff, putting it in her backback and closing it. Next, she took off
her smock and hung it from a hook on the wall, picking up her light spring coat.
Someone tapped her gently on the shoulder and she turned
about. Paul was right behind her, smiling and pointing at her coat. Not knowing what he wanted, Sandra gave him her coat.
Paul took it and held it for her.
"Señorita," he gallantly said, with a bow.
Blushing again, the little girl slipped into her coat
with a muttered ‘thank you’ in English, and reached for her backpack.
David was faster and grabbed it first. He squatted down
beside her again. Paul did the same.
"Are you ready?" David asked.
Sandra nodded, looking at them, absolutely mesmerized.
She had never seen anything so beautiful. Those two men were gorgeous, each in his own special way. She loved their eyes.
They were her favourite colour. Blue!
David tapped his cheek then, shamelessly asking for
a kiss.
With a giggle, she complied, kissing him softly. He
smelled nice. When she moved back, she instinctively looked at Paul, who was pouting like a lost puppy, pointing at his own
cheek with a finger. Giggling again, she kissed the curly-haired man, who smelled good too, blushing like a beetroot now.
The two men sighed at the same time, and the three of
them burst out laughing.
When the laughter subsided, David and Paul stood up
and reached out a hand to her.
Feeling her heart singing inside her chest with more
happiness than it could contain, Sandra took their proffered hands and followed them out of the classroom. The happiest weekend
of the little loner’s young life was about to begin.
THE END.