I went to a few elementary schools. Although I remember them all, one has a special presence in my mind and also my identity. School 16 Marcelino Ugarte in my maternal neighborhood in La Lucila. The public school in Argentina is an institution full of Creole culture. There I learned several hymns and patriotic songs, every day the national flag was raised by singing. In fourth grade we have the pride of swearing allegiance to the flag. The entire school gathers in the assembly hall, in this case there was a stage and two grand pianos. There, after making the patriotic recitations, we raise the flag making our oath in unison out loud. I think a Chinese student in my class didn't take the oath, although it makes sense, each to his own flag.