The World According to Lulú and Mafalda
They watched the sky turn pink. For the first time in a long time, Mafalda didn’t think about wars or soup. She just watched a red balloon float up, up, up—carrying a tiny message she’d written inside:
Mafalda looked up, puzzled. "Play? Don't you see? The world is on the brink of a nuclear catastrophe. The grown-ups are irresponsible, the soup is getting cold at home, and humanity is running out of common sense."
"Playing is not a foreign policy," Mafalda sighed.
The World According to Lulú and Mafalda
They watched the sky turn pink. For the first time in a long time, Mafalda didn’t think about wars or soup. She just watched a red balloon float up, up, up—carrying a tiny message she’d written inside: la pequeña lulu y mafalda
Mafalda looked up, puzzled. "Play? Don't you see? The world is on the brink of a nuclear catastrophe. The grown-ups are irresponsible, the soup is getting cold at home, and humanity is running out of common sense." The World According to Lulú and Mafalda They
"Playing is not a foreign policy," Mafalda sighed. " Mafalda sighed.