Although I wasn’t feeling well, somehow I managed to get onto the tram to work. Rather foolishly, I’d cooked some food the previous night with an old sauce which had gone off. Now I was paying the price. I’d seen there was a little mould on top of the carrots I was eating yet this Australian attitude came across me:
“She’ll be right.”
So I kept on eating. I should have known that something was up when I felt a little dizzy. On the tram I felt faint. Things got worse when the tram was re-routed about 5 minutes’ walk from the school. Damn.
As I was getting off, a girl came up to me.
“Do you remember me?”
I thought it was Pavla, a student of mine, joking about her absence the week before.
“Sorry, not feeling well. I may have to cancel today’s lesson.”
“But..you taught me 5 or so years ago. Don’t you remember?” Now I was delirious. But I did remember, slowly. It wasn’t Pavla.
Looking a little perplexed, Aneta pointed in the direction of the school. Then she smiled and walked away.
