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part I

I was really mad at that woman. And at the whole organisation. Just thinking of a whole school year living in that place… And I know it may not make so much sense. I mean, the whole problem was only the cafeteria, and even there all the staff was so nice and tried to do their best but… Yes, the whole point was that all the sissy stuff that they were serving in that reduced space where we all could hardly fit was about cosy sandwiches and snacks and nothing really… serious, you know, what Spaniards like me think should be a full lunch. So I guess it was all the noise, all the people queuing around the waiters, all the waiting for so little, all about the looks and lively social politeness… and then I just lost control. I do not really know how it could happen to me, but I just lost my nerve and threw away all that I already had on my trey, up on top of a cabinet - well, one in a row of them lined on one of the walls… so clean, so bright… and then my mess on top of one of them.

But as embarrased as I could feel, I still had to keep my pride untouched in the middle of that self-full group. Weird feeling, that just made me angrier. So I told Rocío: you know what? Can’t stand this no more, I’m gonna talk to that lady. And so I did. I walked towards the bungalow where the owner-manager lady had retired after having shown us where our meals would take place. Trying to look self-confident and keeping myself angry, just left the group and went there. I knocked, I entered, and I told her that I thought it was unacceptable.

… to be continued… maybe.

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