THE LAST DAY BEFORE THE END OF AN ERA
It was very nice at school back then; everybody minded their own business. I used to argue with fellows. Looking back, I know deep in my heart that all those arguments were not serious: as if siblings were teasing and making fun of each other. I was teaching Monsieur Brahim the correct pronunciation of Ukrainian words; we laughed a lot as I didn’t have a clue how to pronounce them correctly. There were absolutely no signs of tragedy in our minds. I remember every single detail of that…