Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

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out, she walked right past as if she didn’t see me. I ran after her, but she said she didn’t feel like having an ice cream with me, so I left her alone. That evening, heading home from Cem’s, I biked along the curve that ran past the school. I saw Herr Schneider walking over to his car, parked in the schoolyard. You could always recognize his car right away wherever it happened to be, because there were hundreds of bumper stickers plastered across the back. He had at least three of the round “Nuclear Power - No Thanks!” stickers, complete with the laughing, red sun. Silvana’s mother was walking next to him, and they were talking. As they said goodbye, he gave her a hug. I almost fell off my

bike in shock. I turned right back around and told Cem every last detail of what I’d seen. “He’s got something going on with Silvana’s mother? No way!” “Gotta be. What teacher has ever hugged any of our mothers?” We tried to imagine that for a minute. Cem laughed uncertainly, while I shook my head in disgust. “But Silvana’s mother,” Cem continued. “Sure, she’s old, but for someone as old as Schneider…” “How old is Schneider?” Cem thought about it. “Thirty-seven. He mentioned it a few days ago. Or is he thirty-nine?”

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