The cherry tree in the quad has blossomed pink over the last two days. Along with the faux-Wordsworth daffodils and rain-laden breeze, it feels like spring has come. Nearly, anyhow. It may launch itself upon us any day soon.
The day has been better than expected. Becca told me her tale of woe - apparently, the cinema thingit was
not good, and she had to walk to the station in pouring rain. She had an amusing encounter at lunchtime - a set of girls in the year below talking very loudly about "Tom Jones." Becca suspected... and she was right. Apparently they all fancy him. Becca is mystified. I don't blame her, really, but it's not a situation I will ever be in.
The afternoon passed without incident. I had what will henceforth be known as the History Lesson With Three Videos. Two of them were about the Arab-Israeli conflict, okay-ish, but the other one was the horrible one. It was about the Holocaust. Images from the Warsaw ghetto progressed into secret photgraphs taken at Auschwitz, and Jews being shot, falling into graves they had dug themselves, and children clinging to their mothers' hands as they were herded into the gas chambers. And then the signs - "Achtung Juden!" - and the golden stars of David, and finally Auschwitz as it is today - derelict and scarred by flames.
That video finished to complete silence in the room.
Oh, yes... this isn't much of an update, but Hannah left some
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