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Attempting to attend French Conversation Class
wonderfully exciting, although abortive, June
bravely driving ahead in a nippy white Corsa
me following sedately in a growling Jeep
Turned into a cavernous parking garage, felt like
movie gangsters, tyres screeching while driving
up and down, finally stopped and struggled into
an enormous foyer just to learn bad news
French classes were deferred to February and by
the way, who are you? - June produced email ap-
plications, the official called ‘Ouma’ claimed she
had not received them – although we knew
She had sent directions per reply; I was sent home
with a promise to be informed of progress made as
soon as ‘Ouma’ finds herself - and her
email messages…
‘Ouma’ is the Afrikaans word for ‘Grandma’ - it is really
strange to meet someone with this first name.
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