The drizzle was slowly but surely soaking her and making navigating a bicycle over the granites cobble stones like round children's skulls, of the small streets of the old Dutch university town, a dangerous affair. One too rash move would have her sliding. Nevertheless, Lucia almost willed her bicycle forward and peddled as fast as she could.
Exactly today when the Carthage exhibition in the archaeological museum would be officially opened by professor Selim Hassan and the ambassador of Tunisia, one of the mothers of her third graders URGENTLY had to talk to her.
Yes of course it could not wait. And no it had not helped that she had mentioned several times she really needed to go. The woman had just been full of herself and completely blind to every signal. And if she really had somethin
