Chapter 66 Summer work & Chapter 67 Murderer
“I can’t wait for the Americans to arrive.” Said Mark from Morocco. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Every summer the school converts to a dormitory for American teenagers who come here as volunteers to work in the fields. Just in their honor they feed us better than ever. We have rolls instead of yesterday’s dark bread every morning. I think they even hire different chefs.” “What about us?” “Oh, we will be working 6 hours every day and we are free to spend time in the swimming pool or whatever we want.” It was the last day of the school year. Half of the students were getting on the busses to drive them home. During the year we had busses taking us toward our homes every other month for a long weekend or holiday vacation. It would stop at a station on the shore highway of the town entrance and we would have to continue our way on our own, I usually continued by foot. This time I was staying at the school for the first half of the summer vacation. Each one of the students had to put some ...