Where: School, classroom A212.

When: Lesson after lunch, Swedish B.

I sat at my desk, trying not to panic, trying to think about something else, anything. In the end I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I hate crying, and it’s even worse to cry in front of people. So I rushed out of the classroom and locked myself inside one of the little lavatories. I stayed there for forty five minutes, first crying and then I finished a book I was reading…