In the afternoon sony got sick. Her whole body seemed to be hurting, arms and legs were heavy as lead and behind her eyes there was a very unpleasant pressure. She couldn’t be bothered to move, she felt paralysed. The doctor was called. He said he would come as soon as possible. Maybe I have cancer, she thought, or leukemia or tuberculosis. If it is so they will give me lots of milk to drink and wrap me in lots of blankets and make me lie in a deckchair in the sun – if the sun is shining. And to...