Marie s new study
My door-bell rang, not 2 minutes after I had gotten home. I was not expecting any-one, so I thought about ignoring it. But curiosity won. I knew the person on the door-step. I had moved her out of student´s housing project where I worked, about 1½ week before. “Hi,” she said, flashing a big smile, “remember me?” “I do” I said. Which was true. She was an exchange student, from France. There was no way I could remember her name, though. We replace over a hundred international students at the...