A LETTER FROM ABROAD
A LETTER FROM ABROAD
1st December 1998
Dear Farah,
I was so happy to hear that you were fine and that our big problem was nothing but a false alarm. I was almost sure that it couldn’t be that…, but you never know with these things. I know you must have had an awful time these last days, so did I, but let’s try to forget it now.
To cheer you up a bit, here I am sending you a compilation of my misfortunes in Madrid and the strange chain of events that took me from creating trouble in the Barrio to bumping into you that Friday afternoon in Danetree Town Centre.
I’ve called my little book Yobbo 98. Yobbo as I was a bit of a trouble-maker those days, a yobbo as you say in England, and 98 because… well is not difficult to guess why. The story is in the blue disk that came with this letter. I’m sorry, but I wasn’t going to spend a fortune printing and sending the whole thing. You told me you didn’t have a computer at home, I know, but you will have to be creative. I’m sure that at your old school, or at the local library they won’t have a problem letting a pretty girl like you use a computer for a bit.
I also want to remind you, as I have learned how small-minded you Brits are when it comes to foreign babble (tongue in cheek), that English isn’t my native language and that some three years ago I couldn’t speak it to save my life. Although I have somehow improved, I’m sure that this little horror of mine will have lots of grammatical and spelling blunders. Please, don’t make a big deal about them and focus on the story itself.
Well, that is pretty much everything. I hope that you enjoy reading my story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. I bet you will, you have a very important role in it.
Lots of Love
Chencho
