An arab pulls aside the curtain and looks out on a beautiful and sunny morning. Sun! she exclaims to herself and thinks it means warm enough to wear her woolstockings. When she finally finds herself outside she remembers that sun during a winterday in Sweden can only be a bad sign of immense cold.
Absolutely determined to stick to her CBT a la homemade and stay as happy and excuberant as can be she keeps on biking - despite the ache and resistance in her legs from the cold and sequelae of last days afro-dance session. Once again she thinks to herself: How wonderful and beautiful the world is. 2 minutes later she is on the ground, horizontal positon, 180 degrees rotation in her vertebral column on a crossing, a car circa 2 dm away and with the bag - heavy of books smashed to her face along with a bike which is totally in a place it shouldn't be. She keeps lying there for a minute thinking: I died with only ten months to go till my graduation. *sigh*
