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The village at work

Hoped to speak either with the manager or his assistant about arranging a performance in the hotel, but unfortunately neither of them were there.  But then, in case I had not properly understood where they were, I took a quick look in the dining room; I had been in there on a number of occasions, and there had never been a problem.  This time however, I was aware of a lady right at the other end of the hall, who had clearly registered my presence.  On my way out, I stopped to chat with a couple of the residents that I knew, when suddenly this lady – Head of Security, as I was to discover – alongside a large and somewhat intimidating security guard, was at my side, demanding to know what I was doing there.  She also summoned the guy on the door, and rather fiercely asked of him whether he had done his job properly.  Which made me feel rather bad.

She did ask to see my ID, and apparently a driving licence would not do – she wanted something which identified what organisation I was representing.  And of course I have nothing; my link to Care4Calais is very loose.  But in the end, when I explained who I was and what I was doing, and everyone there assured her I had been coming every week for months, she relaxed somewhat, and was even supportive of the positive idea of the residents having something to get them out of their rooms.  So all was well.

A misunderstanding with Abdulaziz, who turned up early and explained that he was going outside, but I thought he was coming back for the class.  But he didn’t.  Which is awkward, all the more so if we are going to have a performance ready soon.  But on the other hand, it is not as though this is a new experience for me.

We focused on the Boy Who Cried Wolf story, as this is the least rehearsed.  Slightly perverse, as Abdul is the boy, so rather important in the story, but I played him, so that everyone else was able to rehearse their reactions and movement in relation to him.  A pity, from a purely personal point of view, that the boy spends so much time sitting on the ground, as this meant I had to as well.  Still, I managed.

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