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27 May


Publié par Sandrine CHARAVY  - Catégories :  #SECONDES


There were eight notices offering accommodation. Four were too expensive; two specified that the applicant must speak Spanish. That left two. One of them had a phone number, so Sandy dialed it, at once. In her hand she had her A to Z so that she could identify where the place was.


“It’s SW9,” the girl said.

“Clapham?” asked Sandy studying her map intently.

“More east of it,” the girl said.

“Near the tube?”

“Yeah, four minutes.”

“How many of you in the flat?”

“Just me.”

“That’s not a bad rent for a flat for two;”

“You ain’t seen it, lady.”

“Shall I come over and look, and let you look at me?”

“Sure. Come now. I’ll make you tea.”

“That’s very nice. I’m Sandy Ring.”

“That’s funny I’m Wilma Ring.”

“Hey, we might be cousins.”

“Yeah. Are you black?”

“Err…um…no. Are you?”

“Yeah, we most likely ain’t cousins. See you for tea”


It was certainly shabby though nothing that paint and a new hall door could not have cured Sandy thought to herself. There were three bicycles in the hall and a lot of very loud music came up from the basement. Wilma was standing at the door. “Come on, cousin”, she called with a laugh. “Have some English tea to get you over the culture shock walk through the Brixton West Indies.”

It was agreed in ten minutes. The room, the rent, the lifestyles.


                                                                                                             Adapted from Victoria Line, Maeve Binchy (1980)

1. A map (of London here)

2.  Have not

3.  A district in south London where many afro-american people live.


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Ce blog pédagogique est adressé aux élèves du lycée Jacob Holtzer mais également aux parents qui souhaitent découvrir les différentes activités menées en classe et les projets proposés aux élèves de la cité scolaire.