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Marianela knew a good breakfast was necessary to sustain her through class. Today she had prepared what she called her patriotic breakfast. Whenever she felt particularly homesick – and it was usually after problems with learning new steps – she cooked fried eggs and served them on her willow pattern plate. If she squinted she could make herself believe that the egg yolks looked like brilliant suns in a bright white sky. Blue, white and yellow – the colours of her country’s flag.
It was fanciful, of course, but it made her smile and seemed to shrink the thousands of miles between London and Buenos Aires. The only drawback was that she didn’t really like eggs. However she cut off another small piece and told herself she was eating sunshine and goodness.
