Last night, I suddenly realised that, next year, it will be three decades since I left school. I wonder what happened to all of those people I knew so well back then and have never seen since. Like Tracey.
For four years, Tracey and I were in the same German class, and we both went to sixth form and were in the same maths class, too. We were never close, but got along.
I remember two things about her. First was the time when, on a skiing trip to Kitzbuehl, she was found in bed with one of the instructors. Such were the disasters of that trip that it was barely even considered a scandal.
The other thing was that she managed to fail her maths exams, despite the strong suspicion that she had discovered a brilliant way of cheating at them.
I wonder what happened to her?