When I open the door, I’m greeted with a wave of sound and the smell of curry. Who’s here?
The last two weeks before production, life actually picks up speed, like a train leaving a station and crawling, then gliding, then hurtling faster, faster, faster.
There’s class and homework and play practice and scenery and cousins and classmates and fun with Faiga and the scenery girls, and sometimes I get home to Bubby’s late at night and realize it’s the first time I’m sitting still in many, many hours.
Today, Michal informs us a few days before production, clapping her hands together, we are finishing the second scenery.
“Finishing! That means finito, complete, ab-so-lute-ly done,” she pronounces, making wide, scary eyes at all of us.
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