Hot potatoe
It was summer; I played with my friends, waited nervously
to arrive and when it came, wanted to pass as quickly as possible. That mix of
emotions, impatience, nervousness, despair. Hot Potato was very exciting. This
time I was alone, there was no potato or no friends, I was in a room,
surrounded by people and with an exam ahead. He was the hot potato.
María Hernández Solís,
Madrid
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