Zar baš moram u školu?

…I came from the sea. I'm as black as a black woman. And my hair is blonde. And I'm still all sea. In love with the sea, tangled in fishing nets, enchanted by a certain Ivan from Rovinj. A certain Marko from Split. Hmm, and a certain Kristijan from Pula. Oops! I shouldn't have admitted it. I have to act like a decent girl, school is starting, and I don't feel like going to school. Nooooo! I went to my aunt, the doctor, all alone, and said I wanted to take sick leave. My mom often takes sick leave and then walks around the apartment in the most horrible dressing gowns, tidying up, inviting guests, and secretly writing poems. She makes phone calls. When someone calls her, she puts on a tired voice and pretends to have a fever and aches in her bones. If I conclude that she's lying, she explains to me how tired she is of life, and being tired is an illness…