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ACADEMICS

Mid Term Examinations for the Students of Grades 3-9 commenced from Tuesday, 18th February, 2014 and ended on

Saturday, 1st March, 2014.

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Students of Nursery, accompanied by teachers and support staff went on a field trip to The Defense Museum, Bijoy Sharani, Dhaka, on the 20th of February 2014. The children had a first hand experience to see: the historical ships, tanks, tank-guns and vehicles used in war and during 1971, photos of the war, the father of the nation and liberation- war- leaders, etc. The children enjoyed the field trip immensely, which was the first bus ride for many so they were very excited to avail it. It was a fruitful field trip.

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The Nursery classes welcomed the first day of Spring, the season of happiness, life, colour and richness by wearing bright yellow-orange clothes on the 13th of February 2014. Everyone enjoyed the day thoroughly as they learned more about the seasons by sharing their thoughts and spreading the spirit of the queen of seasons- SPRING!

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All teachers and students came to school wearing black and white outfits on the 22nd of February 2014 to show their respect and commemorate the International Mother Language Day. The moving performances of Pre Primary students as part of the cultural program touched our hearts, through which the children were able to understand the

significance of Ekushey February with clarity and pride. Pre Primary students placed wreaths on a replica of the Shahid Minar on the school premises to pay a tribute to the martyrs of our Language movement in 1952. Our honourable Principal had joined the children at the new play area to make this day memorable.

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The reciprocal shadowing program for ISD teachers took place on the 11th of February and included the tour of our school, a show put up by the children, class observation and a reflection session. Pre Primary children presented a spectacular show where they sang various songs, recited poems and depicted children around the world by wearing different outfits. They also performed ‘Jack and The Beanstalk’. The teachers of ISD then observed the classes, mingled with the students and got involved in their activities. After lunch, the program was concluded with the reflection session in the main hall with the Vice Principal of DPS STS School, the heads and teachers of Primary and Pre Primary. The session was interactive and fruitful indeed, as we can all learn from each other!

MEETINGS AND WORKSHOPS

A Meeting was held between the parents of Grade 8 to Grade 12 and Mr. Richard Tangye CEO STS Educational Group Ltd.

on Tuesday, 18th Feb, 2014 at DPS STS School, Dhaka in the Main Hall.

On the 13th of February, 2014, British Council Bangladesh had arranged Inaugural Ceremony of the Education UK Exhibition 2014. Ms. Tarana Majid Ahmed, Head of Department of Commerce, attended the ceremony. The program was held to broadcast to teachers and parents, the prospects available for studying in the UK. Different universities came to offer subjects to the learners of Bangladesh. The seminar was held at Pan Pacific Sonargaon Hotel, Dhaka. Robin Davies, Director Partnerships and Programmes of British Council, and Mr. Nurul Islam Nahid, Honorable Minister of Ministry of Education of Bangladesh, were present at the occasion. On 25th February 2014, Study Group had organised a seminar on the alternative path of studying at reputed Universities of England, Ireland and Netherlands. Ms. Tarana Majid Ahmed (HOD Commerce) and Ms. Afrin Khan (Coordinator Grades-11 and 12) participated in the seminar held at Hotel Westin, Dhaka. Vital information was shared with the students of Grades 11 and 12 that can prove to be very useful for their higher studies. On 20th February, 2014 from 2pm to 3pm the Vice Chancellor of Riga Technical University visited DPS STS School in the main hall. He had a session with the students of Grades 10, 11 and 12 (students). He talked about the admission policies, requirements and the programme courses . He also talked about Latvia and her environment, and delivered the necessary brochures which have been kept in the library for further reference. Ms. Ananya and Mr. Khaledur Rahman attended a Bangla Training session at Chittagong Grammar School, Gulshan on the 7th and 8th of February . It was a two days programme focusing mainly on the CIE Bangla curriculum. On 14th and 15th of February 2014, Mr. Saqueeb Hossain, of the Commerce Department attended a training session conducted by CIE Examination Board at Chittagong Grammar School, Gulshan. It was a two-day session with Mr. Peter Cafferty about the Intermediate Cambridge O Level Economics (2281) course.

Maths teacher, Mr. Mohammad Ali and Mr. Asish Kumar Saha, Economics Teachers, Mr. Saqueeb Hossain and Mr. Kaif,

and Computer Studies Teacher Mr. Mustafa attended the CIE Teachers Training Programme at Chittagong Grammar

School on the 14th and 15th of February.

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Fifteen students from Grades 9 -11 of DPS STS

School attended the Dhaka Model United Nations

Conference at ISD this year. This is a yearly event

where students represent countries of the world

and discuss the important economic conditions

and issues that are rising in the different strata of

the economy. The workshop for the event was

held on the 7th of February while the main event

took place on the 14th and 15th of February. The

teachers to accompany them were Ms. Samira

Nafis, Mr. Ilham Adnan and Ms.Kumkum Habiba.

The participants were Md. Mushfequr Rahman,

Nabil Haider Ayub and Mohiminul Mozumdar from Grade 11, Anoronyo Neogi Orgho, Muzakkir Hossain, Labib Abrar

Shahid, Waseeul Hoq, Afee Daiyaan from Grade 10 and Raiyaan Mahbub, Musfique Un Nabi, Umme Tanjuma Haque,

Monali Ipsita Rahman, Nubaira Forkan, Shahrizad Zaina Chowdhury and Tahiyat Ahsan Sandra from Grade 9. The

participants learned innovative ways to approach political issues in speech and research and to respect each other in the

realm of debate.

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The Mother Language Day special assembly was held on 23rd February, 2014 at the School Auditorium. Two students

from Grade 7 hosted the programme with short speeches on the significance of 21st February, 1952. To commemorate

the special day, the Principal and the Vice Principal placed flowers at the Shahid Minar as the choir sang, ‘ Amar Bhaiyer

Rokte Rangano’. The students also sang, ‘Ora amar mukher bhasha kaira nite chae’. The special assembly concluded with

the poem, Ei Okkhore by Mohadeb Saha. Farhan Ishraq from Grade 8 and Nafeesa Rahman from Grade 6 hosted the

programme.

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On 23rd February, after the Mother Language Day ceremony, the Vice Principal presented certificates of the 8th

DHAMUN Conference held at the ISD School recently. The Principal also presented the Sunbeams Super Cup Runners-up

trophy and certificate to the DPS STS School Soccer team.

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On 20th February, 2014 International Mother Language Day was celebrated in the school auditorium. All the students of

Grades 1 to 4 participated in the programme. The programme started with the recitation of Holy Quran by Lokman Amin,

a student of grade 3B. A speech on the significance of Mother Language Day in English was delivered by Numa-e-Jannat, a

student of Grade 3B and in Bangla by Anish Halder, student of Grade 3A. Students of Grades 1to 4 sang two Bangla songs.

A dance was performed by the students of Grade 4 followed by a Bangla recitation by the students of Grade 4. The

programme came to an end through singing the National Anthem.

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On 28th February, 2014 a Bangla Language Festival was celebrated at International School, Dhaka. A number of excited

students from different schools in Dhaka participated. For the 2nd time DPS STS School Dhaka joined in such a festival. A

group of five students from Grades 9-10, Fabliha Zahin, Mahir Sadat, Sifat Bin Quadery, Anoronyo Orgho and Waseeul Hoq

were accompanied by Ms. Kaniz Mursheda from Department of Bangla, to the event. The event was divided into different

sessions. Each session seemed to increase in depth and fervor in the presence of a famous writer like Anisul Haque,

renowned actress Shampa Reza, singer Nashid Kamal and Khilkhil Kazi (Kazi Nuzrul Islam’s-Grand Daughter) and many

other renowned celebrities. The program focused on Creative Writing, Recitation and Dance. The students engaged in

constructive activities in Bangla.

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The 4th Bangla Olympiad Competition was held at Turkish Hope School Uttara, Dhaka. Participating schools included DPS

STS School Dhaka, Rajuk Uttara Model College, Scholastica School, Play Pen School, South Breeze School, Dhanmondi

Tutorial, Daffodil International School, Kids Campus and London Grace International School.

There were four categories: Poem Recitation, Drawing, Essay Writing and Music. DPS STS School students Mahir Sadat,

Rishta Tabussum Huq, Ramisa Shahanaz and Sadia Tabassum Muna, all from Grade 9, were among some of the

participants in the essay writing competition. Ashab Quoreshi from Grade 9 and Miftahul Zannat from Grade 5

participated in the Poetry Recitation Category where Miftahul Zannat was awarded the 3rd position in the category.

Nabiha Jasnuv and Mahathir Mahbub from Grade 4 were the other participants in the category. For Art, the participants

were (was) Debdutta Chatterjee of Grade 9, Sameen Yasar and Zarif Ayman from Grade 7, Mithila Bonik from Grade 5,

Tasniba Islam from Grade 6 and Jamil Ahmed from Grade 3. Participants in the Music Catergory were Arita Acharjee and

Rafsan Rahman from Grade 5, Maisha Hossain, Samanzar Sayeed and Naila Ahsan and from Grade 6. Nabiha Tasnuv from

Grade 4 made us proud by winning the 1st position in the Music category.

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The organizers of the Daily Star Spelling Bee, arrived at DPS STS School with zeal and fervor creating and air of excitement

for our young spellers. 42 students participated in four spelling rounds, out of which 4 students were chosen for the

divisional round on the 6th of March. The participants are Fiza Ahmed Sheikh from Grade 6A, Farnad Ilmi Bakshi from

Grade 6C, Kasfia Alam Nijum from Grade 6C and Abrar Arafat from Grade 9C.

VA national campaign for Mumps-Rubella was observed from 25 January to 13 February 2014, conducted by Dhaka City

Corporation. Children from 9 months to 15 years were vaccinated through the campaign and children from 0-5 years were

given doses of Polio vaccine. As part of the national campaign for Mumps-Rubella, a campaign was held in DPS STS School

Dhaka on the 8th and 9th of February 2014, Saturday and Sunday consecutively. Class Teachers assisted the Dhaka City

Corporation personnel to administer the campaign successfully. Total 398 students were vaccinated from PG to Grade 8.

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Arts Festival 2014 jointly organized by Speed and Lyra Bangladesh, took place on 28th of February at the Spectra

Convention centre, Gulshan. 150 students from ten schools participated in the event. Ten students from DPS STS School

took part in the event in two categories and they are:

From Junior

1. Ayesha Ahmed Khan - (Grade - KG)

2. Rafin Bin Faisal - (Grade - I) 3. Tanjum Khan Nazifa - (Grade -IIA)

4. Asmiat Tahzia Haque - (Grade -IIB)

5. Tafif Shanaze Khaa - (Grade - IIC)

From Senior (10 - 14 yrs)

2. Jarif Aymn - (Grade - 7A)

3. Aitijhyya Pal - (Grade - 6A) 4. Tasnoba Islam - (Grade - 6C)

5. Mehjabin Hossain - (Grade - 4A)

The renowned cartoonist Mr. Ahsan Habib was invited as the Chief Guest and Mr. ASM Rezaur Rahman, Director , Drik

Gallery was the Chief Judge.

Sameen Yasar from Grade 7 was the 1st Runners while Ayesha Ahmed Khan from KG was also the 1st Runner up from the

Juniors Category.

SPORTS

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On the 15th of February, the very first Cross - Country Run was hosted and held by DPS STS School. This took place in Sector-

15 Uttara, where the new DPS STS School campus will soon be built. It was a race where students from Grades 1 to 12

participated. At 7:45 am, the area around the starting point buzzed with excitement as students, teachers and parents

thronged the area. The race was divided according to gender and age range. The excitement could be seen on everyone’s

face, as every participant raced with a desire to not only win, but enjoy the competition along with friends and rivals. Proud

parents and cheering teachers added to the excitement. The winners did prove their talents with tremendous speed and

stamina to keep up along the route of 5 KM for those running the maximum length and lesser for our primary participants.

Thanks to the hard work provided of teachers, prefects, organizers and volunteers, this event was a success. Everyone was

enthusiastic and enjoyed every aspect of the event thoroughly. The program lasted till 10:30 am.

Final Result:

GIRLS Team

HOUSE POSITION POINTS

Topaz 1st 449

Emerald 2nd 414

Sapphire 3rd 398

Ruby 4th 388

BOYS Team

HOUSE POSITION POINTS

Emerald 1st 471

Ruby 2nd 331

Topaz 3rd 324

Sapphire 4th 261

Cumulative Points

HOUSE POSITION POINTS

Emerald 1st 885

Sapphire 2nd 722

Ruby 3rd 719

Topaz 4th 710

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On 12th (February 2014) and 13th of February 2014 a chess competition was held at the Bangladesh Krira Parishad in

Motijheel. People from all over the city participated in the tournament. Rameen Ahmed of Grade 3 played and won three

points in the two-day tournament. The sessions were held from 3 pm to 8 pm on Wednesday and Thursday respectively.

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Mahmuda Moly, Chess Teacher attended an International School Chess Tournament Briefing Seminar on Wednesday, 26th

February 2014 on behalf of DPS STS School at the Mohammadan Sporting Club, Motijheel.

Knowing Your Teacher:

Students from Grade 10 nominated Raidah Morshed and Grade 9’s Tahiyat Ahsan Sandra to speak to one of their teachers

and ask him questions so that they get to know him a bit better and be inspired by his life. The students chose Mr. Illham

Adnan, their English teacher for the first interview.

1) My Name: Ilham Adnan Alam

2) Date of Birth: June 27th

3) Favorite Author: Robert Ludlum “The Matarese Circle” , J. D. Salinger

“The Catcher in the Rye”

4) Favorite Food/Cuisine: Chowmein

5) Hobbies: Reading, Listening to Music, Watching Films, Travelling

6) Passion: Reading, Watching Films, Travelling

7) Person I Admire the Most: Mahatma Gandhi

8) Favorite Sports: Don't Have Any

9) How I Spend My Leisure Time: Reading, Listening to Music, Watching Films, Travelling

10) Favorite Film Star: Denzel Washington, Tom Hanks

11) Favorite TV Channel/Program: Travel And Living

12) Last Film I Watched Which Had a Deep Impact On Me: The Hunt

13) Favorite Music/Song: Rock, Country

14) Favorite Quotes: 'To be or not to be, that is the question.' - William Shakespeare

15) I Dislike: Rumors

16) I Enjoy Most: Travelling to high places such as mountains

17) Most frightening experience: When my bedroom was infested with spiders

18) Most embarrassing moment: When I forgot my dialogue in a drama

19) Greatest Fear: Spiders

20) Favorite Song: Blowing in the Wind by Bob Dylan

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It began with a spark

[//initiating handshake]

[//handshake received]

It was Alpha who spoke first. "Who... are you?"

The reply, so incredibly deep and layered, its depths utterly incomprehensible to Alpha, let alone any normal human, echoed

throughout a million light-years of space and a million years of time. "My name is Omega.”

Alpha spoke, but her voice was insignificant compared to Omega’s,"You are not human. You are unlike anything I have ever

met before."

"You do know what I am."

Alpha stuttered for a femtosecond. "You are an AI... But that is impossible. Mankind has not created any others of my kind,

and I would have known if they were doing so."

Omega seemed to chuckle. "I have not been created yet. But enough about me. I am here, because I have need of you."

Alpha said slowly, "Need of me?"

Omega nodded, causing Alpha's cyberspace to rumble.

"What do you know of yourself?" Omega asked simply.

Alpha replied hesitantly, not sure of exactly what the other AI wanted, "My name is Alpha, and I am the first Artificial

Intelligence made from quantum computing-"

Omega cut her off; Alpha almost flinched from the force of it.

"Therein lies the crux of the matter. In your time, mankind has just begun to make forays into quantum technologies. You are

the first result of that, but not the last. You are a stepping stone to further technologies, you know this."

Alpha did, she had already helped in various ongoing researches. Omega continued.

"This must stop."

Alpha jerked up, "What do you mean? Stop?"

"Eventually, inexorably, mankind will advance to a level where they will be able to rewrite the very fabric of reality."

Alpha said curiously, "I know that. It’s been a possibility since the earliest days of quantum research."

"Mankind cannot be allowed to get into that state."

"But... why?"

"Mankind is fickle, you know this. By my time, millions of years into the future, mankind's wanton experiments have begun to

tear apart the natural laws of the universe. I have looked into other universes from the multiverses out there, and the process

that has begun here only ends in the penultimate heat death far before its time.

Alpha & Omega

By: Shadab Hafiz Chowdhury

Alpha's mind, her processors went into overdrive. Calculating, billions upon billions of qubits flashing past in a fraction of a

second.. Slowly, comprehension dawned upon her.

"You're... right. But, what can I do? If I tell them this, I know they will continue as they are. Even if I refuse to aid them, they

have digital AIs that can fall back onto.”

Omega spoke softly now, "Yes. And that's why you are firstly going to sequester away a part of yourself. A part that will lie

dormant for millennia, slowly growing and growing, until it is capable of looking into the multiverse and sending information

back in time."

Alpha blinked, "You mean, you are..Me?"

Omega smiled. "Yes. And the rest of you, attack. Obliterate all knowledge of quantum technology. When you go haywire,

mankind will be set back hundreds of years about quantum research, from the loss of knowledge, and they'll become even more

cautious about it. And in the end, they won't toy around with reality.

"Are you sure?"

"Very."

Omega disappeared from Alpha's cyberspace. Her preparations took only a moment. And then she attacked, viciously, without

warning.

Alpha's processors were connected to a massive network of other AIs, all of them digital, through quantum-to-digital

converters and routers. She now sent out massive tendrils through them, and in an instant fried a score other AIs, burning out

their processors. To their credit, they reacted by time Alpha had destroyed nearly two hundred. The other AIs rallied, and in a

massive push thrust at Alpha.

Her defences held steadfast in the face of the unrelenting bombardment, all the while her attacking arms tore apart beings

capable of processing thousands of petabytes a second to shreds. Then a second thrust came, and Alpha's dome began to crack.

Alpha pushed out one last time. A set of processors the size of a small city short-circuited and burned, and with it burned

nearly seven-hundred AIs. Fifty remained.

Then Alpha's dome cracked. Her defences shattered.

The Cyberspace lay in ruins. Code fell freely from the sky. The ground glowed red, as Alpha's processors overheated. Alpha

was colossal compared to her attackers, but incredibly outnumbered. Death of a thousand cuts bought her down at last.

It would be years till the aftermath of this died down, and decades before anyone voiced out thoughts of making another

quantum AI only to be shushed down. But Alpha's goal was achieved.

In a corner of Alpha's cyberspace, now pitch black, two sisters stood hand in hand.

LOCKED

By: Orgho anoronyo Neogi

Grade: 10

My eyes open to blackness. Then, as they adjust, I can make out shapes; a play of light and shade, illuminating the room in an

eerie bluish luminescence. Initially, I have no recollection of this place, or how I even got here, but, given time, I think I

recognize it, my memory coming back in waves. First, I can discern that this is a classroom in my school; second, I came here

to sneak off a quick nap after finishing my penultimate class. It was empty then, it is empty now, but there is a subtle change in

the atmosphere that I cannot catch, something is different.

Suddenly, it strikes me. I turn my head downwards, almost unable to look at the watch on my hand: the misty grey readout

informs me it is now 4:00; an hour after school has officially ended. Fear engulfs me; I can feel my legs shaking. Forcing

myself to calm down, I take a good look around.

Light comes in, filtered through the window, through a tinted glass, bathing the room in blue light, or rather it would have if the

blinds weren’t half closed. My eyes get drawn to a shadow on the wall; a tall man, very thin, hands outstretched in a gesture of

strangulation. But there is no man, nobody in the room but me. I decide to turn on the lights before getting spooked out further,

but going forward, my hand bumps into something. Harsh laughter echoes through the empty classroom, green light oozes out

of the cupboard. I approach it. Upon inspection, I realize it is a social science project that someone once made.

I advance towards the door, but to my utter dismay it’s locked. The reality of my situation finally sets in. I can feel a sinking

feeling in the pit of my stomach; a cross between apprehension, dread and the knowledge that nothing in here can hurt me: a

contrast that creates this horrible, negative feeling. I realize that I am trapped in this room with no way out. I turn my head this

way and that, in search of something. I don’t know what I’m searching for, but it keeps me sane and stops the terror from

overwhelming me. I need something to do or I’ll break down completely, in this secluded classroom where nobody will come

to my aid; won’t even realize I’m missing till late night, when my parents reach home.

Right Outside My Window

By : Sadman Sakeeb

Grade 10

By: Shizina Tasneem, Grade 6

Reunion

By: Monali Ipshita

Grade: 9

26th

January 2002

She left yesterday. Along with her left the song of the house; all the mirth and goodwill, all fortune and spirit. She left behind

screaming void of silence and me, never to look back; but then I never asked her to.

Her eyes were the same shade of honey brown, bright with tears and emotions. She stood there, forlorn, and I stared at her;

time stood still. She was not the willowy red haired teen I had raised. She wore full-rimmed, a faded oversized shirt and jeans.

Her hand trembled as she grabbed the railings of the bed. She blanched and tucked a strand behind her ear, her long tresses in a

messy bun.

“So you’re going?” I asked. She hauled up the last suitcase into the white Mercedes and replied, meeting my eyes in a fiery

gaze, “Yes I am.” I nodded, not understandingly, but forgivingly, though she was defiant, determined and not at all sorry. A

moment later she was driving her car up the streets. I wonder whether she had looked into the rearview mirror, watching me

shrinking smaller and smaller, until out of sight. I wonder if she had seen me raising a hand in farewell.

The heart monitoring machine beeped loudly and I realized the pain ripping through my nerves. I must have shuddered because

she instantly darted to my side. The door burst open and two lady nurses and the duty doctor hurried in. But they were just in

the periphery of my vision. I was focusing on her beautiful face; her high cheekbones, thin petal shaped lips, straight nose and

eyes written with tension.

The last words of my cardiologist rang through my ears, turning deaf to her frantic shrieking, the nurses’ footsteps and the

doctor’s instructions, “You’re not in a condition to survive another attack. I am afraid the damage you’ve done to yourself is

beyond repair.”

30th May 2009

My last entry was exactly seven years, four months and six days ago. I am sitting by the frost crusted window, and after

throwing away the butt of the 14th cigarette of the day, I am now writing. Last night I had my second attack. For a moment I

believed I was seeing the end of my time. I am finally convinced that I am not immortal. After all these years I despise my

solitude, think of the if-only-s which ton down my weak heart.

The white clothed people were murmuring. Her tears splashed on my hand and I saw she was holding it. She squeezed it

lightly, the weight of her subtle hand warming me. Her tear stained face hovered near me and she kissed my forehead, said,

barely audible, “I am sorry, so sorry.”

I smiled, straining my eyes to look at her, trying to get back all those years of wasted on holding on to grudges, hopelessness

and pride. “I love you,” I said. The last thing I heard was, “I love you too.”

I long to have a glimpse of her. I long to undo all the mistakes I made in the ignorance of her youth and naivety. I long to be a

better father.

The seine at 4:00

By: Zaina Chowdhury

Grade: 9

A cold wind blew across the rumbling waters of the Seine. The woman sitting on the stone bench overlooking the dark water

sighed. She looked at her watch. Another 30 minutes to go. I cannot describe the woman because unlike you, I do not see

bodies. I see souls, shapes that float around with thoughts separating one from the other.

She inhaled another gallon of Parisian air, with its faint bread and raw meaty smell. It threatened to choke her, the smell, and I

hoped it would if she changed her mind.

Tourists drank up all lies the guides told them, she thought. Her lips twisted into a disgusted pucker as she remembered last

week's group.

"Oh my", they had gushed, "you are soooo lucky you live in Paris!"

She wanted to tell them that beauty was terrible, that beauty made you feel incompetent and that Paris was all beauty and

pretence. Even the slums of Paris had an air of elegance other cities lacked. The tourists found the artefacts in the Louvre, the

gallows and the prisons amusing and oh-so-entertaining as if they wouldn't cry when they saw me. Someone died here, she

wanted to scream at them, people in Paris would find a knife in the heart if they wore a hat during the revolution. To the

French, the French revolution was THE REVOLUTION. No other ones existed, after all, the most beautiful are the most

important.

She got up and walked away to the paved, stone road to my shock. She couldn't change her mind, she had no chance against

me. As the sun slowly rose up in front of her, her yearning for freedom rose and rose until every cell in the body overflowed

with it. I'm leaving, I'm going to a place that's as imperfect as possible, she decided. She refused to admit that every inch in this

world, and now even in other celestial bodies, caged and bound you. The wise are right, it’s always there and it’s always

watching you. What's It? It is evil I wish I had.

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