She gazed out of the window, then turned around to survey the usual stuff on a languages room’s walls. Teaching French was much the same worldwide, she mused: wallcharts, posters, children’s work with words like “Bonjour!” and “Merci!” in various colours randomly displayed.
Sighing, she turned the vacuum cleaner back on. A casual outsider might have wondered how it had come to this, but for Anna the choice was clear: remain in Poland as a languages teacher, or earn three times as much for her family as a school cleaner in Britain. No-brainer, really. But how she missed the children.