Yesterday, I went to visit a high school in Rijswijk, a town not far from The Hague.
As I’ve done before I talked to members of a small (female) reading group, which consists of four women: three Muslimahs and a young lady from Congo. (A few members were absent yesterday.)
We talked about my last book, which was to me the least interesting subject, Iran, the future, religion and the atomic bomb.
One of the ladies had a toothache, but she didn’t want to see a dentist.
(See also this entry.)