ABSTRACT
I bought myself a pair of shoes. Once home, I put them on. There was a long nail inside one of them. I risked hurting myself. I returned to the shop. I showed them the shoes and asked for them to be exchanged. The shopkeeper was arrogant and maintained that the shoes were all right; the shop assistants didn’t want to get involved. But the nail really was there. You see? It’s always like that: I can never manage to get people to take me seriously. [Sabrina breaks into tears.] I can’t go on like this. I feel like a piece of dirt. I’m not worth anything and my ideas don’t count. I’d like to just disappear.
