It was an unusual English lesson. I could see everyone's
faces waiting with anticipation. It was my turn. I took a
sweetie out of the bag, waiting impatient to eat it. The
small innocent sweet like an eye staring at me, challenging
me, tempting me. I couldn't take my eyes of it, the glowing
yellow treat.
The teacher told us to touch it. With a shaking hand I
slowly picked up the sweet moving my hand back and forth on
it. On one side it was rough and lumpy, like a corn on a cob
which gets stuck in your teeth. But on the other side, it
was smooth and sticky like melted chocolate.
Then I had to smell it. Excited I sniffed the candy. I could
feel the refreshing smell of mint and lemon spreading from
the nose to the rest of my body. It reminded me of the
country: open fields, flowers and other weed.
Finally I was allowed to taste it. Dramatically I put the
sweet in my mouth. Immediately I tasted the sugar and the
lemon flavor flowing through my mouth. Such a wonderful
feeling. The mint flavor gave my mouth an icy cooling
sensation.
I broke the candy with my teeth. The crack was like a
warning sound, it reminded me of an earthquake. Sour taste
came bursting out, like lava from a volcano, gushing into
every possible space. Fizzing, popping, and exploding in my
mouth.
Bit by bit the fizzing was over. The sugary taste gradually
stopped. And eventually, what was a pleasurable experience
came to an end.