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"—What do you get when you're happy? her voice was as clear and sharp as an arrow. The teacher look at Joana. --Can you repeat the question? Silence. The teacher smiled, arranging her books. --Ask me once more Joana, I didn't hear you the first time. --I wanted to know: when you're happy, what happens? What comes afterwards? --the girl repeated stubbornly. The woman looked at her in surprise. --What an idea! I don't know what you're talking about, what an idea! Ask me the same question with different words… --To be happy is to get what? The teacher turned crimson—you could never tell why she turned crimson. She marked the register and dismissed the class for recreation. The porter came to summon the girl to the office. The teacher was waiting there: --Sit down…have you been playing? --Just a little. --What do you want to be when you grow up? --I don't know. --Well listen, I also have an idea—she reddened. --Take a piece of paper, write down the question you asked me today and hold on to it. When you grow up, read it again. –She looked at her.—Who knows? Perhaps one day, you yourself will be able to reply somehow…--She lost her serious expression, turned crimson. Or perhaps this isn't important and, at least you will enjoy yourself with… --No. --No what? –the teacher asked in surprise. --I don't like enjoying myself, Joana said proudly. The teacher turned crimson again: --Very well, off you go, and play. As Joana made a dash for the door the teacher called her back, by now, flushed to the neck, her eyes lowered, rummaging through the papers on her desk: --Don't you find it strange that…odd that I should ask you to write down a question and hold on to it? --No, she replied. And turned to the playground. "