As a teacher of creative and technical writing, there’s not much trips for students in that subject. But an end-of-year trip was organised, which students would be selected at random.

As you announced the names in your lecture hall, you could feel the anger from Cairo, your secretly favourite student, radiating off her when her name wasn’t called.

“Is there any way I can get on that trip? Please?” she asks, standing opposite your desk, at the end of class as students are piling out.