
But why are you sitting here, as the celebrated person of the party, and not in the first row, where we, he did actually say “we” in fact, where we have reserved two seats for you and your companion? How come? he asked again, and it seemed all eyes in the hall were on myself and that gentleman.
Mr. President, said that gentleman, invites you to come forward, please come forward, your place is right next to the Minister, Mr. Bernhard.
Yes, I said, if it is so simple, of course I will move to the front row but only when the president Mr. Hunger himself has asked me to do so, obviously only if Mr. Hunger in person invites me.
At this scene, my aunt fell silent and all guests looked at us, and that gentleman retraced the entire row and returned to the head of the room next to the Minister, and whispered something to President Hunger.
Meanwhile there was now widespread commotion in the hall which only thanks to the first touches of the Philharmonic musicians tuning their instruments did not become something awful, and I saw President Hunger reluctantly coming towards me.
Now I need resolve, I thought, intransigence, courage, consistency.
Do not go up to him, I thought, as they did not come up to me, and this time in the true sense of the word. When Hunger had got up to me, he said he regretted what had happened, but did not specify what he regretted.
He said I should sit in the front row, my seat and my aunt’s were between the minister and him.
So my aunt and I followed President Hunger to the first row.
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