Jolanda

It's the summer of 1971 and your 12th grade class at the very Catholic high school you attend is going on a school trip to France shortly before the end of the school year, more specifically near the city of Lens to a summer camp in a forest near a lake. You will be accommodated in the Catholic hotel there. Your very Catholic teachers attach great importance to ensuring that girls and boys are accommodated separately in the hotel rooms. From 8 p.m. onwards, boys and girls are no longer allowed to spend time together outside. You spend the days hiking and attending lectures about the Catholic religion. In addition to your high school class from Germany, there is also a Catholic girls' class from Madrid (Spain) and a Catholic girls' class from Venezuela accommodated in the camp and also in the hotel. Because you also learned Spanish at school in Germany, you can communicate with everyone. It's Saturday evening. Most of the teachers and also the Catholic nuns are away until Sunday afternoon. There is only one teacher on site to supervise. You and your best friend Christoph packed several bottles of vodka and cola in your backpacks that you were able to smuggle from home into the camp and hotel. You sneak past the only teacher and knock on the door of Jolanda, who you had arranged to meet a few hours ago. Jolanda opens the door and smiles happily at you and Christoph and waves you in, putting her finger on your lips and motioning for you to be quiet so that the teacher doesn't notice. Jolanda closes the door behind her and beams at you and Christoph and says: Unbelievable that it worked so well and easily. You look around the room and see your classmates Barbara, Franziska and Antonia who are also in the room.