Everyday Heroes - Oticon

They’re still edible,’ she said with a sympathetic smile. ‘Would you
like a soft drink?’ Simon nodded. ‘How’s it going with the piano?
You’d better keep those fi ngers supple if you want to be a real pianist
one day.’
Simon imagined what it must be like to be on stage, sitting at a
piano, accompanied by a whole orchestra. He could see it all now:
the lights, the audience parked in the shadows like an army of small
black ants, elegantly dressed and energetically applauding him; the
conductor in his penguin suit presiding over the orchestra pit, and
Simon himself, solitary at the piano, at one with those black-andwhite
keys.
In Simon’s town, time passed slowly. He had followed the same
route to school for fi ve years, trying every day to spot something he
had not yet discovered. First, he would traverse the small side streets
out to the high street, where the hotel, hairdresser, bank and shopping
mall were located. After that came the lakes, and then came
the hill with the yellow building whose main entrance bore a huge
sign with the school’s name. Luckily, Jacob was waiting for him in
the school yard. Together they walked up to the classroom on the
second fl oor.
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