- If anyone brings a paprykarz sandwich to school again, I will officially resign from life - declared Matilda, holding her bun in her outstretched hand as if it were a time bomb. - 'Stop whining, paprykarz is good for your health,' replied Kamil, who was just finishing his lunch with a slice of not quite identified cold meat. - Besides, it's an inspiration for our club. - What club? - Simon asked, raising his eyes from the book "The great history of bread". - The Crazy Sandwich Club! - Kamil pulled out a checkered notebook, the cover of which already had ketchup smeared writing on it. - Every sandwich we bring must be as weird as possible. Matilda looked at Simon after a long thought and shrugged her shoulders. - Why, it could be fun. And so, after only a few days, the world's most bizarre compositions began to find their way into Room 207 during the long break: tortillas with pickles and nutella, bread with crisps and jelly beans, and even the famous roll with apple mousse and dill. Rumours spread through the school faster than a cold virus. One Tuesday, Matilda pulled a sandwich out of her backpack that she didn't even try to describe in words. It was slightly pink in colour and shone strangely. - What is it? - Simon asked, wrinkling his nose. - 'Mortadella with Mum's specialty effect,' whispered Matilda, winking her eye. At that moment Mr Roman, the caretaker, burst into the classroom, carrying on a tray a a levitating mortadella. It floated just above the plate, rotating slowly like a spaceship in a movie. - Whose TO? - he asked in a menacing voice, and the smell of spices and a hint of mystery spread around. Everyone looked at each other. A sound like laughter, like a distress signal, came down the corridor. The Crazy Sandwich Club had just got themselves into an affair that the whole school would be talking about.... but what will happen next?