We tried to do the maths in the car. How many years had it been since I was here for the last time? 5 years? 7 years? Years are running fast. And the Anjou region is far from Alsace. At least, that’s how I used to consider it. How does it change your conception of time and space when you take a year time to travel around a whole country like New Zealand?
There will always be some dates. Some reminders. Some thornes that will prick, pierce and make me bleed sometimes. It’s been Fifteen Years today. Its seems like an eternity. It seems like it was yesterday.
Today, Dady, you would have turned 61.
I remember last year, I remember the previous years.
I remember the cold, I remember the snow.
Ça fait déjà trois mois que j’ai quitté mon pays, ma famille mais aussi… mes amis.
Putain, trois mois.
We had a beautiful love story you and me, Strasbourg. Almost 7 years of living together. 7 intense years!