My mother told me that I didn’t start talking until I was 2 years old. They thought I was mute and had already sent me to the doctors for checkups. “When you started to talk, we were so relieved,” says my father. “But then you never stopped. It was so terrible hearing your racket day...
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Basement band
A woman passed by last Saturday to view our apartment. The agency called us about 30 minutes before the visit, which were spent rushing madly about the apartment, throwing random stuff into boxes, tripping over leaflets and luggage from our recent Vienna trip, rinsing dirty cups and shoving them into the cupboards. They arrived exactly...
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Skating
Last Sunday we went rollerblading, as always. It was warm but there was a bit of wind, and the path was virtually empty throughout the whole trip. We parked at Toulon. We started slowly, pacing ourselves, chatting from time to time. Until the pain started, which, I know now, if you leave it for a...
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