genetiic inheritage
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Mon père, cet inconnu, et : un vélodrome à poux !
J’ai déjà évoqué une promenade avec mon père. Il aimait m’emmener souvent avec lui. Dans notre coin perdu des Vosges, chacun se débrouillait comme il pouvait pour pallier l’absence de commerces. Mes parents élevaient des poules, des lapins, des chèvres,… Continue reading
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When Childhood Played with Fire: Growing Up in the Shadow of War
A Childhood That Wasn’t Always Safe Looking back, you could almost smile: surviving childhood sometimes felt like an extreme sport. No helmet. No safety net. Just imagination running wild. But some memories aren’t funny. They stick in your mind like… Continue reading
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Every day we walked the road to school—and without knowing it, we were learning our first lessons in freedom.
In our family, we attended the local public school—not out of deep republican conviction but simply because it was the closest one. The school stood in Hamanxard, a small village about a mile and a quarter from the hamlet called… Continue reading
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Does scaring ourselves for fun help us grow?
Every evening, the boys’ bedroom turned into an improvised conference room. Well… “conference” might be a big word: it was mostly Jean doing the talking, while Alain served as the free audience. The endless string of “let’s suppose that…” began… Continue reading
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Jouer à se faire peur fait-il grandir ?
Chaque soir, la chambre des garçons se transformait en salle de conférence improvisée. Enfin… « conférence » est un grand mot : c’était surtout Jean qui parlait, Alain servait de public gratuit. La litanie des « mettons que » démarrait… Continue reading
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Let’s say : Improbable inventions of globetrotters?
In those far-off days, when the news reached our ears through a faintly nasal vacuum-tube radio, Geneviève Tabouis, in her gravelly voice, foretold political disasters. She always opened her commentary with the phrase that became legendary: “Attendez-vous à savoir.” —… Continue reading
