mémoire of a boomer
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De la lutte ouvrière
Souviens-toi ! Ce refrain me trottine dans la mémoire. Il remonte parfois sans prévenir, glisse sous l’écume des jours et revient en écho, comme ces airs qu’on croyait oubliés et qui ressurgissent au moment où l’on s’y attend le moins.… Continue reading
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Être née quelque part…
C’est une chanson connue. C’est aussi une étiquette qui colle à la semelle comme un vieux chewing-gum : on a beau gratter, il en reste toujours quelque chose. Mes premières années dans un coin que la civilisation semblait avoir oublié,… 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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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
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My years from 45 to 50 with my brothers and the existential question: ‘What if?
In our family, the sibling lineup was a bit like a generational flea market: age gaps wide enough to make childcare manuals blush, a direct consequence of the 1939–45 war. The youngest would arrive five years after me, just to… Continue reading
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What has become of the snows of yesteryear?
Alpe d’Huez The ones that kept their word, not the ones that melt before they’ve even unpacked their bags. Yet Christmas night 2025 had made an effort: a white dress, discreet, almost shy. The snow, like milk powder, floated in… Continue reading
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What Amazes Me Today?
A life — a single drop of dew in the ocean of time. Soon, the counter of my days will proudly reach eighty. Eighty! A round number, a bit solemn, a bit mischievous too, as if it were whispering: “So, are… Continue reading
