Again they accompanied me to the pillow ... The clock bears. When the fever that had called them vanished, they disappeared with her in the burning cave where I found them every time. Polar Bears in dengue fever?
Fever, this childhood companion. A bike ride a bit too fast, stop in the shade a bit too long and that was it. Too long to read back an open window. Fatigue so common for a child so puny. Everything was concerned. Mouth off like a rocket. Of fields, river, school ... I was taking it one day in the attic where I had discovered, among the banned books stocked by the previous tenant, a cartoon in a thick volume. At the bottom of delirium following night polar bear escaped from a fantastic story had come to populate my nightmares. Repeated fevers, recurrent nightmares, polar bears helped by my alarm became instant regulars in my childhood. Sometimes they accompanied me to kindergarten and high school where I would take my "temperature". No way that the more you deprive me of school.
Attics! We, the children were leading a constant struggle relentlessly to impose our sovereignty over a territory as large of a sudden we challenged prohibitions, advice and affection floats helpless. Whenever they reminded us of the scale stripped, floors rotten, cutting tools and forget the trunks or other wonders put there so that they do not elsewhere, in our hands before our eyes. Windows naked rich potential falls, drafts and colds galore. The brotherhood of adults do not lack invention to forbid us to go where we wanted to just go
- Because they forbade us. !
Light as air, what had we to fear from the floor uncertain?
We do not need a genius or a black perversion to sense the real reason. Strange questions, looks suspicious. How obscure or inexpressible worried because they say no? Their unimaginable lack of seriousness in the conversation "in our ears we had learned very young what they feared. They feared that we were to use the lofts of activities they had not yet given up and that for some, they were updating again as soon as opportunity arose. We do not know the very exact contours but we longed for their intoxicating mysteries We learned not only the contempt of the great, but very young, the case of attics taught us how the great brotherhood of adult relatives, these thirty years old, handled the double talk. The gods were fallible.
We do not engage them all the time, far from it but by a drive cycle, the key-pee became the main activity and the unique obsession with large tribe of children fraternal. Replying to strict rules and unwritten, anywhere according to custom, the children settled wherever they wanted. Girls or boys were using this inalienable right. Without art and without caprice, they watched as much as we ensure their share of battle in the reconquest of the area still banned barns and granaries. Why they did not lack imagination or cunning cunning. Pending the maneuvers they played at the dinette, which we call "playing the mother and daughter." This word came from their mothers. They also stood in the drifts? Without a doubt, but we will need many years to learn. The game: a variant of the universal "live like the great" was held in preparation of meals based on fictitious pieces of stems or broken pottery in small plastic dishes introducing the worm realist representation in the imaginary conditionals.
" Looks like I am the daughter " Intonation Singing was part of the rite.
"Oh no it already me who made the mother the other day .
Gradually the meal took a more authentic to the chagrin of parents finding the raids in the kitchen cupboard. In good weather for pantries there was no fridge so no dairy dessert and boudoir reigned unchallenged monopoly in the realm of cookies. No question of touching the cheese from the father. Too risky. A few dried figs, sugar cubes or coffee beans ...
" Looks like it would be meat " The way recitations poorly known.
flowers, paper, swallow us all ...
From realism realism. ... A key player in the game was invited. He was summoned in general when the wafers were replacing pieces of broken tiles. My brother had a knack: younger or reassuring he was the Father in all games. Very important the father when the game's theme is life and its simulacrum punctuated by the repetitive production of meals.
It sets the table is served a meal, eat, scold the person who made the child, then put away ... and How to sell a meal. ... What had little interest became central.
"Looks like we would night "
At night, lie down, put blankets, spread coast to coast.
At this time the boys were kept away by the merest chance nearby, within earshot. It in need of "chance" for from the palm of the river where we build our eternal sand dam, we find within earshot or sight. It was the chance for couples to dads-moms are very fast and the meals are shipped to dummy pass to: "Looks like we would night " Attics then played their proper role.
What "crimes" were committed in the name of the dinette!
Unlike their daughters always busy rite strong connotations, we guys had other epics Getting to block one day with that damn river sand left on the current riverbank. The material was abundant and found in the bed belonged to nobody. The beginnings were promising. It was a simple matter of speed: advanced construction faster than the water carried them away. Easy ... Five or six, with our aprons for dumpster progressions without sparing our pain. The misfortune was that we start over the width of the course, the bed became more deeply to the other side and the current became more powerful and fast. Farewell ... and dam, dam and lake dreaming, nature resumed her rights. This was in no way a reason to give up. Day after day, week after week, only the weather could stop us, not failure. Rain or farmers and their cows inevitable. These cows then were used merely to come and drink at the exact location of our sand, and that for generations of cows ... It was as if these animals were dictating their laws to men. As if their owners could not take them elsewhere to drink like cows.
Frankly when we looked more closely at a mile and a small wood separating the sandy slope leading down to the water's identical, but on the other side. When nature plays itself Deter projects the future of humanity!
So, as you could not bite every day guns and belts of the American cowboy in the village. Especially when these Americans were American. In this case we waited for the next IM hoping that he has very strong boys. After the week of the arc, off we drove to the day of the sword. " You will hurt yourself, take me right away these sticks! "The ghosts of Roland as our neighbor yelled insults.
__Pfff Durandal a stick! __ We go to the huts.
boxes, crates, cans, newspapers, pickets and ... boards. We can not imagine today a world without plastic. No bag, canvas sheeting. Nothing, nothing but nothing really .... We had the bags in jute, but farmers seem to hold even more than their cow. Stories of potatoes and Jerusalem artichokes. Pffff!
Also, this shortage, the same rotten plank she became a valuable commodity. How many holes in the hedges, hastily blocked by a piece of board for years, they regained their independence? How many walls lean and farmyard, park in piglets they became "intermittent"? It was enough to enrage: son of a carpenter Helpless boards. Once this pseudo-house almost finished, in a mock site you visit, girls were invited. No need to go get them. They were there. At stroke of old curtains and old dresses they had finished the building. Not in its most technical and challenging picket-bearing pillars of shovel handle, or support beam on the tree but, rather, interior side. Indeed they applied to seal the large voids left on the sides revealing who would go to all that take place inside.
And it was left to the dinette.
The space between the house and suffered a narrow road which we referred to the other side in the meadow. Brambles for blackberries, wild plums, space for the ball, tree for reading. Tucked away in the foliage had finally peace, Mom did not see me. Otherwise, she had the genius to organize my "walk in you" or my "are you here to do anything." She did the same with my father. How many times do I have to interrupt a meticulous assembly or plating to keep him warm for the laundry tub to extend ... One law in a day: minimize the opportunities to be in his space ... If you held it. A collateral risk remained, however. Do not light a long time she was quite surprised to see you unexpectedly at a turn of your lack of vigilance
" Oh you scared me " and bam! A slap, she was reassured. In the pre
twenty meters opposed a distance longer than his arm between her and me. The cabin construction was hampered by its lack of the usual obstacles boards and "all that mess there-is-not-in-the-gypsies-you-go-me-clean-off-again". Yet here in front in the workshop for years, long wide boards and light teasing us, in the same place at the same corner, useless and annoying.
" Tell Dad I can take the boards? "
Repeating my request received a response built piecemeal over the years.
- Not
- ....
- Because
- ...
- They are Vadon
- But euhh?
was a carpenter, a former tenant of the workshop. These traits, plotted on the boards, a single plane of a plane he wanted to build. He disappeared
and one day he was found much later in the Pyrenees, eaten by bears!
- We? Here, we're at home, so it's our boards as it is ... by the Bears.
- We do not know, he may have family
... But then Dad when you're dead, they'll keep the bears. ?
For boards was not. It was non.Ce was not for years. I saw them one evening, much later, in a family outbreak of the rout. We were only tenants. Home who was not with us ...
A cataclysm came and offered the opportunity All clarifications.
In a world where the images were so rare, death found its first imaginary representation: it was a world of ice, mountains, and polar bears. Impressive, strange but not scary. Having never known, I was putting my grandfathers without sorrow or pain. The bears were so often at my side. Mundane to the point that one day I break the ban by capturing boards Vadon, was it necessary that the drive "cabanatoire" is urgent!
Was it cries out of breath or breathing? Nobody knew. The back of the house was heard yelling outside. He had to run and rush home to his court, enter through the narrow room where the two men ate and grab the black bakelite. 'Allo! "Then it was be smart and start his memory, no time to rehearse the other end of the line and can not afford to remember. And then it would have bothered.
" is not right to disturb the world .
was a gift from God - the bears? The woman had obtained the phone all the magic of poles and son, were followed by going to school, along with the camera because it was a war widow. War widow? With more than thirty years after Verdun, at the same time as two or three black silhouettes of the town that he had installed.
" Pschhh Pschhhhh " If I had known
then, I loved the sound of locomotive to cross the few feet between her house and ours. Nine times out of ten it was a call from my grandmother. The grandmother from Paris, grandmother gift, grandmother cakes. When we arrived it was delicious hugs and fables. The monkey, the monkey and the nuts and whole host of La Fontaine and Perrault. She left me this gift of knowing fables before kindergarten. The phone is telling us that she had, she sent gifts either. One day, she sent us in Merignac receive huge packets it sent us from England.
" But what is England? "
Cakes, a new bike for me, England! Nothing to do with my other grandmother who never came, her mother except to cry. I do not understand why the phone did not come to our house while my two grandfathers were dead. It took enjoy a moment of patience from my mother to understand that war ubiquitous in everyday conversations in the village, family and the school was a strange thing which took place in two stages, the first and second. The two men had chosen to die "before the war" period accurate enough that my mother taught me again her usual verve by a slap exceeded. " No! Before the war it before the second! "
That day, as usual, I was building a cabin in the meadow in front of the other side of the road my other playground On this road, the cars were so rare that they could play without interruption and when he reached one, we had ample time to grow. One problem, my dog never left me, being deaf and a little miro ... One summer day, a day of mopping bike, I was not there. Brought me a cart, his neighbor's dog that accompanied the school day. Man and dog adored each other. Quite a homebody by nature, the animal liked to follow in the vineyards behind the hill in the grasslands of the bottom of the river and forests of the plateau opposite. It he was constantly spends most stubborn caprice: wear a tool in his mouth. The truck went on to the pitch of the old horse and proud as a deer, pick or sickle in the mouth like a trophy, the dog squad around. A thousand times he did the same dirty tricks: he misled his tool and stung the old man of black anger. " You'll tell me where thou hast laid him vain sacred god? He had tried to pass him any post but the dog did not want it and continued its provocations until he prevailed. The sickle often recurred when he returned home dinner on the threshold of his house.
That day, busy at my cabin, under the supervision of my dog, I had heard down ... pfff pffff Pschhh pppfff Pschhh.
- "Mr. Marino Mr. Marino ! It's your ... It looked like he was waiting: he jumped up and crossed the fifty yards without touching the ground ... Your Mom! "
Owl's Grandma! The construction does not monopolize enough to keep me from watching the return of Papa. Impatience lengthens this time too slow for me. He is returning. Odd, how does he know that I'm here? He recognized Through the leaves the famous boards banned? Looks like he made faces with his funny gestures: a mixture of hands on head as if to protect themselves from blows to hand over the mouth or eyes. " is not possible .... This is not possible "
Mom in the doorway - "My sister died "
Auntie is dead? Auntie's sweet, beautiful smelling? The mother of my cousin who lives in Paris with Grandma?
And Dad always got angry with Auntie. It is now more angry that she had gone there with her father she had barely known Vadon and up there, away in the mountains. Dead at twenty-six years. What is twenty six years?
While the house was filled with moans incomprehensible. What kind of pain could they feel? My brother went out and joined me distraught. Together we handed Vadon boards in their place ... I was angry
Bears. They would teach me death.
Donatien Stealth
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