No really something doesn't go right! We are not on Wednesday, because it was yesterday. Where is she? No fire in the wood stove, the door is locked and the cows which moo?! Here, in my room, she says to me deafly. I find her in the bed, deformed by the pain, some blood flows along the hanging sheet. Go to the neighbor phone to the doctor, fast, I cannot move, I have too much pain, I float in my blood, I believe so. I bestride who you know, I phone, the doctor arrives one half an hour later with an ambulance which takes my grandmother quickly. My description of this scene convinced him good that it was really serious and urgent. Be not frightened too fast, I find myself accommodated at my young uncle house, with his wife and his two girls. They live quite in meadows of the middle school, above the store of antique of the twin of my aunt where they work togather. I am going to stay there until the next summer holidays where I shall go to join the mom of my father-in-law, with my sister and my mother, in Dordogne. My grandmother you may ask you? She is hospitalized for a prolapse, I don't know very well what that means, but I understand that it is very serious, that I credibly saved her the life, this bloody red morning.
I am proud to be a part of this family, son of the girl mother of my grandmother, a funny illegitimate child as say some. I do not suffer from it, since the first gibes, and children are very cruel between them, it is well known, I reacted by showing me more in the games, by glittering in certain disciplines, the math, the drawing and the technology in particular, to make me respect and make them understand this fact: I am happy to have been born so. I am not exactly aware of it, but it is that what makes of me the original and charming being whom I am. We love me easily, I am not difficult, I am the tribe, I respect them, I distract them by my creations, I like making things out of nothing as this Christmas tree without fir tree, just garlands made of cut papers and electric one improvised from a nine volts battery and bulbs of flashlight. As for my young friends I take them in my dreams and my rural journeys, I invite them to share some of my adventures of discovery of the things of the life. Concretely, one morning I wake up with the idea to invite them for a picnic on a hill. Thus on the agreed Wednesday, I make an appointment with them in front of the grocer butcher's shop of the village, where I buy foods with my allowance that my mother does not miss to offer me when she comes to see me on Sundays. We have about ten year, for them it is a real expedition towards the stranger. Sausage, bread, cheese, apple chips and soft drink in the shoulder bag, we step over our bikes and I guide them towards this litle mountain. It is round as a future mom billy, in the summit there is a tree, a walnut I believe, alone in front of the magnificent view on the village and its castle. It is a place where I come often only to admire the magic of the nature tamed by the human being from immemorial time. My young companions testify me a warm respect of it since. I hope to deserve it, then I double of creativity, to amaze them one more time.