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In light of the night.


"This title has a taste of romance, a utopian novel in history and that only happens once in a man's life. "She thought as she typed the words at full speed.

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Part I:

When I made my first step out of my host family, was to watch the world such as I had been always hidden. Unusual and colorful. Tasty but equally frightening in its elusive nuances. A world of human beings so painful and descriptive of the eyes of a nine year old girl.

It was just a simple walk with Louise to go for lunch in a local market on Saturdays. It was the first time I set foot out of the stifling heat, but so reassuring to my room. And since that day I was thinking only one thing: I shall not live for anything else. I live for it, this world and its occupants, and the bright sun warming the frozen concrete of the night. My life

There is nothing exceptional, though it finds its uniqueness in its duration. It told me as soon as I was old enough to understand. My life will be short because my body is not tough. It was the only thing I knew because Louise told me too young to know the truth that some had difficulty swallowing. I could not express the feelings that took me to this, knowing that I would not live enough to make babies. However, the innocence of childhood is the worst pain can be alleviated and thus can begin to really live through.

My childhood that was it. A From nine years, and during walks home. Loneliness and unexplained fatigue. Bites and writing. Words that sting the mind and the sheet. I was not a bad schoolgirl, the courses taught at home were I was all attention to me. Everything was easy and I never felt the need to make friends. Louise told me just before his death that was probably my health, which had forged my character alone and independent. I did not need anyone to live. However, I watched the world was moving under my eyes with a curious eye and calm. My trips Louise were real expeditions for me than the rest of the family did not like much.




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A day like any other.

The girl rushed out of the car with a long sigh in the bunch, the head of a Buddhist monk.

"No way, a half-hour ride across to find a parking place!" she exclaimed.

She turned toward the aisle of the huge parking lot of Ikea. Several cars were the "in-place", or were going backwards, god only knows how this anthill vehicle crachottants and horn.

Malhi finally turned his gaze to the store.

"Well, I am curious to know the country of origin of the creator of the international tote! she thought, eying the yellow and blue building whose entrance was adorned with a flag just as yellow and blue.

"Dad, we are still in France, in Brittany, in Finistère, is not it?"

"..."

"Just like that."

They marched, the niece of 10 years trotting merrily like a little colt Cahottes and heckling (chugging).

She was not alone, Malhi opened his eyes, his ears, and everything else to listen to moaning brats and disputing:

"Mom i want to ride on the carousel with the horses!"

"Mama when do we get home?"

"Dad, my feet hurt!" - Dad I'm thirsty and I want to do pipiiiii! "

They waited until the three other family members joined them, counting them among the smallest of three years. ("My god! It will give us the shot too!"). They then entered the journaise ikéaisque Malhi found that very soon in a gasp and a beating brow with coconut-bel-eye.

They saw all sorts of people.

Cowards "Alleluja! I've FINALLY found! "

Parents worried:" Hold tight to the hand chick my mom! "

Other parents pourque was, unfortunately, too late:" LE PETIT JULE LOOKS TO HIS PARENTS 'HOME! "

Lovers, inevitable and full of romanticism in France this Swedish (or Swedish Finistère):" Baby, what do you think of this sofa? For the show, not bad? "-" Yeah, but I prefer the beds ... there ..."- "Have you no shame? Hihihi ..."- "Hehehe ..." And the eternal

impatient: "If we must spend 10 minutes to 10 cm was not finished!"
Malhi
thought that the world saw an average 10 cm was very honorable. They jostled, chewed on it. The kids stopped every 30 seconds to try all the sofas or beds in the store. Parents stopped every 10 seconds to check the prices of so-called couches or beds. Malhi

And mingled in all these people, already tired by the heat from the others. In addition she was bored. Then it was all good literature, she hastened to check if the books adorning the furniture sales were real books.

truths, and she thought absently as though someone was making fun of her ** Gueu on seeing this with a book spread out for miles and inches chariabia Swedish.

books were they on sale?!

She looked up at the road signs overhanging furniture, cookers ...

- Sofa BEDDINGE HAVET
- Furniture FORHOJA
-Series - Kitchen Series GRUNDTAL-

She felt no bewildered.

The visit lasted an hour or more. There were even plants with equally strange names, but it was the Latin this time. Malhi and when they thought it was released without spending as without or without Frustration fainting, or losing one of the kids ...

"Mom! I lost my Dudu!" whining little 3 year whose eyes did water and whose mouth had heart.

'Damn ...'