The Village Idiot

The American In the neighborhood around rue de Flandre, no one knew his name and everyone called him “the American.” The fellow who answered to this nickname was endowed with quite singular physical characteristics, and so was easily identifiable. He was a sturdy little person who stood no more than five feet tall but weighedLire la suite « The Village Idiot »

20 years / On the other side

21:59 I’ve slept more than seven thousand three hundred times on this bed. Not counting the naps. And no one has ever come to check the state of the mattress. I guess I’ve never really complained. I’ve spent as much time between these four walls as everywhere else during the first half of my life.Lire la suite « 20 years / On the other side »