Jour 4 Suspense

La saison des pluies est finie mais il pleut des cordes depuis 24 heures. Bon, c’est venu quand même au bon moment. Depuis 24 heures nous sommes devenus deux individus dépendants des toilettes. Nous avons attrapé “la tourista” :); le mal du voyageur. Je quitte la chambre pour acheter du chocolat noir, des biscuits sans goût et du coca. J’ai l’impression de prendre un risque énorme.
L’univers sera-t-il assez miséricordieux et puissant pour m’épargner la honte de ma vie?


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It was a warm spring morning in the olive grove. The breeze was gentle, the air was fragrant, the time stood still. High grass, sprinkled with colourful small-headed flowers, was gently tickling my knees. Poppies were about to splash their intense red on the antic ruins. 'Look how beautiful it is all over', I whispered to the olive trees, 'a perfect time for a stroll.' I slipped my fingers into the open palms at the end of their branches and I took them for a walk. View all posts by atreewalker

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