... I imagine myself picking mussels, crabs and starfishes ; in the early hours walking on the beach ; in the rush hours, playing in the waves, a smile on my lips, a lough in my throat, involved in hide-and-sick games with jellyfishes ; in the evening, tasting seafruits on a terrasse while listening at the waves' melody ; holidays !
I'm wandering on my imagination's wave while ironing nightdresses that however inevitably take me to another world, being stamped "... hospital " or simply marked with nummers and letters and other traces that do not completely disappear ; nightdresses that have experienced pains ; there are also some shirts of my father that he puts on for special occasions, most of the time for funerals or if the case arrises for a meeting called by the major. I'm just wondering whether he would have put this shirt or that one if he had had the opportunity to take his single daughter to the altar ; wondering whether this is something he would have wished her ; I think he would have been proud.
