The Revenge of One Humiliated
she says to me, placing her hand on my arm, looking at the garlands dancing in the light wind, the balloons floating like promises, the children already running everywhere, shouting, laughing, living, Léon pulled on a garland, it fell, Lola burst a balloon, she cried, then she laughed, then she ran, then she forgot everything, the way children know how to do, the way adults have forgotten how to do, the way I am trying to learn to do, every day, every hour, every minute, since I arrived, since I settled into this little house, since I understood that life, that's what it is, garlands that fall, balloons that burst, children who cry, who laugh, who run, who live, and that you have to be there