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Des tranches de vie, des fictions, et des récits loufoques. Des parcours d’enfance, des périples, des carnets de voyages atypiques en Inde, en Thaïlande, au Laos, en Espagne… Une écriture pas trop policée, parfois écorchée. Bonne lecture. ‘Déconseillé aux enfants)
Short stories, slices of life, or crazy one. Childhood, teenage years, adventures, not very classic travel diaries in India, Thailand, Laos, Spain… I ipologize : My translations are far to be perfect. Good reading. (Not suitable for children)
Sam had rented an apartment right next to mine, with a slightly special deal. The former tenants had rather ravaged it, and he had therefore offered the owner to redo it for three months’ rent free of charges.
– Do you at least know something about?
– The clown is a whole being who lands without conditioning in a world that is full of conditioning, without any clown. Kind of like you two actually.
– She’s looking at us there, right?
– Uh, yes I think so.
The guy who hitchhiked me was pretty nasty, but I figured he would stop at the next junction anyway, turn around and drop me off at the Burgos truck drivers, but no. He just went on his way, searching for a rest area to screw my ass, or to try to get a blowjob, so I pulled on his handbrake to jump out of his car.
Dubœuf, under his round glasses almost as big as his face, had broken my only record, which was to be the smallest of the class. Although not, even in elementary school someone was already beating me in this area. In fact, I never managed to be the first from the start, or even the first from the end. Unless when they called the register, because of the first few letters of my last name. I was often second, though. A great seat still, but that was not my stepfather’s opinion.