the race day, dream by Sab -- Feb. 15, 2014
1It's a famous 10 km race against breast cancer I use to run : Odyssea. It's about to start, I have to get my bib number, my tee shirt and my counter . There is a line, it's crowded. I am with my friend and usual co runner Caro. Once we arrive at the stand, someone is asking me to pay 500 Francs ( which is about 80€). I tell her it's unfair because I have already paid online. I don't have my iphone to show her the email confirmation ; It's like a pleading, with all sorts of arguments that would favor me although no material evidences of my loyaulty.
I am persistant,it takes time, but I succeded in convincing the staff so they let me participate without additional charge.Somehow and I don't know why, I leave to them 2 of my buisiness cards.
Caro is eating a major tuna sandwich, she offers me to eat some. I refuse, I am determinated to be "light " so I can be faster.
We start running. I am fast, it's sunny, not too warm. ideal running conditions.
lots of fun although I 've lost Caro on the way.
C is warmly welcoming me at the arrival. I am not tired . We go to celebrate in a brasserie.
In this restaurant, I see Lucas, he's a cute 6 year old kid. He knows my children and his parents are casual friends of us. He's not with his family. he's with stranger folks, a couple with a teenager.
He seems unhappy, eating in a single table away , as if he was punished. The other family has made it clear , he's not allowed to join them at their table.
He recognizes me and gives me a sad look, meaning "help me".
I speak very loudly so everybody can hear me :" hello Lucas , what are you doing alone in a corner like that ? Come with us and join us for lunch at our table. "
then, I can see the woman all stressed out, she suddenly is joining Lucas and is all nice and gentle with him. she knows , I am calling Lucas's mother very soon.
2. probably the same day, we are in our former appart, av de Paris, desperatly trying to sale it. My brother in Law L and his wife are visiting as potential buyer. I am acting like a real estate agent. I lead the visit, argue. I tell them how great the location is, that we have many closets in this appart, how nice the neighbours are. I never mention how noisy it is. I even beg C not to mention that point and to avoid to open the windows.
he's very supporting, even though it's his brother.
we're sitting in the kitchen. there's a table in this kitchen that actually never was in reality. we sign the contract, it's a done deal.
Motifs
- Running (10)
- Injustice (10)
- Childhood (10)
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