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Equivalents, of a sort

November 27, 2013

Overheard morning question in front of K’s kindergarten: “Daddy, why did the president make things so that daddies have to go to work?”
The few of us adults that were passing by the little morning philosopher could not help but smile. It was, as they say around here, a “sour smile”.


Perhaps one day we will talk about the weather

November 22, 2013

A melancholic pic for a melancholic, rainy day. This semester, Fridays are also my administration day and the rainy grey makes a perfect backdrop for writing reports, applications and emails.

Private paradises

November 19, 2013

Private paradises in winter.


November 11, 2013

“Franz thinks of everything and nothing. He wonders if the world is becoming a dream or if the dream is becoming the world.”


November 11, 2013

“Odile is wondering if the boys notice her breasts moving under her sweater.”


November 10, 2013

“Arthur keeps watching his feet but his mind’s on Odile’s mouth and her romantic kisses.”

Official supplier of chewing gum

November 3, 2013


Flea markets are about surprises.
And memories.
And nostalgia.

Of the three, I think I prefer surprises. There is the surprise of discovery, of finding an item. Then there is the surprise of the price. And occasionally, the surprise you were not haggling for: an accidential detail (e.g. an elegant inscription) on the item you bought, or a surprise find (like old letters in a tin box that the seller forgot to take out), a related story you get after having bought the item (like that the studio photographer that took the photograph you bought was a grandfather of your child’s singing teacher), or the accidential clipping, an article you come across in the piece of newspaper the item was wrapped in. On Saturday, I came across one of these. “An official supplier of chewing gum to Yugoslav Ski Team”. Couldn’t help but smile.