Oué je sais, étant donné que ça a été très lent, tout le monde a dû avoir le temps de noter mais bon ... On ne sait jamais, si vous vous êtes endormi, ou si vous avez le merveilleux don de pouvoir dormir les yeux ouverts ... Haaa ...
Enfin bref :

The snow is burning

She retraced with me the steps of her childhood and her youth, even more surprised than I was at the vividness of what she brought back to life as she told me about it. “It’s the first time”, she said reproachfully, “usually I hate memories. I have no past, and I don’t want to have one. I have cut myself off from my father, which may be just as well.” I managed to gather only a few scraps of information about their departure to America. She simply hinted at an unhappy marriage to a German mining engineer she had met on holiday in the Paz. He was working for the KC, and the young couple went to settle in Chile in a copper mine, or rather in the quarters set aside for the German and American executives, with a golf course, tennis courts, a swimming-pool, and special schools for the children. At the age of 24, this untamed girl suddenly discovered civilized life: the segregation based on the color of the skin, the segregation based on money / the barrier of money, the fierce competition between the bosses, the submission of the others, the differences of birth ; she also realized that she found it easier to face the look of an animal at bay, than the downcast eyes of the men who were humiliated in her presence.


vala !