#64
10.
Days drone on, one by one, each more slow than the other.
I hear nothing from France, nothing from home or from my boss. I feel like I’m camping out here. Like I’ve been forgotten.
11.
Me: Just a second.
I should apologize because up until now, nothing has really happened. This has all been rather internal, my observation and reactions to a place, my experience so to speak.
The then one evening as I was about to sit down to dinner, alone, someone knocked at the door (a sound I’ve always feared). As I opened it, I saw in front of me a woman so strikingly beautiful.
She showed up – my life changed.