I'm still in second year in the early sixties. It will be understood later why I remembered this event some twenty years later.
One night after I slept, I saw a book on a chair near my bed. I turn back the light and I take this book. On the cover there is a police car with a lot of smudge that envelops a truck. Another thing that immediately catches my attention the author has the same name as me! The book I hold in my hands is thick cardboard. I turn the pages and look at the pictures and read what is written below. They are many images: a judge in reverse, lawyers, a skater, red and green cans, a priest. I do not waste my time reading the great texts, but I'll try to read in the middle of a text book called "Judgement" and I will give up, saying that children could not understand words like: paradoxical consistency, and divergent evidence. Words that I did not understand it myself but I was trying to understand this great sentence.
The next morning the book was still there and I will look at the pictures again. I was pretty smart for a child of eight years. I liked to read comic books
Sylvain and Sylvettewith the wolf, fox and wild boar.
Two illustrations
drew my attention to a point where I will question my teacher the next day at school. This is a kind of machine as the typist, but my sister instead of the sheet is a small television and another picture that shows three judges, but one of them is a woman. I also remember that the book value was $ 100.00 but I was trying to do with this $ 10.00 figure as it was senseless. In fact even today such a book would sell at around $ 25.00. I also noticed the name on the cover Stanke and at that time the name was associated with a broadcast of Sunday night Alain Stanke kept the world on the UFO or at least read about it in his show and it captivated me. I remember having made the connection.
The next day at school my teacher is absent regular teacher and is the fourth year that replaces it. I ask him if this is still a woman can judge. I will question whether it is a typewriter with a TV instead of a leaf. I ask her if she knows someone who writes books and has the same name as me. I clearly remember asking him what it meant numbers of coils in a fairy tale. I many questions for this lady this morning.
the evening while returning from school I go up to my room to see the book but it was gone. I remember my sister accused of having taken or hidden. I described the book to my mother, but nobody had seen or taken. I imagine that I will remember this story.
I recall that moment in my life when I realize that this book is me who will write it. What I did after having lived, but even today it is still not published. By cons I put it on the Internet: Cans & Fairy Monika .
This fairy tale, because it is was difficult to write, more than ten years since I tried to remember instead of creating. Finally I have a big hand to write but that is for another text later on this blog.
This episode of my life is truly extraordinary. There was a little man who did not believe that we can know what he would do the next day.
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