Here I am, I’m at home. Now I can stop, I can rest. The very first time I’ve been in this garden I was 11. The very first English phrase I remember I’ve learned is “semi-detached house”. It was an unforgettable word for my newborn dictionary. I’m back to my British roots, semi-detached from my current existence, and everything is the same, exactly as I’ve left it, even if everything is changed.
Memory is a strategy and it’s not easy to design it. For me it has been hard to recently redesign my own one. Turning 48 helped the decision.
Apropos, the quiet, English style rooms in Amiens, last night, helped my sleep.
The Euro Tunnel experience didn’t added any remarkable aesthetic footprint. Other recent memories claim their room.