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Sensation bizarre – je reconnais les lieux et les gens, bien sûr, et les gens me reconnaissent. Sans avoir l’impression d’être Rip van  Winckle, ce monsieur qui au réveil réalisa qu’il avait dormi cent ans, j’ai la sensation de revenir  de très loin. D’une certaine façon, c’est la cas.

Aux amis: facebook? je n’ai toujours pas accès  au messages privés, pas plus qu’ aux fonctions répondre ou partager. Pourquoi? Mystère. Le téléphone fonctionne à l’occasion. Les messages mail demeurent la façon la plus sûre de me contacter.

The Flight Path

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When I answered that I came from ‘far away’,

The policeman at the roadblock snapped, ‘Where’s that?’.

He’d only half heard what I said and thought

It was the name of some place up the country.

 

And now it is – both where I have been living

And where I left – a distance still to go

Like starlight that is light years on the go

From far away and takes light years arriving.

Seamus Heaney, The Spirit Level

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An odd feeling – I recognize the place and the people, of course, and people recognize me. Without feeling as if I, like Rip van  Winckle,  woke to discover the nap had lasted   a hundred years, I have the feeling I’ve returned from very far away. Which is the case, in a sense.

A word to friends:  facebook? I still cannot access private messages, nor the Answer or Share functions. Why? No idea. The phone works off and on. Email messages remain the surest way to reach me.

The Flight Path

5

When I answered that I came from ‘far away’,

The policeman at the roadblock snapped, ‘Where’s that?’.

He’d only half heard what I said and thought

It was the name of some place up the country.

 

And now it is – both where I have been living

And where I left – a distance still to go

Like starlight that is light years on the go

From far away and takes light years arriving.

Seamus Heaney, The Spirit Level