Probably looks like spring or summer somewhere else… It is just beautiful, but, God, how much do I miss the snow!
I am back, and I am almost fine. I am very tired all the time, but I am laughing and singing and dancing again.
Arnoul is much better, and he will soon stop his treatment. He turned 40 recently, and for the first time since I have known him he says he is fed up with his job and takes days off without me pushing him to do it.
Children are 6 and 7 and are in the first and the second grade of school, respectively. They are learning English, and practicing a Vietnamese martial art called “vo viet”. They have lots of friends, and I think they are quite happy here.
France is such a wonderful place, but French people are very strange. Cold and spoiled, and quite passive-aggressive, this is all I can say for the moment.
Life goes on, and once again I will try to make most of it, despite the horrible times we live in. I remember some even worse.
And I wonder how you are doing, my dear friends…