Dapper in a topcoat and tails, feet moving fast and graceful as birds skimming still waters, he whirled and swooped, catching my mother, still young and slim, by the waist, bending her backward. She ... [+]
Translated by Wendy Cross
Bashir looked at the sunlight coming in through the window. The weather was magnificent, but he was forced to wait here, in the shadow of the dining hall of Mimosa Boarding School.It was a peaceful place. From time to time a gust of wind would move the main door with a muffled creak. A young school monitor was also waiting a little further off. Apart from the two of them, the grounds were empty. One by one, friends and staff had all left with their families.Where are my parents? wondered Bashir. Have they forgotten me?https://cdn.short-edition.com/uploads/f/des-vacances-4-etoiles-2019-02-25-12