If you want to see me, you can write to me and we can meet up, hang out…
The first photo is my mother and father in Greece for vacation. They were still in love before the dark shadow of my grand-mother came and destroyed this couple.
My father is a weak man and, his mother a dominant. He followed her like a dog in all the decisions she made for him. I don't actually have all the story but i am pretty sure she chose his second wife. Does it remind something to you? Hasidism? Hm…
She hired a detective because she thought my mother was a prostitute. My mother was a night howl working hard during the day, enjoying dancing rock'n'roll at night to win competitions. What's wrong?
My father was a mediocre dancer. He felt younger when he was with her.
I think my mother and I have the same energy. We need to laugh as often as we can.
We have a Yiddish soul. :-)
We are two dominants.
We used to argue a lot by the past. And usually i started first because i was more rebel.
I made her cry as she made me cry. We were in the drama. That's pretty better since 10 years but we are two sensitive persons and it can blow out at anytime.
Each time i leave Paris, she hides her sadness but if i call her from the airport, i can hear that she has a 'cold' suddenly. :-(
We laugh till one cries because we have this complicity which belongs to both of us: we don't need to talk. We can be very childlike.
And in the same time, i think she is very Hasidic: she is a big liar, she admits it and she knows that i hate that deeply. She is scared of many things. She has understood that Hitler won't come back finally but…
We love our freedom and independence. We have the desire of discovering other cultures.
She has been in Israel and found a red hair in Beer Shiva. They have a big crush but the young man was a Sabra, very religious.
And this is me, a Jewish baby. Why Jewish? Because i have the same face than my father. A Litvish face.
I was already speaking Yiddish to Bambi.
Those who know me well say that i have the same face and pout.
My nose has changed and became more Jewish. And people asked me questions. I had to look at my mother first to reply. She was paranoid.
Zay gezunt!
Daniel & Clémentine |
'Are you talking to me?' |
'Es frayt mikh eikh tsu kenen Bambi. Git mir ayer telefon numer.' |