Chapter 19 Trouville

Trouville.This is where I live now.This also replaces Knoller and Paris.It was here that I met Jan.He came from the courtyard, clumsy and thin.He walked fast and was going through some kind of depression.He was pale.He was panicked and frightened at first, but after a while, this fear subsided.I showed him the sea, the sea from the terrace, and that was an unbelievable luxury. After city bombing, there are always ruins and dead bodies left behind. You drop an atomic bomb in the sea, and in ten minutes the sea will return to its original state.Water is not moldable. I wrote that Jan came to my house in 1980. At that time, Jan was always on the phone. He had to make ten hours of calls every day. He was in the period of making calls, and he made four thousand calls a month in August. Nine hundred and fifty francs, he called someone he didn't know.Also calling people he only met once in his life.I also called people I met in Austria, Germany, and Italy ten years ago.Every time he called, he would burst into laughter.In this way, it is difficult to do things.Afterwards he went for a walk in the mountains.There were times when I yelled at someone for three days in a row, and after this was over, I let go and nothing happened.I have often admired such a sentiment from people of status, such as: "I would not be what I am without my woman", which is indeed the most uttered by all the great men of this century from Dumezier to de Gaulle. Humble words.

① Jan Andre, the author's life partner in his later years.