Chapter 40 red deck chair

I moved into this apartment in April 1942, and now it is February 1987, and I have lived here for forty-five years in a blink of an eye.During this long stay, I have slept in five rooms.When my son was very young, I gave him the room I was sleeping in to make his place more spacious.Once, in the room facing the patio, which was used during the war to store ration coal, that is, coal bought with tickets, I found two things in this room, and in broad daylight, Really, it's just me.It was found in a closet where the room meets the floor.The slats on the floor came off and split and I re-scarred it.There was a board that couldn't be joined, and just under it I found a real tortoiseshell hairpin and a pair of handmade bone castors the color of lime-white.The teeth are as thin as cotton weft.There are still subtle shadow lines at the root of the grate teeth, and there are lice eggs, which may be lice, which were caught in it from the south.Nothing else, the apartment is the same as it was when I rented it, on rue Saint Benoit.Only one change in half a month in forty-five years (after my alcohol treatment).For me, the so-called change is only a slight rotation on the central axis.The direction of several windows has changed, and the position of the wall has also moved.This movement is no longer really the same apartment, but rather the same apartment turned around.This movement is not trivial, because it is a visual mathematical precision, a logical display.All the doors and windows of the house are compared with the central axis according to their necessity and according to the degree that should be observed, so as to ensure that everything is both the same and different, and an adjustment has been made.Excessive or insufficient changes in any details are not allowed.Nothing is allowed to be omitted or overlooked, and any discrepancies must be consistent with the accuracy of the architect's drawings.Like the interior walls of a bathroom meeting at right angles, they now have a slightly acute shape.The field of vision is now very good, the outside world can be seen at a glance, and you can look back and forth.I looked out from the few windows facing the patio, and it also changed, and it was difficult to see which part of the space I saw.Terraces now appear along many of the roofs.

There is also a lot of furniture, some of which I saw before, years ago, but I believe I have seen but forgotten, and some of which I have never seen.Also, there are some people, I have never met, that is, the people who bought the apartment where I live.It was some merchants from the Jordan region, wearing jalaba, and they sat on the red lounger, which is still there today.However, the red lounge chair in front of the fireplace in my room is not a good place to be, but the red lounge chair is in front of the fireplace in my room. A better place for what it's worth.Me, I should have found a good place for it too.

① Jalabah, the hooded robe worn by Arabs. All these uses did not disappear overnight.The first thing to disappear was the red chaise longue, which belonged to a friend of mine, Georgette de Colmis, who had left it with me during the war.She was living in Aix-en-Provence, probably between 1950 and 1955, before she took it back with her.