Chapter 51 Section fifty

"Chantal! Chantal! Chantal!" He hugged her body tightly, trembling constantly. "Wake up! This is not real!" She trembled in his arms.He told her again and again that it wasn't true. She repeated after him: "No, it's not true, it's not true." Slowly, slowly, she fell silent. I asked myself, who is dreaming?Who dreamed of this story?Who conceived it?is her? "Is it him? Or the two of them? Or are they just fantasies about each other? Why did their real lives turn into this dangerous fantasy? When the train pulls into the tunnel? Or before? Before she announced her The morning on the way to London? Or earlier? The day she met the waiter in the Café in the town of Normandy at the Counseling Services? Or earlier? When Jean-Marc sent her the first letter When? But did he actually send those letters? Or did he just fantasize about writing those letters? When did the real become false, reality become unreal? Where is the limit? Where is the limit?