Nathan Filer

And if that's hard to believe then maybe think back through your own life, to when you were eight or nine years old. See if the memories you have are the ones you might expect. Or if they are fragments, dislocated moments, a smell here, a feeling there. The unlikeliest conversations and places. We don't choose what we keep - not at that age. Not ever, really.

Simon souffrait d'hypotonie. Et en plus de microgénie , de macroglossie , d'un épicanthus et d'une communication interauriculaire. Il avait un beau visage souriant qui ressemblait à la lune? Je hais ce putain d'endroit.

Je sentais le souffle de Nanny contre mon oreille. " Tu as marché sur la prise , mon petit ange. Tu t'es fait mal au pied.......