This blog was born in french during autumn 2003 and is now progressively being translated in your language.
New articles will therefore appear on a regular basis.
... my apologies to the people who hadn't understood this yet, all articles on this website are created and written by myself (his dad).
Lou is currently unable to do it,, just like he is to this day unable to grasp the concept of a "computer", "internet", or to focus for a long period of time on a conversation. Only time will tell us if we manage to integrate him completely in the world in which he lives.
Therefore all stories, despite relating actual facts, are obviously biased by my interpretation of his behavior. But having known him for over five years, I don't think I'm getting it wrong.
Thank you to the "Roi Baudoin" foundation ( "Parcours hors pistes" ). The new design, hosting and translations were partially made possible by their financial support.
Many thanks to Marco Pappalardo et Laetitia Bouet for the translation.
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thursday 10 march 2005
69. The novel of my meals (2)
(continued) Therefore nowadays I take two meals a day (except on week-ends when daddy and mommy are there for lunch. Indeed!). So on mornings I take a huge breakfast (six to ten slices of bread) - well yeah I have to stock up - and after school I move straight on to the gargantuan series : the warm meal - the snack (fruit) and finally sandwiches ( four to eight slices ). Duration of the feast : an hour. You should also know I've tuned my meals to specific songs and stories on my little recorder. No way I'll eat without either "Garacroc", or "daddy's tape" (where he tells me stories), or even "Goldilocks" (etc). And to that should be added in the background, on the stereo, to my convenience : "The aristocats", Vincent Delerme, Tom Novembre, Serge Gainsbourg, Muse, Archive, The Strokes", Henry Des (etc - see article about my collection of records
). Having said that, I did notice my parents are putting a brake on this plethora of ambient sounds ( because on top of it, some evenings or on week-end mornings, you should add Eva trying to watch her cartoons on tv. Daddy simply gave up on listening to the news on the radio during those moments ) Anyway, nowadays they make me choose between a CD or a tape. And I'm beginning to swallow it. (to be continued)