Mon livre commencera peut-être ainsi…

Mon livre commencera peut-être ainsi…

I wake up, a ray of light in the left eye, the voice of a steward with a strong American accent in the ears. « Ladies and gentlemen, we begin our descent to JFK airport, please return to your seat and fasten your seatbelt. » I look through the tiny window. We are above the ocean. Then I see a long seashore reminding me of my flights to Nice. My neighbor tells me it is Long Island. At least that’s what I understand from her ‘oh so long’ sentences. She continues to speak and I’m thinking that our English classes in high school don’t prepare us for real conversation. I smile politely and return to my view, watching the world from the sky. We are now over New York. I have butterflies in my stomach. My dream is so close. And I’m happy. I’ve often heard « If you make it here, you can make it anywhere. » We’ll see if it’s true. Read more

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