• I rubbed my eyes, putted back my glasses and removed them again.

    It was true.

     

    We could see the falling rain.

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    EN 38


  • « I can’t believe it ! This shop seems alike one century ago! » I said consulting the current view of the street.

     

    Cassie was quaking, on the verge of a nervous breakdown.EN 37

    « It moved !

    - What ? »

    I grasped the photograph without fit the gloves and took a look.

    « No, I reassured her. You must have been victim of an optical illusion.

    - Observe the window, she said sure of herself. We can see dripping drops on the glass. »

    I removed my glasses to inspect closely.

    And I said nothing.

     

    « Now, look at the entire image. We can see a misty rain blurring all the photograph. »

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  • EN 36

    ‘153 Bercqueuil lane, January 18, 1906’

    I opened my laptop and lunched a quick research of this address, whilst explaining to Cassie what I knew.

    « Are you sure you know all the other places ? I know pretty well the city but everything changed so much…

    - I have inspected all of them, I answer distractedly, my eyes fixed on the bright screen.

    - I love to look at these old pictures… It proves that these people have really been alive, considered Cassie.

    - I’ve found it ! I exclaimed. I never went in this district, it is too far from the university and all the other places Hannah talked with me.

    - Can I have a look ? » said Cassie observing carefully the photograph.

     

    She froze and dropped the picture. The paper flew to the other edge of the desk.

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  • I couldn’t call into my mind only one photograph. 

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    It was an ordinary front window, quite charming, like we can found hundreds and hundreds. The windows seemed to be full of dust and there was nobody in the framework of the picture.

     

    I pointed the image to Cassie and she turned it over delicately.

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  • They were all there, before my eyes, frozen in a distant era, window to the time.

    All these places about which Hannah told me at least once, where I hoped to find her back. They symbolized to which extend I had changed. Never before I would have called out strangers to told them about Hannah. By the way their reacted didn’t encourage me. No one had ever seen her.

    But I had found a new strength into myself.

     

    And I felt this strength as well in Cassie.

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