In the summer of 1986, my 14-year-old brother carried me on his shoulders so I could be a little closer to the sky. And that early morning, we watched Comet Halley's amazing transit which is only visible from Earth every 76 years. Back in class, my brother's Geography teacher asked if anyone had a living relative who had seen the comet in its last perihelion. My brother raised his hand: - “I do! My great-grandfather saw the comet when he was ten.” The teacher walked across the classroom, stood next to my brother about to award him, and said to the class: - “Look at this. Here we have an extraordinary case: a great-grandfather who has managed to see the comet twice.” - “Oh… No teacher, just once”, said my brother. - “But how? Didn’t you just tell us he is still alive?” - “Yes, but he is blind now.” The teacher scolded my brother for making a joke about something so serious. But there was never anything so solemn as that last vacation at grandpa’s village when my brother
I haven't left the house for days and i t ' s b e e n even longer since I combed my hair. As I st o o d in front of the bathroom mirror, I took a few strands of hair and straightened them with the flat iron. How curious... My hair is now blonde, but I don't remember dy ing it , and if I had, it would have seemed an inappropriate color to me . Then I remembered my mother... those days when she was very sad because she felt that the world was falling apart, she used to g r ab a delicious beer. But she didn't drink it. She w o u ld pour it into a bowl and take it out to sunbathe on the balcony until it p r e tty much boiled. O nc e it cool e d d o w n she w o u ld spill it ov er her head; and her hair, which was already light, turned very blonde. While I straighten my last lock of hair, I think of The Fox from The Little Prince for whom wheat meant nothing before because unlike humans he did not eat bread. But now, every time he went through a wheat field, he wou