The evening after, I had a cane. When Florence came back from work, she just went to the “4 bis” before (at my parents’ and my godmother’s) and brought me back “Manou’s stick”. Benoit and I considered her as one of our grandmothers (Manou is Manet – my godmother–‘s mom).

She found me. I was upstairs. My progress made me feel so well than I had the impression I could overturn the giant, Goliath. However, in order not to spoil my joy, I didn’t go back in my room, I didn’t even look at my piano when I walked next to the open door. Anyway, I was able to compose and write music sheets thanks to the musical writing software I began to understand.

I allowed myself a big folly. I opened the French-window upstairs. It led to a small patio linked to the garden by stairs. I breathed the fresh, spring-like air with a beaming sun for a long time. Then I used the stairs, holding the solid wrought-iron handrails. I widened my area of freedom even though I didn’t go walking in the path leading to the hut.