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Pierrots Jumeaux
（ PJ001 ）
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LES CHEMINS DE LA LIBERTÉ IV
« No bird flies higher than our imagination. »
Story and drawing : RiéTan
Prologue
An old man is sitting at the café on Sunday afternoon.
He remembers his life since being captured in Germany that he has already
writtenin his novel, Les chemins de la libertéⅠⅡⅢ.
A lovely foreign girl appeared from the entrance of the metro Vavin
across the café and suddenly she was surrounded by some dangerous men.
He shouted, « Stop! »
She fled immediately elsewhere.
Maybe thirty minutes later, she came backto the café and sat down
next to him.
She asked for a drink in French. The boy didn’t understand.
« — She orders an orange juice, I suppose.
— Thank you, monsieur. Bonjour !
— Bonjour, mademoiselle !
— Are you French ?
— Yes, I’m French. You are Japanese.
— Yes. Can you give me lesson how to pronounce Orange Juice ? »
After little exercises with him, she could pronounce perfectly.
« — It’s much better, Now who we understand.
Are you a tourists, just visiting ?
— No, I’m a student. I just arrived in Paris a week ago.
What do you do in your life ?
— I write.
— You look like a sea captain, who has just retired
and starts writing his memoirs.
— I love your expression. I have been to your country. I was invited.
They offered as a gift. He showed her his watch.
— That’s true. Made in Japan…….. What’s your name ? »
The boy serves a glass of orange juice.
« — A cake for Mademoiselle.
— Certainly, Monsieur distingué. »
It was one of loves that we would meet everywhere in Paris
with the summer blue sky in 1973.
