On the last day of my trip to France, i went to a place that means so much to me, that it took me 20 years to come back there : my childhood house.
The new owner of the house, is still the one who bought the house to my parents ! and 20 years later, he still remembered my name !!!! He told his wife "guess who's this tall lady ?? she's the little girl who was living there before !" and his wife answerd right away : "oh ! are you Alice ??" i couldn't belive it. She remembered my brother's name as well !
They seemed very confused and moved by my visit. The man made me visit the inside, every room. How nice. I remembered everything.
It's weird to think that it took me 20 years to come back, and that i will never come back again. It seems like i am closing chapters, one ofter the other, these times.