Extract of conversation between Caroline and Anthony on Macedonian roads.
« What day is today?
Hum, are you sure? Because shops are closed, I think we are rather Sunday.
Oh yes, I called my mother on friday and it must be two days ago. »
It does two month we left and it’s very disturbing to remember our life before departure. Very blur, very far. We are totally disconnected from our recent past. Work, coffee breaks, hiking, skiing, holidays, Sunday evenings, trip preparations, round-trips to Montpellier, highway, driving, salad dressing with mustard, good wine, our bathroom, neighbors, Penchak curse, everything seems to be so far from today that it’s sometimes hard to remember. I know it can be show-off to say that « see how my new life is wonderful ». Not, it’s not really this. No. When I remember all of this I often feel a certain nostalgia. I feel like everything started on 4 October. Before it was… how to say, it was a new life. I’m not the same. As Fergusson in his balloon, I’m looking from top my foggy past, my previous life. I rediscover it trying to remember.