dFrom the first week of his internship with the juvenile judge he began to remember his dreams. Before that, nothinggloomy plain upon awakening. And when certain mornings some memories visited her, she considered them so absurd (her dog surfing on fried sweet potatoes in her mother’s hair, or her who, to be accepted in paradise, must drink a glass of dirt and learn to speak the language of dwarf horses) that he erased one or two of them from his mind and kept them silent around the table during breakfast, when his father and sister told each other their stories. “ And you still nothing? »
But there, second day of training, bam! When he wakes up, he remembers everything; the clarity of the minutes that follow a heavy downpour. In her dream, her grandfather, who had died three years earlier, came to look for her at the pool, gave her a towel and asked for her forgiveness. What was as shocking to her as the idea of repentance was foreign to the brutal nature of her paternal grandfather.
The context had led her to wonder to what extent the appearance of this dream was related to her internship. He immediately loved being within those four walls. And he was surprised to discover that, despite his sensitivity, his taste for evil, his propensity to shed tears over anything, be it ham advertising or melodramatic series. easy, He stood firm in the face of the tragedies of ruined childhoods that paraded through the offices all day. He immediately knew he would do this. Participate in the attempt to heal the world from this poison, to repair souls and bodies, barely standing, already traumatized.
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The third time her grandfather appears in a dream to ask her to forgive him (after the swimming pool, a garage, and then the gold-plated basement of a castle), she begins to freak out. The morning he woke up was the first Sunday of the month and, like every first Sunday of the month, he was going to eat pancakes at his grandmother’s house. The ritual was established shortly after the death of her husband, her paternal grandfather, three years earlier, because her grandfather loved pancakes.
The mixer turning the milk and flour, her grandmother sitting in a chair at the entrance to the kitchen smoking and watching her and her sister busy, the frying pan covered in butter, the antenna, the radio that does not stand on its own , the pancakes that burst, one or two on the floor, the laughter that follows every time… everything is in its ritual place. Grandma asks questions about their practices.
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