I don't remember / je ne me souviens pas

Publié le par miss link

To continue with the Room to Write exercises, today is: I don't remember.


I don't remember what most people are wearing, even if I spend the whole day with them. I just don't seem to pay attention to that. I don't remember what age I was when I got my cat. Must have been 8 or 9 or 10, but I have no memory of the exact age or what was going on around that time. I remember the specifics of welcoming her into my home and space though. She was a grey wild kitten who hadn't been used to much human contact - her mother had hidden her until she was big enough to protect her from being drowned or whatever had happened to her previous kittens.
I don't remember much about the movies or music that came out in France while I was living in Ireland. I seem to have escaped  a whole culture vacuum, and apart from some milestones, I missed France's cultural evolution completely for a few years.
I don't remember some of the travels I did when I was younger, like a weekend in the French Basque country with my aunts when I was about 17 or 18. I had forgotten my camera, and I realized how much that influenced my memory. I have no pictures to show for that event, and it's as if it had been wiped from my memory. Not completely, of course, I remember some things, like getting lost trying to find how to get to some places, or that village that we kept going into and out of, as if it was an octopus with tentacles and we were hitting the tentacles one after the other, even though we were driving on a straight road. But the general atmosphere, the places we saw, the places we stayed at or the restaurants we went to, I don't remember.
I don't remember much of a friend's wedding I went to when I was about 18. It is funny how things faded in my mind. As if the emotional state I was in, the things I was going through at the time took away the colors of the outside world.



Je ne me souviens pas de tous les livres que j'ai eus puis revendus ou donnés. Je sais que j'en ai eus un paquet, mais j'ai du mal à me rappeler desquels. Je ne me souviens pas non plus de tous les livres que j'ai lus. Quelquefois je me souviens des titres, et du fait que je les ai lus, mais serais incapable d'en décrire le contenu ou l'histoire. Je me souviens bien m'être fait voler un livre par un camarade en hypokhâgne. C'était une critique de la raison pure et pratique de Kant, et je l'avais prêté de bonne fois, mais malheureusement trop de choses se sont passées cette année-là, et je n'avais plus qu'une vague idée de la personne à qui je l'avais prêté, qui l'a bien sûr dénié, et je n'ai jamais récupéré mon bouquin. Enfin, je ne pense pas que je l'aurais lu plus tard alors bon... Je me souviens juste de la colère de m'être fait avoir comme ça...
Je ne me souviens pas de m'être presque noyée dans la piscine chez mes parents quand j'avais presque 4 ans. On m'a tellement raconté l'épisode que j'ai presque l'impression de m'en rappeler, mais ce ne sont pas vraiment mes souvenirs.
Je ne me souviens pas non plus de l'époque où, bébé, j'avais le don d'imiter la tête du président (Giscard d'Estaing à l'époque). J'ai vu les photos, et on me l'a raconté, mais bien sûr, je ne m'en souviens pas directement.
Je ne me souviens pas de la dernière fois où je suis allée pêcher avec mon grand-père, ni de la dernière conversation que j'ai eue avec lui avant sa mort. Je ne me souviens pas de beaucoup de moments passés avec ma grand-mère, si ce n'est les moments où on jouait à la dinette ensemble dans son jardin en Suisse quand j'étais petite.

Voilà pour aujourd'hui

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Gene 20/01/2010 15:31


I've just discovered your text! It's very nice writing on your souvenirs, and a very good idea too writing in two languages! Thanks a lot! See you soon!


miss link 22/01/2010 09:47


Hey thanks Gene! Glad you liked it, and don't hesitate to let me know what you think!!