3.2 JEG FALLER 3.2 JEG FALLER - ONEI leave the car in the space full of gravel that is in front of the house. The light above the door lights up the matt black of the bodywork and the fuchsia of the mirrors. The notary is right: it does not look so austere, but I never thought it could be. Nor did I want it to be that.
I lean down to the left front tire. The black rim has not been damaged: you can only notice a bit of soil on the tread. I also check the one behind and I do not detect any strain.
Poor plants. I lean against the car and look thoughtfully at the house: two floors, without plaster, with only the rough concrete in sight. Two copper gutters break up the building, embedded between the adjacent streets, into three almost identical parts.
In front, not far away, there is the mod
