“ By this tomorrow, I should have been in Paris and probably off to the Ministry of Ecological Transition to meet with the Minister of Transportation … ” I am in the kitchen to my flat, still explaining to my Daughter, Soul, when she, out of worries for me and the possibility of me being absent from her college graduation ceremony, interrupted my explanation …
“ Here we go again … Why does it have to be when my graduation is very near ? Why does it have to be this way at all time … ”
“ But then I am not leaving on the exact day of the graduation or a day before … This time it is days, I mean days before … Here we are talking about me leaving on Monday … ”
“ And my graduation is on Friday, Friday dad, common ! ”
She leaves the cups and dishes she is cleaning and sorting by type and purp
