Le Regard Libre special issue «Ecologie - Pour un revirement intégral» - Sébastien Oreiller
Chapter III: Mother's departure (continued)
Rhe walked from the church, while the doctor passed him by in his car, walking slowly from the icy land of his ancestors, made the evening coffee and bread, put the brothers and sisters to bed and went to sleep. It was cold, and he thought. He thought about what his future life would be like now that his mother was dead, and what it would be like for his children, and his children's children. He saw hay and harvest, vineyards and wooden stools. He felt on his tongue the taste of bad wine, he smelled the odor of dirty bodies, the secretions of beasts in the stable, and those of men in a hole outside, behind the house. He saw the birth of the rich, and the sweatpants of the poor. He saw the tiredness of the old, and the donkeys straining to carry the weight of the faggots, he saw the backs of his children when age would have seized them too, bent and aching, and their shoes studded, and he turned his gaze to the plain. The river smoked in the heat and mingled with the steam of the train as it split the brown, destitute ground like lightning, brilliant and elusive.
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