A Hand from: Georges

IMG_0076“Un premier souvenir. Enfant, vers 3 ans, j’avais peur du noir de la nuit. Je réclamais la main de ma mère qui me la donnait. Je l’appelais « la mimine » Elle me donna confiance en la vie en chassant les dangers.”

A first memory. As a child, around 3 years old, I was afraid of the dark. I asked for my mother’s hand, which gave she gave to me. I called this “la mimine.” It gave me confidence in life to face danger.

(translated by Sophie L Thunberg)

(Villeurbanne, France)


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