Recently it was my birthday. Now 56, a «non-real number » birthday …had many messages from my friends. Current ones and very old ones. It made me very happy and made the day a lot more bearable.
I won’t talk about my ever-approaching terminal day as somebody famous once said :
Parler de la mort est un manque de savoir vivre.
It is a great play on words that I cannot translate properly to convey the double meaning of savoir vivre. The pure translation would be “knowing how to live”, but in French, it also has the meaning of knowledge of the world and the ways or usages of polite society.
Yes, one day, like everyone else, I will die, but all the other days, I will live !…
Thank you to all my friends.
